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Second Pashmani War (Semi-Open: Attn Tarq)

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Second Pashmani War (Semi-Open: Attn Tarq)

Postby Kagetora » Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:07 pm

The mountain peaks, serene, noble, older than the peoples who had inhabited the region, hid countless bodies from the violent war of independence less than five years old. They would harbor the souls of countless more over the next few months, hidden in the craters and landslides yet to be created. Nationalism could be a terrible thing, violent, irrational, and an incredibly powerful force. A new way of fighting will evolve amidst the rubble and carnage of warfare.

General Tanaka, commander of the three Kagetorian corps which had been stationed in Arvand after the talks and was headquartered in the military base being constructed in the capital, had been coordinating his divisions in preparation for the reclamation of Pashmanistan requested by the Arvandi government. Of his 21 divisions, most of which were predominantly light infantry, eight would drive toward the Pashmani capital of Pashashar with the main body of Arvandi troops. Another six would push along the north, in an effort to reach the Stoklomolvi border and reduce the length and increase the consistency of supply lines.

Suddenly, an older lieutenant walked in the door, bringing his hand to his neck in a submissive salute. Tanaka returned it with the dominant salute, a wipe of the hand in front of his face.

"Sir. Word has come in from divisional command, all units are in position. Word has been sent to High Command."

"Excellent, let them know to deliver the ultimatum."

"Yes sir. Permission to speak freely sir."

"Granted lieutenant."

"Sir, is this truly a good time to begin operations like these? We recently destroyed relations with many of our southern neighbors, and we have a new generation with powerful ideas, as well as a gang war that just started in the south. Should we not focus on our problems at home first?"

A saying among Kagetorian military men was, "Generals are field marshals, but not quite." They thought they were truly in charge, disillusioned with their power and hungry for glory, that one battle that could earn them a promotion. They had a reputation for hotheadedness, a disregard for the lives of their men, and Tanaka was no exception. His ears turned red as he clenched his fists.

"Lieutenant, we have a powerful, modernized military. We have intel constantly updated from space. Any problems we have down south will quickly sort them selves out, and the new generation wouldn't dare rise up. There is nothing to worry about. We will win this war, there is nothing they, can do about it. Now, lieutenant," he said, breathing the word lieutenant through clenched teeth, "you'd best get out of here."




Looking in the mirror yet again, Warrant Officer Tokuda straightened his helmet, before taking it off for a third time to comb his fingers through his hair. His squadmates in the back of the tent laughed at him as they continued their card game.

"Tokuda, just relax man! The lieutenant won't court martial you if your helmet isn't on perfectly, and he won't even see your hair!" came a voice followed by another round of laughter. The warrant officer didn't even hesitate as he repeated the ritual. Perhaps he really was a lunatic, if sticking to your own sense of honor and morals made you such. Although none of the men in his squad had served in the Santherese jungles, most of them had been taught the hard skills of staying alive in hostile territory, and none of them believed in taking prisoners.

"C'mon. Sit down and let me win a few ryos off ya!"

Tokuda was part of the main body of troops that would advance on Pashashar through the mountain roads and valleys, and if possible, he wanted to change the public image of the Kenpeitai from an army of dishonorable and untrustworthy men to that of a valuable ally and reasonable enemy.

Shouldering his assault rifle, he stepped out of the tent and looked around at the hills. To the north, he could see the border, marked by the Arvandi checkpoint, and beyond that, only ridges and the sky. The hills themselves were dotted with caves, evidence of recent landslides, and if he could look through the rock, probably bodies and fragments.




To: "Islamic Republic of Pashmanistan"
From: Kagetora; Arvand
Subject: Return of Land and People
Encryption: Nil

Since the Arvandi Civil War four years ago, the impostors of your "government" and "military" have defied the rightful sovereignty of the country of Arvand. You have broken law after law, and you are a shame to your people. We are giving you one chance to retain what dignity you have left. A rejection of a single term will be considered a rejection of all of them.

1. All land claimed by "Pashmanistan" is to be returned to the rightful government of Arvand

2. The illegal body known as the "Pashmani government" is to disband, and its members are to submit to trial for treason by Arvandi courts

3. The "Pashmani military" is to disband, and all members are to submit to trial for treason by Arvandi courts

4. Foreign advisers not invited by the Arvandi government are to be expelled from the region

5. The people of "Pashmanistan" are to pay all taxes that were left unpaid during and after the Arvandi Civil War
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Postby Pashmanistan » Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:10 pm

National Security Meeting, Ministry of Information
Pashahar, Pashmanistan
9:30 AM, Two weeks prior


Deputy Prime Minister Ibrahim Hotak walked slowly through the sun-drenched white halls of the Ministry of Information, his shoes clattering against the marble floor. The large windows that lined the hall and allowed the sun to pour through also afforded Ibrahim the opportunity to glance out upon the dusty, yet beautiful, city of Pashahar. Four years had done much to heal most of the damage that had been inflicted upon the city during the Pashamani War, alternatively known as the Arvandi Civil War in some parts of the world. Occasionally one could still catch a glimpse of the damage still yet to be repaired, but none of that was visible from the third floor of the elaborate building that housed the Ministry of Information.

After a short walk, Hotak turned into one of the many conference rooms throughout the building. As he entered he took a glance at the men assembled in the room. They represented the various ministries of the Pashmani government that were critical to formulating a national defense strategy, most importantly the Ministries of Information, Defense, and Foreign Relations. As was the case most weeks the group met, none of the ministries were represented by their responsible ministers, but rather deputies and other officials. All of them were wearing standard western dress of suits and ties, though most of them preferred to dress in the traditional, and cooler, robes they were normally accustomed to in their private lives. He seated himself at the head of the table and opened his leather portfolio before speaking.

"All right, gentlemen, what do we have to discuss this week?" Hotak asked the question as a matter of routine, while knowing full where any discussion about Pashmanistan's matters of security would lead.

"Sir, we have recently received news of Arvandi build ups near our border, with several of our informants claiming to be seeing large formations of troops comprised of non-Arvandi soldiers also moving toward the border." One of the deputies from the Ministry of Information spoke up quickly while handing out copies of the reports collected by the Ministry of Information before continuing on, "The numbers being reported are much larger than what was announced by the Arvandi government after they begun hosting advisors."

Hotak stopped him before he continued on, "Haven't we done that with our own foreign advisors here? As I recall the number of Ostehoeker advisors were only suppose to number around a few hundred, yet now a few thousand are now in our country training the Republican Army and Air Force."

A colonel representing the Pashmani General Staff winced at the comment. The need for foreign advisors in crafting a true standing army and air force hurt the prideful soldiers who had fought their own still of combat against the Arvandi occupiers years before. However the Ministry of Information official spoke up again before anyone could comment at the officer's reaction, "Yes, sir, that is true. However, the numbers indicated in the reports seem to point to entire divisions mustering in Arvand, much more than what could be called a cadre of advisors."

Hotak thought for a moment before responding, "Have we asked the Ostehoeker's to confirm these build ups using their satellite network?"

"No, sir, we were waiting to discuss the issue with you before determining a course of action", replied the young official.

Sighing at the lack of initiative shown by the MoI, Hotak quickly formulated his decision, "I shall inform the Prime Minister of these develops later today, however in the mean time issue a warning to all the active military units, and alert our Ostehoeker guests. Also, please request confirmation of these movements from the Ostehoekers. They can give us a better picture of this situation." Hotak stopped for a moment, as heads around the table nodded in agreement, "With that out of the way, I would like us to turn out attention to the new smuggling routes being discovered in the east..."

With the threat temporarily dealt with, Pashmanistan's leadership moved on to more important issues.

****


Emergency Meeting, Executive Palace
Pashahar, Pashmanistan
11:29 AM, Present day


Once again Ibrahim Hotak walked to another meeting on national security, though this one was slightly more urgent than those previously held. This time as he walked into a conference room in the Prime Minister's spacious home, he noticed that all the major players in Pashmani politics were attending, instead of sending subordinates to take their place. What also struck him was the level of panic evident in the assembled group. Men ran about, shouting orders to subordinates and screaming at telephones, even the Prime Minister, Hafizullah Taraki, seemed overwhelmed by events. The man had been swept into office following the Pashmani War as a hero of the people who had led Pashmani fighters against the armored force sent to crush the revolt in Pashahar. They had cut the tanks off in the mountain passes and wiped out entire units, effectively stalling the assault and guaranteeing independence. To see such a brave leader seemingly adrift was deeply shocking to Hotak.

Eventually order was somewhat resorted and the official meeting began in earnest. Everyone had already seen the Arvandi statement of intent and the demands they wished to force upon Pashmanistan. Everyone already knew they were absurdly unrealistic terms that could never and would never be met by any Pashmani government. No one seemed to want to contemplate what it all really meant. After several moments of still silence, Hotak spoke up, "We cannot just sit here, bemoaning our fate. Certainly Arvand is no longer the weak, corrupt, ineffective country that it was just four years ago. However, just as they have made strives toward becoming a powerful country and have made more friends on the international scene, so has our great nation! No longer is this struggle about our people against theirs, but their system, their allies, against ours. We must remind our friends, and the international community as a whole, of the horrors the Arvandi people have visited upon this new nation, and how they are at odds with the tyranny that now supports them."

Someone spoke up weakly, "The Ostehoekers will never support us with open military support, they've been open about that since they offered their advisors."

Hotak nodded and continued on, "This is true, but it does not mean they have abandoned us. Nor does it mean they are our only friends. We have received numerous donations of military equipment from the Ostehoeker government, and others throughout Tarquinia since our declaration of independence. The training provided foreign advisors will now finally pay off. There will be many who will come forward and support us as we struggle against this tyrannical coalition of nations, and Allah willing, their support will enable us to beat these infidels and tyrants. However we must not despair, we do not, and will not ever, have strength numbers. We must rely on our strength of faith, the courage in our convictions, to lead us through this dark time."

Slowly, ever so slowly, heads nodded across the room. If Arvand wished to force itself upon the people of Pashmanistan, they would find out just how much the people valued their freedom.

****


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We, the free people of the Islamic Republic of Pashmanistan, fully reject each and every single demand leveled against us by the Arvandi and Kagetoran governments. With Allah's guidance we shall endeavor to defend ourselves, our homes, and our freedoms from the illegal and tyrannical government of Arvand. We vowed to longer accept the position of second class citizens four years ago, and once again we reaffirm our resolve to remain separate from the Arvandi people.

We call upon our friends in Tarquinia, and throughout the world, to stand with us against this vile attempt to resubjugate the Pashmani people. To all of Allah's faithful, we call upon you to assist in our jihad against these foreign invaders and nonbelievers. Allah shall guide our struggle and may his word strength you enough to join us.

Long live the Pashmani Republic! Allahu Akbar!
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Postby Jiani » Sat Oct 16, 2010 12:00 pm

Unknown location in rural Pashmanistan
Twenty to seven in the evening


The Most Excellent Sheik Bashar Ibn Mubarak stepped tentatively off the plane into the bright sunlight, his headscarf blowing serenely in the light breeze. His deputy, the Pashto speaker and happily also Azad, Ali Ziad stepped off after him.

"Reminds me of Hanjiastan" said the Sheik quietly, pulling his robes around him, as they strode toward the little welcome party. A moment later, Sheik Mubarak and Emir Khan shook hands enthusiastically.

"I thank you for your great hospitality" said Mubarak, bowing.

Ziad stepped and began to translate into Pashto, but Khan raised a hand.

"You are most welcome, brother Ibn Mubarak." Said Khan, in perfect, if accented, Kyrian. "We have learned your language in the mosque!"

Bashar beamed, and gestured his aide forward who presented a very extensively decorated wooden box.

"We would be thankful if you would allow us to present a modest gift to your beautiful country. It is an original Kyrian vase from the late nineteen hundreds, hand crafted by the most skilled artisans of the time. It once adorned the Emperor of Kyriumstan's palace, so we feel it is a fit gift for another great leader."

"I am most grateful for your gift, brother Mubarak." replied Khan, as they started to walk toward the encampment a few minutes away.

"Please understand that it will be the advise and actions of my men that will be the greater gift to your country." said Mubarak, tactfully.

"Precisely what experience to they have in this field, brother Mubarak?"

They both turned to watch the men unloading various crates from the plane.

"There are fifty six men in my group, for now, all of whom have fought for at least a decade in the mountains of Azadstan and the plains of Assad and Sieen against all the corrupt foreign governments that have spat upon our traditions and our rights. My men were invaluable in the revolution in Jiani."

"Ah yes, the Islamic Republic of Jiani. We have heard tell." Khan smiled a quick, tight smile.

"Please, do not believe we are here to spread our ideology. Our sole wish is to see the foreign invaders vanquished and liberty restored to our muslim brothers." The men were lifting the crates now, directed by a small Pashman officer with a stick.

"Come, let us talk further inside."
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Postby Tarsas » Mon Oct 18, 2010 2:23 pm

Firuzabad, Arvand
Firuzabad International Airport
10:32 am

The airport was particularly crowded today. The area was wrought with delays as people lined up and aircraft attempted to land and take off on the two open runways left. The third runway was showing how needed it was to relieve congestion in the airport. Today, however, it was completely closed. A small crowd had gathered at the end of the runway. A motorcade of cars marked with the Imperial Coat of Arms stood idling at the end of the runway. Numerous Tarsan advisors and the ambassador to Arvand all waited for the arrival. The air was filled with a roar as a shiny silver aircraft hit the runway with a screech. The aircraft began to slow as it taxied to the end of the runway finally stopping. A rolling escalator was brought up to the plane. The full Tarsan general staff stepped out of the plane. General of the Airforce Samuel Algor and General David Salisburg, official commander of the Tarsan Expeditionary Force, came next followed by several lower staff. As the men stepped down, their gold and blue uniforms in full show and their medals jingling, the Tarsan ambassador to Arvand, Gerald Aslanf, stepped out of his car and shook the hands of each of the men. "Greetings Mr. Slasburg, we've been expecting you."

Salsiburg smiled. "I know you have. Has the Central Command been rented yet based on my orders?"

The ambassador bowed respecting the General's higher position per customs. "Yes sir. It has been. The campaign is ready to begin. I've made arrangements here and coordinated with Mr. Vacksburg in Kagetora to make preparations there."

"Very good. I'd like to be taken to my command center now."

"Yes sir general. The motorcade is ready." The entire group of men climbed inside the vehicles. The motorcade began to move out driving out of the airport gate and moving off down the dusty road. Thirty minutes later, the general's motorcade pulled up outside the large luxurious building rented for the duration of the war from the government of Arvand. Only the general and his staff exited. The ambassador was told he could return to the embassy. The group of men entered an elevator. It quickly lifted them up to the fourth floor of the building. When the door finally opened, a secretary was waiting outside. She was a young local girl of 31 and was quite ravishing. "Welcome to Tarsan Front Command Center Pashmanistan sir. We have offices assigned for all of your staff but the main field commanders are here like you requested."

General Salisburg smiled and motioned for her to lead on. They were led to a conference room at the back of the hall. Inside sat the main field commanders of the 220,000 men that had been deployed to Arvand for preparations to invade Pashmanistan. They currently sat in bases drilling and waiting for orders to move. The general took a seat pointedly taking a sip from a nearby glass of wine and delaying the discussion until the secretary left and closed the door. He finally began. "Greetings Gentlemen. I'll be the operational commander for this entire front. We have classified this as a front because we don't know what else will open up as a result of us helping Kagetora with this war. The general strategy will be this." Shutters automatically closed over the window and a large HD tv was turned on. A map appeared and a video began to play with showing arrows to designate operational moves and objective. "As you can see gentlemen, our primary objective will be to cripple the Pashmani government quickly killing as many officials ruthlessly and quickly as possible. We will accomplish this with guided bombs from Na-8 stealth strike bombers. We will then move in and occupy all cities and quickly defeat the crippled Pashmani army, or what one that there is. We will use this occupation to force Pahsmanistan to surrender quickyl and be part of Arvand again. Are we clear?"

One of the field commanders stood. "Permission to address a concern general?"

"Granted"

"Ostehoek has shown itself to support Pashmanistan in the past. How can we expect they won't do it now? This could open an entirely new front in the war and bring the war to us."

The general waited for him to finish. "Emperor Alexis has ensured that this is covered. The border has been placed under watch. We can mobilize as soon as possible if we are invaded. The likelihood of this is low so soon after the free state incident. Its likely that their armies are occupied securing the new dominions they annexed. Any other concerns?" No one spoke up. They knew their mission and had been briefed accordingly. "Good. Orders will come from me when you are to move out. Execute them to the tee and exercise initiative on the field where needed. Dismissed." The men all got up and left the room to begin making preparations in their respective groups. The general left the room and moved off to his office.

Airstrip A15
Temporary Imperial Tarsan Airforce Base
9:32 pm

Pilots scrambled to their aircraft as six Na-8 stealth fighter-bombers were pulled onto the runway. This bomber could decrease its radar signature significantly and appear the size of a bird if it flew secretly and correctly. The pilots walked out onto the tarmac bricks that had been prefabbed and laid down donning helmets and climbing into their respective craft. The sound of jet engines could be heard roaring to a start and landing lights located on the landing gear turned on illuminating the runway in front of the aircraft. The first craft taxied into position. The small control tower responded quickly. "Eagle one, you are clear." The aircraft moved down the runway and picked up speed. The second one followed suite, then the third, then the fourth, until they were all in the air moving toward Pashmanistan. Each one was loaded with two 6,000 kg smart bombs and one large 9,000 kg bomb. It was time to kill off the government.
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Postby Kagetora » Fri Oct 22, 2010 2:26 pm

Right after the ultimatum to Pashmanistan had been sent, General Tanaka had placed his divisions on standby, and with the quick summary rejection of the demands, he deployed them. Air support, with airfields in the southern Kagetorian installation, quickly launched to begin severing communication lines with precision airstrikes. As the lumbering beasts, one in the east and one crawling up the western border, began to travel through the mountain roads, the men marched with the confidence that came with the nationalism that had persuaded them to join in the first place.




Warrant Officer Tokuda sat atop the IFV that his squadmates were riding in, preferring the open air to the crowded atmosphere of his annoying comrades. His assault rifle was slung across his shoulder, his helmet perfectly aligned, covering his brow at a ninety-degree angle, and a journal in his lap. As his pen moved gracefully across the paper, a graceful scrawl appeared, complex characters materializing on the paper. Unlike most Kagetorians who would mix the traditional writing system with words in English, not a single word was in a language other than the traditional.

2010, October 22nd

He paused to check the time.

11:29 am
It's a Friday. The air is cool and winter is coming. War has been declared on Pashmanistan. Arvand, Tarsas, and the mother country are deploying forces into the heart of this mountainous region. Over what? Land? Principle? Power? No. In the end, we all fight for profit. The Arvandi fight for the industrial areas lost during the Pashmani War. The Tarsans fight for relations with us. We fight for the markets in Arvand. Greed will be our undoing.

We are marching towards Pashashar, with one hundred thousand enemies standing between us and victory. They know the land, they have the support of the people, the nature of the land serves their needs. Foreign countries support them, and I pray they do not escalate this conflict. May the gods have mercy on us, for this war shall not.

Riku Tokuda


Drawing a line beneath the section he had just written, Tokuda blew on the ink and dabbed the words with his finger to ensure it had all dried. Afterwards, he closed the journal and locked it, putting the key necklace down his shirt again, and returning both the pen and the journal to the pack that sat beside him.

Hearing a dull roar from behind him, he looked up to see four planes flying in formation, barely cresting the mountain peaks, and was lost in his own imagination of flying.

Tokuda was rudely jerked back to reality as the IFV hit a bump in the road, and resettled his helmet, looking forward through the mountain road again.
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Postby Leistung » Sun Oct 24, 2010 9:11 pm

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BMS Conrad Berg, 8th Fleet
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"It's incredible, isn't it?"

The voice jolted Lieutenant Adenauer from his trance. He turned his head from the waves lapping at the aircraft carrier's side, and locked eyes with his commanding officer, Admiral Emil.

"Pardon, Admiral?" he quipped, saluting quickly. Emil returned the salute lazily and pressed his back up against the railing of the bridge's overhang. He removed a cigar from his overcoat's pocket and lit it.

"Oh come now; four months in Port-Cartier? Surely you felt it as well." He thrust a cigar in Adenauer's direction. "Here, best to smoke them now. I'll find some way to lose them later." The Lieutenant lit it carefully, the ocean breeze forcing him to cup his hands as he did so.

"Thank you sir," he replied, blowing out a puff of smoke. "I do know how you feel." He leaned up against the railing, removing his hat and patting down his hair. "But honestly sir, I always thought my first deployment would be a little more exciting than this."

The admiral chuckled in reply. "Yes, well, I'm afraid the excitement has gone out of the Bundesmarine for the time being." There was a silence for a moment, as both men took in the sun setting across the horizon. "Not that that's necessarily a bad thing."

"Sir?"

"Nothing overly exciting about death," Emil replied flatly. Adenauer nodded.

"Of course not; but a blockade of Alexan of all places?" This time it was Emil's turn to nod.

"We're in agreement there. We've sortied with fifteen fleet carriers to more or less shake our finger at their emperor." He took another puff of the cigar. "Almost makes me long for the days of Darfolk and Blünderburg." He sighed and flicked the butt of the cigar off into the sea. "Be sure the flight crews are well rested tonight," he said, straightening his overcoat and taking a step towards the bridge bulkhead door. "We'll be home in a week, but I'd like to ensure that all of us will be there for the homecoming parade."

"Aye, sir," Adenauer said, snapping off a final salute.



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To: Alexis IV of Tarsas
From: Office of the Chancellor of Leistung
Subj: Tarsan Aggression in Pashmanistan

It has been noted by both intelligence services working in the vicinity of Pashmanistan and by our allies in eastern Tarquinia that the Empire of Tarsas has seen fit to involve itself in the situation developing between Arvand and Pashmanistan.

It should be noted firstly that the defense of Pashmanistan is of paramount importance to us. It represents a beacon of democracy in an otherwise unfree region of Tarquinia, and moreoever, is a sovereign nation in its own right; a breach of its sovereignty is cause for great alarm to us. The Empire of Tarsas is a relative newcomer to the world stage. As much as we wish to live in peace with it, if its first actions on said stage will be to attempt to invade another state, we will have no choice but to take action.

Therefore, and with the blessing of the Bundestag and people of the Leistungi Union, we see fit to issue an ultimatum.

If the Empire of Tarsas does not immediately withdraw its forces from Arvand and return them to their bases in Tarsas proper, the Leistungi Union will take military action to ensure that a Tarsan invasion of Pashmanistan is short-lived. You have been granted 24 hours to reply.

Cordially,

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Postby Pashmanistan » Thu Oct 28, 2010 7:43 pm

Fedayeen Azaadi Encampment
Rural Airstrip outside Herhsir, Northeastern Pashmanistan
6:40 P.M., 21 October 2010


The Emir guided the Sheik into a small conference room inside the small terminal of the airport that had been appropriated for the Fedayeen's use. The walls of the room were covered in maps and other various pieces of intel necessary to plan for the upcoming operations, quickly waving him into one of the many seats located in the room.

"As you can see, Sheik, we have numerous groups of foreign fighters flocking to this camp from across the world. I have just received word that a group of black muslims from the south are flying in from Ostehoek to render their assistance in the coming battles. However, we will not be prepared to strike for sometime, though it is better that we allow the enemy to bloody itself upon the proverbial blade of the Republic's military."

He paused for a moment looking at the map, "Though perhaps I can use your men immediately while mine ready themselves here. I have a unit readying itself in the southern city of Kazhni, however it is desperately in need of guidance and leadership and I am afraid that neither my forces, nor those of the Republic, will be able to stop the infidel armies in Baghdruz. Can your men assist me, here?"

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Second Flight, First Fighter Squadron
Skies over Pashahar, Pashmanistan
10:06 P.M., 21 October 2010


In the hours following the Kagetorian ultimatum and the Pashmani rejection, the sound of jet engines filled the air over the Pashmani captial of Pashahar. MiG-35's, having ended their lives as Leistungi fighter aircraft years before, began a new life as the main aerial weapon in the Pashmani Republican Air Force. While small, the Pashmani Air Force was the one branch that was the least disadvantaged when it came to technology and ability. Certainly they were still vastly outnumbered by the combined might of the nations opposing them, but the technology in their position was significantly better than what the Republican Army had been provided with.

Above the darkened capital, Lieutenant Haji Massoud comamnded his flight as they patrolled the skies looking for any signs of enemy aircraft. His MiG, and those of the flight he commanded, all carried a loadout of AIM-13 Weelig heat seeking missiles and AIM-30 Skokgolf radar guided missiles, both of which had been designed and produced in Ostehoek. None of those weapons mattered however, if the no enemy could ever be located. All of the pilots and commanding officers of the Republican Air Force were well aware that the nations arrayed against them possessed a technology that they could not hope to match, that being the stealth aircraft operated by Tarsas and Kagetora. Radar had detected a small number of anomolies in the airspace near the border, but nothing they were able to reliably detect and follow. For all they knew, no aircraft had yet been launched against them, though an AWACS craft operating north of Pashahar was attempting to do everything it could to direct its high powered radars toward the possible intruders.

Massoud banked his plan in accordance with the established pattern above the city, carefully making sure his plane didn't accidentially stray into the declared "free fire" zones enforced by the SAM batteries that had been set up throughout the metropolitan area. Any aircraft that strayed into those zones were fired upon by the batteries. No one wanted to see any mistakes, particularly when the Air Force had so few aircraft to begin with.

As time went on, it seemed more and more likely that Massoud's patrol would not be the one to experience the first waves of enemy airstrikes when the paniced shout of Massoud's ground control came over the air. "Second Flight, we've detected a number of bogies directly over the Executive Palace! They've appeared out of no where! You are ordered to immediately intercept and destroy these aircraft!"

Massoud only responded by clicking his microphone twice and slamming the throttles of his aircraft forward to max power. Immediately his flight followed him as they lit off their afterburners and immediately headed for the airspace near the Executive Palace. Massoud recognized that only two possible things could explain the sudden appearance of unidentified objects over restricted airspace, and he was fairly certain aliens weren't real. He reacted quickly, selecting his AIM-13s over his AIM-30's and immediately began scanning the skies using his helmet mounted sight in an attempt to find the heat signature for his missiles to lock on to. He was surprised that no fighters had arrived to escort the vunerable stealth bombers to and from their target. However, he merely shook his head and moved in for the kill as did his fellow pilots. Heatseeking missles soared out into the night to claim their targets. The enemy may have struck first, but it certainly wouldn't be a complete success for them.

*****


First Mechanized Regiment, Second Pashmani Armored
Near the Arvandi-Pashmani Border, Southwest of Pashahar
12:12 P.M., 22 October 2010


Sergeant Sher Fahim swept the perspiration from the top of his brow as he readjusted his steel pot helmet pot for what seemed like the twentith time in the span of about five minutes. The early afternoon sun was already taking it's toll on Sher and his fellow troopers as they lay in wait for the advancing Kagetorian and Arvandi columns they all knew were coming to appear. The camo netting strung above Sher's and his small fire team's position provided slight relief from the heat, but not still not able to bring total relief to the men already weighted down by their combat gear. Most of the men carried Doomani-produced and Santherese-donated AVIR IIIs, though a few of the men carried Leistungi-donated Panzerfaust 3s.

As Sher surveyed his line, an officer wearing a different style camouflage uniform and red beret appeared behind his line with a Pashmani Corporal in tow. Sher noticed the officer had white skin and sported a blonde beard, marking him immediately as a foreign advisor. As he approached, Sher got a clear look at what could only be the orange, blue and white flag insignia found on the uniform of the Ostehoeker advisors in Pashmanistan. The officer paused for a moment and squated down next to Sher and his men. He spoke rapidly in a ugly and seemingly awkward language that Sher could not understand even in the slightest, as he finished he smiled at the sergeant and his men before his translator began to speak. "He says, our people will be proud to have us as their defenders and that you and your fellow soldiers have been extremely knowledge students."

"Please tell him that Allah has blessed us with great teachers," Sher said in return of the compliment.

The man laughed as he heard the translation of his comment and spoke, rather haltingly, in extremely accented Pashto, "Thank you, Sergeant"

With that said the man moved further down the line, checking upon other groups of soldiers and examining the line that had been prepared to "welcome" the Arvandi and Kagetorians into Pashmanistan. Many groups of infantry equiped with AT weapons hid in the rocky hills that surrounded the main highway leading from the border to Pashahar. Further behind them waited groups of BMP's in a shallow wadi, ready to ferry the infantry to safety after they had disengaged from their ambush. A few of the Doomani-made MAD.IIs dotted the ambush line here and there, fully prepared to fire up their engines and batter any armored vehicle that was in the enemy column.

The entire line hushed and readied itself as a visible group of enemy infantry made its way down the road. The troops, most of the officers being veterans of the nasty fighting that characterized the First Pashmani War, knew to keep silent and do everything they could to make sure the scouts passed by wtihout detecting the trouble that lay in wait for the rest of their compatriots. They continued to wait until the head of the column, behind the scouts, had entered the main part of the killzone. As the armored vehicles rolled down the road the signal to fire was given and multiple rockets shot out from the hidden pashmani lines to greet the enemy IFVs. One MAD.II immediately started up it's engine and began to track the lead tank of the formation sending a sabot round screaming down range to slam into the tank in a blaze of sparks before the enemy tank ground to a halt and immediately started smoking.

Sher Fahim was able to see none of this as he focused entirely on guiding the small arms fire of his small group towards pockets of kagetorian infantry. He noticed one enemy soldier was still on of his IFV and deliberately took aim to fire at him. However before he could squeeze the trigger, a stray bullet fired by at random by the troops on the road kicked up dirt right in front of Fahim. He flinched away from the cloud of dust and dirt and prepared to take aim again, but noticed the enemy solider was no longer there. Smoke, both from smoke grenades and burning vehicles, began to obscure a better part of the road when suddenly a round from one of the surviving vehicles on the road slammed into ground in front of Fahim's position.

Dazed and shaken, Fahim groped for his rifle and to find solid footing when he felt two hands grab the back of his combat harness and pull him up out of his foxhole. As his wits returned to him, Sher looked behind him to see who was dragging him away from his former position. He was surprised to see the red beret of the Ostehoeker officer first and tapped the man on the hands to let him know he was able to get up and walk on his own. The officer released him but quickly spoke in the same accented Pashto as earlier, "we go", and gestured toward the waiting BMPs. While he followed the officer to the BMPs, he noticed that tere were less troops returning to the waiting vehicles than had left them. Farhim could only shrug, no one ever said the defense of their country was going to be a bloodless venture, and they had certainly spilled more of the enemy's blood than their own.
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Postby Kagetora » Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:36 pm

Kagetorian Group Minami
1212 Hours, 2010, October 22nd


Explosions. They seemed to be everywhere. Shrapnel flew through the air, passing the bullets raining down from the mountains and scything down Kagetorian soldiers who were unlucky enough to be near those vehicles destroyed by the ambush. The lead tank, nicknamed the First Ghost, had indeed been the first to fall, and the smoke column rose into the sky as the fire burned through the gas tank and found the munitions.

If Tokuda had been able to hear anything after the initial barrage, he would have been subject to the sharp cracks of assault rifles, the clanging of metal tearing into metal, the deep thuds of the anti-tank weaponry, and the horrible screams of the men dying around him. Instead, the experience was surreal as time seemed to slow down amid the silence.

A line of bullets hitting the ground in front of him jerked Tokuda back to reality. He rolled across the top of the IFV, pulling his pack alongside him, and jumped down into the dusty road. His eyes white with fear, he flipped off the safety on his assault rifle and peered around the front of the IFV. Flashes burst from a line in the hill, and that's where he unleashed his vengeance on the Pashmani. He wasn't a particularly good shot, so it was unlikely he hit anybody, but the sound of the bullets leaving the barrel was extremely satisfying.

That's when he realized he had regained his hearing, even if things were still somewhat hazy. His squad had gotten out of the IFV, and was similarly taking cover behind their transport. One of them had gotten to the mounted machine gun, and was wasting Kagetorian ryos by shooting at the enemy, and mostly missing.

After slipping out the empty magazine and replacing it with a full one, he looked up again. There weren't any more flashes. As quickly as they had appeared, they had stopped, and silence reigned over the column once again, broken only by the cries of the wounded.

Pointing to a couple of his squadmates, he motioned them over to him and almost yelled, "Get the squad up to the positions up on the hill, find the wounded and bring them back as prisoners."

"Sir yes sir," replied one of them, making his way back to the squad and then taking them around the rear of the vehicle and moving cautiously up the embankment.

About fifteen minutes later, Tokuda joined them. While there was definitely some bodies laying in awkward positions, if the rest of the Pashmani positions were anything like this one the Kagetorian military would not be able to sustain a war like this. There were several of them left behind, most dying, but some would survive if they received treatment.

"Take this men down, make sure they are treated if there is a chance they'll make it."

"But, sir..."

"Do it."

"Sir, they just tried to kill us."

Immediately, Tokuda's face turned bright red, as his brow furrowed into complete outrage.

"If we don't help them now, we are no better than savages. War is not civil, but we can at least make it a little more bearable for everyone. Take them down before I suspect you of subordination."

"Sir yes sir."

He took a series of deep breaths as he tried to calm down. Military doctrine did not support taking prisoners, but there was a first for everything. Walking along, he started checking the bodies for pulses, and asking any that appeared to be relatively healthy if they spoke English.

One who only suffered from a graze wound on the arm did.

"Don't touch me you infidel!" he snarled when Tokuda came close, reaching for a pistol that lay a few feet from him. Tokuda continued advancing, but he let his assault rifle dangle on the strap rather than holding it in his hands.

"I will not hurt you if you do not threaten me."

The Pashmani soldier glared up, but he stopped reaching for the gun. The Kagetorian took that as his cue to extend his hand. A dark look in his eye, the Pashmani took it and clambered to his feet, watching as a group of fighters flew overhead.

"I thought your kind didn't take prisoners," accused the captured.

"I thought your kind would still fight when wounded. Come on then, let's get your arm treated."

The Pashmani stumbled along, a sight not seen by Kagetorians in generations. Prisoners were essentially an alien race in Kagetora, and they would remain so.




Several squadrons of fighters had been sent up with the movement of the Kagetorian ground forces, and had been working in shifts to ensure constant air cover since then. The current group on rotation, Kero Kero, cruised high above, careful to watch out for unidentified craft and waiting for a call to action.

"Kero Kero, Group Minami has encountered resistance. You are ordered to give them air support, and engage targets at your discretion."

The flight peeled off of their course and kicked in their afterburners as they flew toward the course provided by command. It wasn't long before the smoke from the destroyed vehicles allowed them to navigate by sight.

It wasn't long before they were above the Kagetorian column, but there was nothing to see.

"Command, this is Kero Kero, the Pashmanis have broken off, please advise."

"Kero Kero, confirmed. Search for a convoy. You are weapons free."

"Affirmative. There is a group to the north, engaging."

Switching to inflight channels, he continued.

"Two missiles, spread fire along the line. Ensure you hit the front and rear."




2010, October 22nd
1:37 pm

Ambushed by Pashmani troops. My squad has not taken any losses, but other squads have been lost in their entirety, and the leading tank will no longer be serving. I attempted to take Pashmani wounded as prisoners. A lieutenant berated me, and took them all away. I cannot say for sure, but I believe they were executed by firing squad and pushed off the side of the road.

We are no better than savages.

To help prevent such a tragedy from happening again, squads have been put on rotation marching atop the ridges alongside the armored columns. Even savages don't deserve the suffering wrought upon them in war.

Riku Tokuda
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Postby Tarsas » Fri Oct 29, 2010 9:44 am

Above the Executive Palace
Eagle 1
10:06 pm
October 21, 2010

Eagle 1 had detected the missiles incoming. Due to the nature of his aircraft, he knew they were having trouble locking on and detecting him. As far as he knew, he would completely surprise them. "Command, this is Eagle 1. We have arrived over the executive palace. Enemy was surprised it seems. Na-6s may be launched without fear of compromising our stealth approach." The affirmative beep from command came that symbolized a weapons free policy over the palace. "Alright boys, drop em." He knew it was about to get rocky as the missiles approached. All six aircraft opened their bays and dropped all three of their bombs totaling 18 bombs. The bombs were laser guided and homed in on the executive palace and other targets within the area. The bays closed as the missiles approach. "All aircraft, deploy countermeasures now."

IR countermeasures began spinning to attempt to throw the missiles off course. Several zoomed off course and three bombers were saved. Due to the close proximity of the missiles, two bombers were hit. One was significantly damaged and began to taxi for an emergency landing. One pilot had ejected, one had not been so lucky. The pilot making an emergency landing ejected activating his aircraft's internal explosive bank. This system was put into these bombers significantly to stop the Pashmanis from being able to reverse engineer the aircraft. It exploded in a fireball. "Command, eagle 1, we have two survivors, unsure what will happen to them, send rescue aircraft ASAP." The other three bombers gunned their afterburners heading to their own airspace waiting for the results of their bombs to filter onto the camera screen.

Airstrip A15
Temporary Imperial Tarsan Airforce Base
10:30pm
October 21, 2010

Blaring klaxon filled the prefabricated airbase with sound as Na-6 pilots scrambled out of the barracks. Forty of the best fighter pilots within the Imperial Air Force were stationed at this base. Twenty more would take off from Base A16 and they would move to dominate the Pashmani airforce. If at all possible, they would save the stealth bombers. The Pashmani government should be in ruins if all went as planned and the Imperial Army would be moving in shortly. Close Air Support was also prepping at Base A17 to take off and wreck the Pashmani ground forces. It would soon be time to occupy the major cities and claim victory.

Airman First Class Micheal Rex climbed the small yellow stairs into his aircraft and placed his helmet on plugging it into the sockets that would integrate it with the aircraft. A plethora of controls lit up in front of him as he activated the electrical systems. The ignition sequence for the engines was also cued up and they roared to life. He was on point, meaning he would take off first. He flipped a small switch forward labeled "Cockpit" and the cockpit glass slid over him and hissed as its airtight seals activated. The pressurization system activated next hissing as the cab was filled with fresh oxygen and fully pressurized. He began to taxi the aircraft forward onto the runway stopping at the beginning. The engines roared as he brought them to flight speed.

All this took just a few seconds to get the military grade engines up to speed. The engines launched forward rapidly pushing the aircraft faster and faster and faster. The ailerons adjusted for flight as he roared down the runway. He pulled up on the stick rapidly near the end bringing the aircraft up into the air. The land became smaller and smaller below him as he gained altitude. A few seconds later, another aircraft launched up behind him and another and another. Soon, the entire airwing would be up in the air. "Airman Rex, this is Flight Commander Sanderson, have you began radar ranging searching?"

The airman inhaled guiltily and activated his radar and began the search patter. "Yes sir. I'll let you know if I detect anything."

"Good. Sanderson out."

Fort Palmetto
Prefab Tarsan Military Base
11:23 am
October 22nd, 2010

Major Anderson Valgers paced back and fourth inspecting the lines of brown clothed camouflaged troops and brown M3 Gordon tanks. Behind that sat numerous IFVs and APCs that would transport more troops in. A nearby airstrip had close air support aircraft ready to go and attack enemy ground forces. Behind that lay seventeen At-4 bombers, their massive turboprop engines showing in the sun. This was the bulk of the ground forces as the Major oversaw the first wave of 50,000 men assembling over the area. The major boarded a UH-28 helicopter as everyone took their places. Its rotors began to spin as it lifted off from the pad it was sitting on. Attached was a loudspeaker system and the major had the mic. He began to speak to the men as the helicopter hovered.

"Gentlemen, today you will be fighting to free the people of Pashmanistan from their oppressive government and to end their unjust withdrawal from Arvand. They will repay all the tax money stolen and will come back to Arvand. Now men, let us go and return to Arvand what is rightfully its land and its people." The soldiers cheered a bit but most of the reply was of men boarding vehicles in preparation to move to the border. The process took around thirty minutes and the men were finally loaded up. The entire convoy of tanks, IFVs, and APCs departed the base in a long line on the road. Helicopter gunships took off behind them readying to support the convoy. They made for the border preparing to cross rapidly. They would link up with the Kagetoran convoys once they were over. The UH-28 carrying the Major would accompany them to the border and then he would switch over to an IFV. It would be a good hour before they arrived.

Alexan
Mary II's Royal Palace
2:32 pm
October 22, 2010

The court in Alexan was aghast with murmurs. Advisors were running about preparing the setting for a video conference. The advisory council was all assembled around a large marble table in the palace ballroom/council room. Space was tight in the city and many rooms in the palace were designed to have multiple purposes. Mary II sat at the middle of the table facing as video screen that would soon bring up Emperor Alexis IV. The ImperiNet logo flashed up and a "Connecting" satellite symbol popped up. "Connecting" turned to "receiving" and the young emperor appeared. "What is it Ducthess Mary?"

"My lord, Leistung has assembled a fleet outside of their territories and demanded we withdraw from Pashmanistan. What would you have me do? I only handle domestic issues."

Alexis sighed. "Well we won't be withdrawing from Pashmanistan, thats for sure. They'll likely occupy so let them occupy and do not resist them. With Rodarion also putting pressure on us in Tyrrhenia and attempting to annex our holdings there and the Pashmanistan conflict, I cannot contribute resources. Battlefleet Octina may journey to Tyrrhenia and help out there, we have use for them anyway. Tell Admiral Alan to do so."

Mary smiled. "Yes M'Lord. I do not want to destroy my fair city through war." The emperor gestured her away and cut the broadcast. "Send those orders now", she ordered to a nearby servant. "Ready my envoy to move out and meet the Leistungi invaders." Another man walked off to fulfill his orders.

To:Office of the Chancellor of Leistung
From: Mary II
Subject: Leistungi Threats

I regret to inform you sir that we cannot withdraw from Pashmanistan no matter what pressure you place on us. I have been cleared to surrender peacefully. The emperor has said he must contribute what resources that would go to defending Alexan to defending Elizabanthia against a Rodarion assault. Battlefleet Otcina will promptly withdraw and all Imperial Forces in the city will lay down their arms and remove themselves. Once city cannot be placed on the same level of importance as an entire colony. We await your arrival and to see what actions you will take.

Mary II
Ruler of Alexan


Alexan Harbor
Energan Naval Base
4:12 pm
October 22, 2010

Admiral Alan Westover was one of the only black officers in the Tarsan navy. He originally immigrated from Barvus as a young man and joined the navy. He had fought through the ranks and became an admiral in the navy. he had been given command of Battlefleet Otcina. He suspected it had been a slap aimed at the Ostehoekers but that had not even been mentioned when he was appointed. He was now standing at his communication screen. "You want me to leave?"

Mary II was on the screen. "No Admiral, the emperor wants you to leave. Set up and go."

"I guess I can't argue with that. Westover out." He went to the command deck and pushed a red button. This triggered the klaxon. Sailors ran aboard ships suiting up and supplies were rapidly loaded. The fleet began to move out three hours later en route to Tyrrhenia.
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Postby Leistung » Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:38 am

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To: [Open]
From: Office of the Chancellor of Leistung
Subj: Re:Tarsan Aggression in Pashmanistan

Continuing with Leistungi policy concerning the illegal invasion of Pashmanistan, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, together with the Bundestag and people of Leistung, has seen fit to impose a blockade of all goods on the Empire of Tarsas.

All Tarsan ports are now considered off-limits to commercial shipping, and as per the rules of war, will cease to be considered neutral shipping should they refuse. Deadly force will be used in any case of willing noncompliance.

Cordially,

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BMS Himmelstrasse, 2nd Fleet
800 km due east of Van Luxemburg
October 24, 06h28


The 8th Fleet out of Port-Cartier had sortied with half strength and enough rations to last them perhaps two weeks. That was three days ago; the first moves in a Leistungi campaign against the Empire of Tarsas that had culminated in a fleet action unseen in size since the Darfolk Crisis.

Five fleets, all well supplied and at near 100% fighting strength, had left ports in Kaiserslautern and elsewhere in the LU on October the twenty-second, to the sounds of trumpeters. Their location, classified to the Leistungi public, was now some eight hundred kilometers east of Van Luxemburg, and their target (hardly classified) remained three thousand kilometers to the south.

Commanding the flotilla was Großadmiral Haus, a sixty four year old veteran of the Bundesmarine.

"Großadmiral?"

"Be quick," he replied curtly. His attention was fixed to a map of the Tarsan mainland, where a number of red pins were stuck to various places. His head whipped up suddenly. "Ja, Kapitänleutnant? Are we in range?"

"We are, sir. Shall I give the order?" The flight operations officer had been nervously chewing his fingernails all day, and Haus picked out specks of red on his white shirt. He smirked.

"Please do. Our orders are to strike military targets only; should the Emperor not heed our warning, I have been cleared to engage most industrial targets as well."

"I'll pass that along to the pilots, sir."

"Oh, and Kapitänleutnant?"

"Sir?"

"Clean yourself up, Kapitänleutnant. We'll have a hard time telling you from a Tarsan sailor by the time this is all over."

The flight officer shifted uneasily. "Ah, yes sir, of course."

Air Group 1, 2nd Fleet
1400 km south of the fleet
October 24, 08h05


"Alpha four, this is Alpha one; you've broken formation." There was an air of irritation about the comment.

"Alpha one, Alpha four; sorry sir, I'm a little tired," the pilot replied sheepishly, bringing his Fo 210 back into position.

Not a stealthy airplane by any means, the Foerster maritime bombers of Air Group 1 nonetheless all carried a full load of stealth missiles; LM.50 Stiletts. Because the aircraft remained some 1900 kilometers north of any possible surface-to-air installations in Tarsas, the missiles would maintain a stealthy character up until impact -- the radar installations in Tarsas proper had little to no hope of identifying the aircraft at such massive range, and thusly could draw no early conclusions about an attack.

Twenty bomber aircraft composed the strike group, along with a handful of escorts, and further north, the fleet's AWACS elements. Flying in loose formation, they would launch their eighty stealth missiles with a ten second gap between each, creating a ripple effect of sorts, the targets being heavy radar installations spread across the north of Tarsas. The small batch of missiles, combined with their minuscule radar cross section and lack of visible launch platform would maximize surprise, and meant that Tarsan radar would likely only pick them up at the last possible moment, if at all.

Meanwhile, three more flights of a similar composition were forming up two hundred kilometers east of Air Group 1. Unlike AG1's anti-radar mission, however, AG2 and AG3's LM.50 stock would be aimed squarely at major airbases across the north and east of Tarsas. As with Air Group 1, the missiles' intrinsic stealthy nature coupled with the fact that the Leistungi fleet's position was unknown (and thus an attack could not properly be predicted) and the fact that they were being fired in small numbers meant that they would be extremely difficult to pick up.

"Alpha group, this is Alpha one; clearance given for missile launch. Alpha one, Stilett one...Stillett two...three...four." He pulled back on the stick. "Alpha one has successful missile launch. Peeling off and returning to the Himmelstrasse."
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Postby The Wolf Hold » Sat Nov 06, 2010 3:28 pm

Federal Senate Building - Syzran - Nidia
0927 Hours SLT


"This simply isn't good enough Senator, how can you expect the situation in Fellenstad to get any better if your bill plans to slash the funding to the entirety of the Militsiya? Civil disturbances happen almost daily still, we need that funding to keep a grip on our city!" Brigadier General Henry Falcon of the Federal Military stood red faced in front of a junior senator of the recently re-opened Nidian legislature. Marshall Fell's reforms had restored democracy to the state that Cain had abolished almost but whilst a step in the right direction, the republic was being born again and facing monumental legislative clashes between the military and elected representatives. During the first elections, Marshall Fell had maintained the premiership by a substantial margin but in both the Senate and the Council (the lower house) a fair amount of the Homeland First party had been elected. Homeland First was an anti-military, anti-interventionism and anti-Fell group that's only aim was to make their lives hell.

That was why Falcon had been dragged from Federal Military High Command on possibly one of the most important days of his carrier to shout at snot nosed senators barley out of their teens that thought they had the right to restrict the funding to the military, the bill they wanted to pass would put an immediate halt on any offensive operations as the Federal Military underwent a severe spending review. With what was about to happen, that bill couldn't pass. "So I ask you again Senator, withdraw your support for this bill, it is an insult to all the men and women who give their lives defending this country abroad, your actions will put them all in severe jeopardy." With every barked word the Senator seemed to sink deeper and deeper into his plush leather chair, his face draining rapidly of colour. Falcon gathered his full height, leaning slightly on the great oak desk, staring straight into the Senator’s blue eyes. He had earned a reputation as a fierce and often violent man with a very short temper and quick trigger finger during the days of Cain, this had made him the perfect candidate to reign in some renegade politicians "Senator, will you withdraw your support?"

A small nod and a whimpered "Yes" was the only response he could give, sweat clearly trickling down his pale face. "I will withdraw my support for it..." From the way he cowered in his chair, turning his head away from Falcon, it was clear he just wanted him gone. "Anything else General?" Relaxing ever so slightly as without a word Falcon spun around and went to leave the office the only sound audible was just the sharp tap of his boots on the varnished hard wood flooring. Falcon just kept walking across the large expanse of the Senatorial office, eyes fixed down at the watch on his wrist, watching the second hand count down.

"Five...four...three...two...one...zero." Whispering the countdown under his breath, stopping just before the offices door, turning his head around ever so slightly to address the Senator. "I'd head to the floor, there will be a vote soon." With that he was gone, loud taps of his boots fading into the distance as the now bewildered Senator was left racking his brains for which vote was about to go ahead. It would dawn on him soon enough.

Federal Military High Command - Wolf Mountain Complex - Nidia
0929 Hours SLT


Fifty sets of eyes were fixed on the one clock, voices whispering in unison "Five...four...three...two...one...launch." Silence then settled across the room as the clock flashed 0930, a surreal experience for all involved, their weeks of deliberation, planning, counter-planning and preparation had been for this moment and the days, possibly even weeks after it. On the dot, automated computer systems broadcast a flash override message to all Nidian forces operating in the Tarquinian theatre at the highest level of military encryption.

FLASH OVERIDE

Code: Select all
FLASH ZZ FLASH ZZ FLASH

TO: ARMYGROUP N.TARQUNIA / ARMYGROUP S.TARQUINIA / ARMYGROUP E.OCTINA /ARMYGROUP W.OCTINA /ARMYGROUP NIDIA
FM: FEDERAL MILITATY HIGH COMMAND

FLASH ZZ FLASH ZZ FLASH

MESSAGE:
OPERATION BLACKSMITH IS A GO
OPERATION ANVIL IS A GO
REFER TO PREVIOSULY DISTRIBUTED ORDERS
ALL NON-INVOLVED UNITS TO SHIFT TO MILCON1 AND PREPARE FOR RE-DEPLOYMENT

END MESSAGE

***


Northfield Airbase - Nidian Command Hub - Ostehoek
0932 SLT


That flash had set in motion the initial stages of what would be a recording breaking military offensive (at least by Nidian standards) as never before in Nidian military history had so many aircraft been committed to a single offense. Operation Blacksmith called for all offensive elements of the 5th, 6th, 7th, 11th and 15th air armies to launch from their bases across Ostehoek and in an overwhelming conventional first strike, rip the heart out of the Tarsan infrastructure and military by targeting everything from airports to highways, fuel depots to military bases. Two thousand aircraft, ranging from heavy strategic bombers laden with high yield explosives to nimble interceptors bristling with air to air missiles were assembled. The brilliant orange glow highlighted the hundreds of black dots filling the sky across the northern border. The skies filled with military metal, all armed to the teeth, burning at full power for the border.

Northfield served as the overall command hub for all Nidian military units operating across Ostehoek and as such, for obvious reasons it was where Marshall Rebecca Furness had chosen to locate the HQ of the invasion force. A tall, red headed military genius, renown across Nidia, regarded as a national hero. She had played a critical role in every military conflict during the end of Cain's administration, she had been one of the masterminds behind his downfall and now under Fell's renewed leadership she had served as the Vice-President until the recent elections. Despite having an approval rating greater then Fell's she had stepped down to return to a command position within the military. Both the ILAS Anti-Slavery Task Forces and the Nidian forces in Octina had benefited from her leadership. On from that she had been offered the position of vice-commander of the Federal Military which she declined, insisting she was a better field commander then a pencil pusher, not that the claim could be disputed. Now Furness commanded almost 1.25 million men, a combination of the battle hardened forces withdrawn from Tyrrhenia earlier that year and the fresher Army Group South Tarquinia. A force which now mobilised for an invasion.

From the bunker underneath the airfield, Furness and her chief officers stood around a giant map table that was alive with blue arrows representing Nidian aircraft. In the first few minutes of the go word being given, already hundreds of aircraft filled the skies, circling as they formed up into their attack groups before little arrows blinked towards the Tarsan border. Furness couldn't help but chuckle at how war, for generals at least had been reduced to what could resemble the latest video game. Drawing a slim finger over the edge of the table, the touch sensitive screen scrolled with her finger until the border and southern Tarsas was its focus. "Tell me Major..." Her voice soft and seemingly full of warmth, the slight hint of a Fellenstad accent made the onlookers jolt up, trying to figure out which Major she was talking to. "Tell me Major Blackmore, what are the key targets for this air offensive?" Obviously Furness knew the targets, she was obviously testing her aide, the young and exuberant Major Nathaniel Blackmore.

Taken aback by the sudden question, the young man recovered quickly to answer confidently in his colonial drawl. "The key targets for Operation Blacksmith as directed in Operational Order #45, section 33-F are key elements of the Tarsan infrastructure or any building that can facilitate the supply, transport or arm members of the Tarsan Imperial Armed Forces. As such this means our bomber forces will be targeting ports, airports, railways, highways, power stations, food depots, fuel depots, water filtration plants and other such targets on top of, of course standard military targets." He looked confident and rightly so for his answer had been completely correct, Furness just offered a pleased nod and turned her attention back to the map table. Watching her forces grow ever closer to the initial point of contact.

Hammerhead 1-1 - Approaching Tarsan Border
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"All Hammerhead call signs listen up, we are approaching the change over between Ostehoek and Tarsan airspace. You know your mission, you know the price of failure, we are the vanguard, let us not fail our republic. All Hammerhead elements, break and lock in your targets!" The very first wave of aircraft, one hundred SF-20 Hammers, loaded for bear with eight Aequetian designed Mangler anti-radiation missiles each stretched a considerable amount of the border, communications relayed by the dutiful AWACS crews following behind them amongst the main body of the next wave. Hammerheads job was to take out any initial anti-air defences along the border, the radiation seeking missiles optimised for that task.

"Stand off range of on-hundred and fifty kilometres reached, Hammerhead you have free fire authority on SEAD operations. Light up that border, they won’t be expecting it." The monotone voice of the air battle commander, relayed on from the rear lines by the series of AWACS broadcast through the headsets of the two hundred pilots. By firing from within Ostehoek airspace they hoped to retain some element of surprise. The Tarsan government may have seen the large massing of Nidian troops recently but who would off though the state, located on the other side of Tarquinia would launch an invasion in conjunction with their Leistungi allies.

Missile locks didn't take long, the so called prepared border was about to be hit by one hell of a fire storm as a white plumes of smoke billowed from underneath the wings of the fighters as missiles rapidly accelerated to mach 3.5, hurtling towards their targets.


((OOC: Yay for first post in an age, oh and done with the permission of Os etc ))
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Postby Jiani » Sun Nov 07, 2010 12:01 pm

Midday, Outside Kazhni
The Islamic Republic of Pashmanistan


"Alright..."

Ihram looked carefully down his new weapon, sighting the armoured car cresting the brow of a dune. Next to him, the platoon's new instructor put his binoculars down and hefted his weapon from the coarse sand behind the low wall. It was textbook, he'd said. A sympathetic village on the outskirts of a major strategic location, the city, a group of lightly armed freedom-fighters arrayed in the houses and behind the various bits of cover like barrels and walls that littered the space between the squat dwellings. At the briefing the commander had reiterated that the three team would all receive the very best instruction in the particular method of fighting they were being trained in. Ihram's team had the unenviable task of the close quarters part.

The leader, whose name Ihram had forgotten, creased his brow slightly then spoke again to the militants clustered on either side of the road. The cars were still over a mile away.

"Alright lads, listen up. This is going to be a simple enough operation." For some reason, the heavy Jianese accent went right through Ihram. "Like I said, the lads stationed up on the buildings over there will fire first and force them to stop. Once they've done that the guys up the road will pop out and take some closer, accurate shots while the enemy are trying to shoot back at the building boys then when the other guys have taken their shots we're going in to finish 'em off. Usually, the building boys wouldn't be needed and all it would take is the lads up the road to pin 'em, but as there ain't any good solid cover where y' can still see them from close by we 'ave to get some boys further off to keep 'em covered. Yeah?"

The group nodded. It did indeed sound simple enough to Ihram.

The leader smiled a tight, joyless smile. "Inshalla their false god will fail them again and it will be a swift, bloodless attack on our part and their total annihilation on theirs. The corrupt apostate Arvandis will pay for their heresy and learn not underestimate the power of liberty. Allahu Akbar!"

"Allahu Akbar." The group whispered to each other in response, nodding with expressions of determination and solidarity.

"Let's bring real Islamic order back to our lives and our country, brothers!"

There were further nods and mutters of assent from the group, but Ihram only had to exchange a worried glance with his friend Dahoum lying next to him to realise the others felt as apprehensive as he did about the radical bent of their instructors. But now was not the time to argue, freedom must be won.

The commander waved his arm in the air for no more than half a second from the top of a building opposite them. The team leader ducked back down, waving everyone on the other side of the road to do the same. Ihram clutched his gun.

"Carefully..."

Suddenly, the sound of engines burred across the seemingly deserted village. Closer, ever closer.

Then an order came from behind them, and the sound of gunfire drowned the pathetic vibrations of the engine immediately. More chattering joined it, there was another shout, and it began.
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Postby Nanwe » Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:57 am

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To: [Open]
From: Government of the Federal Republic of Nanwe
Subj. Re: Tarsan/Kagetorian/Arvand Aggression in Pashmanistan

The latest and most recent events occurring in Pashmanistan, a legitimated nation, have shocked the government and the people of the Federal Republic, therefore and in order to assure the continuity of the rightful government and the national identity of the Pashmani people, Nanwe must declare war on all breakers of the current order and stability in East Tarquinia, namely Arvand, Kagetora and Tarsas; however our government always seeks for a more peaceful solution for this conflict –and others-, in which, of course, the national sovereignty and integrity of Pashmanistan must be assured.

We especially ask Kagetora and Tarsas to retire their troops from this conflict, as this is a minor war in which, to evade the risk of major war, bigger powers shouldn’t get involved in this more local affairs, and in the case that both involved parties sign a truce with Pashmanistan, Nanwe will be most glad to sign a truce and a peace offer with all involved parties.

Pur al Gloria da patria,

Edil da Defensa Nazional

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Council of Five meeting, Palace of Maconio, Friga
13th, Brumaire, Year CCXIII /3rd November, 2010

The room was illuminated thanks to the powerful lights coming from the diverse electronic devices in the big conference room, not only the laptops of the five members of the Council, but also from several computers, electronic maps and all kinds of screens showing different images, maps and satellite’s taken images from Pasmanistan. These devices illuminated the faces of those high-ranking members of both the military and the civilian government, they were the Aedil of Foreign and External Territories’ Affairs, Carlo Siliano; the Aedil of National Defence, Marco Arusino; the Nanwian Army’s Chief of Land Administration, Calzedo Rimio; the Nanwian Navy’s Chief of Naval Administration, Alpio Castelo; the Nanwian Air Force’s Chief of Air Administration, Silvia Pulla; the three most important members of the military.
‘Well, the problem is that it will be really complicated to move our troops to Pashmanistan, as it is a landlocked and precisely our armed forces aren’t the best way to move our heavy vehicles or neither a large quantity of land troops’

‘So? We could always ask the Ruccolians for military access and launch our land offensive on Arvand, however; well, what do you think Carlo about this matter?’ asked Marco Arusino to his colleague and fellow friend the Aedil Carlo Siliano.

‘Although we can ask them, I don’t they would accept, after all they would betray their policy of neutrality, and still, without a safe place where to establish a permanent headquarters without being surrounded by enemies, how could it assure the logistics for the military intervention?’

‘Good point, although I personally propose a radically different plan, which might cost us more lives including civilians of both Kagetora and Tarsas, in Otcina mobilize the reserves, the Tarsas’ colony, while in Tarquinia, we must use our powerful navy to bomb the main cities of both Kagetora and Tarsas’ said the Chief of the Land Administration.

‘What?!’ exclaimed both aedils.

Meo Deo, that would destroy the Nanwian international reputation as a peaceful nation and also, we’re trying to stop the war not provoke another Five Years’ War’

‘We shall keep that as our very last and most desperate option, although the invasion of the Tarsan colony of Otcina is a rather good idea, which would most likely force him to sign a peace agreement, also we mist star a blockade against both nations’

‘Well, then I think that if there aren’t any more objections to this plan, we can start the opera...’
Suddenly Marco Arusino was stopped by a the voice of the Silvia Pulla, who spoke, something unusual for a woman who usually just listened and voted the decisions of the Council ‘No, I believe that we must land and bomb Tarsas, their aggressive and totalitarian regime must not be tolerated, what kind of nation has an absolute monarchy nowadays, even the Santherese with their oligarchic system have a democracy, despite it is controlled by noblemen, so Ill vote forwards to land on Tarsas, after all as mentioned before we have the support of the Nidian military’

‘Alright, then due to this division, I call a vote, those who support a landing in Tarsas, please raise your hand’ said Arusino, and then the arms of the three military leaders rose, ending the possibility of a change in plans.

‘Well, obviously we have decided, a vote of who’s against would be a loss of our precious time, then we must proceed activating the reserves of the Naval Infantry and it must be sent to start landing operations in Tarsas coasts, now I consider this 252th meeting of the Council of Five closed, we shall inform the Consul of our decission’

Somewhere on the Tarquinian Sea,
13th, Brumaire, Year CCXIII / 3rd November, 2010


The NMN Giorgio Santtorio, one of the largest aircraft carriers of the Nanwian Navy, the grey color of the vessel contrasted with the bright blue of the waters of the southern portion of the Tarquinian Sea, full of sharks and exotic fishes of different colors, behind the vessel and both to its left and its right, the powerful motors of the vessels created tides of water, which metaphorically, fought against the peaceful nature of the sea.

As the hours passed, the Captain Luzio Feniçio was getting more and more nervous, before not just his vessels, but also the entire first naval action force, always based in Marano, however for the first time in a long time, the Nanwian Navy had reasons to depart their bases and start the first military operation in almost 40 years, however the confirmation of the Central Marine Command hadn’t arrived to none of the different vessels of the First Naval Action Group.

Finally the confirmation arrived, and so, as the wind appeared and moved the hair on his head, along with the flags and clothes of the sailors and officials, the vessels, leading the entire Naval Action Group moved forwards looking to blockade the Tarsan city of Marvius, the enemy nation’s main financial center.
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Postby Van Luxemburg » Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:05 pm

Schëndel, Esch-sur-Alzette, Van Luxemburg
October 27, 2010


Haaptwuechtmeeschter Pierre Aspelt sighed as he took his 9mm pistol from his locker, and tucked it into the holster on his belt. He then took his cap, only to trap it under his arm, before checking all of the equipment that had been secured to his belt. As he established that it was all there, he put on his cap, and walked out of the locker room. The police station in Schëndels, a neighborhood of Esch-sur-Alzette with a lot of immigrants, was buzzing with activity as the police officers present would soon relieve their colleagues on the street for the night shift. It would be an uneventful night, as far as Aspelt was concerned; he and his colleague did of course follow the news and had heard of the Arvandi invasion of Pashmanistan, but his experience was that the contact between the Pashmani and Arvandi immigrants in Schëndels had always been relatively good. Sure, there were some problems at time, mainly concerning the youth, but that was nothing a bit of strong police intervention could not fix.

‘Moien Haapwuechtmeeschter!’ A young, female Wuechtmeeschter made an informal salute to her superior, as she joined him while walking towards the cars parked in the courtyard of the office. Salutes in the Kommunalpolizei weren’t as common as they used to be, at least not internally. This custom was considered far less important than their colleagues in the Autobahnpolizei considered it to be, who received marching trainings, even.
‘Moien, Wuechtmeeschter.’ He mumbled, as he looked for the keys of his particular vehicle. He knew its callsign and thus the vehicle would be easy to find, however he would still have to open it. As he found the stiletto key in one of his trouser pockets, he immediately unlocked the vehicle, which turned out to be a Monteluci Duca estate car parked in a line of similar vehicles. It was a marked car, in the recogniseable blue-white colours of the Kommunalpolizei, and it had received the callsign 02-118, which was clearly displayed on the vehicle’s bonnet.

‘Karin, your turn to drive.’ He said, as he threw the car keys over the bonnet to the female police sergeant. Karin Lëntgen was his usual colleague, a 29-year old woman that had been promoted to sergeant just a few years ago. Together, they did the general pre-patrol checks, making sure every part of their gear was stocked and correctly working. When Aspelt briefly checked the workings of the Heckler & Koch submachine gun that was issued to his particular unit, he shivered, as the temperature outside was falling quickly at night this time of year. As he eventually came to the conclusion he was all set to go, he and his colleague drove off the courtyard and mixed into regular traffic, starting their patrol.

When their vehicle turned into one of the more dodgy areas or Schëndels some hour later, Aspelt had already noticed there was something in the air tonight. More than normal, people had been looking at his vehicle in distrust, and he had seen groups of youth walking around that seemed hyped up for some reason. As he thought this over, three short beeps from the vehicle’s encrypted radio set caused him to reach for his transceiver.

’02-118, mellt.’

’02-118, hier HB, there’s been some reports of unrest on the Neimaart. You’re currently the closest to this location, could you investigate?’ The controlled male voice no doubt read these reports from a screen, but his instructions were crisp and clear.

‘HB, hier 02-118, fuert. Noot?’ Aspelt said, as he waited to push the buttons for the optical and sound signals on the vehicle.

‘Jo, Noot mat Prio 1’ As the answer came through, Aspelt immediately pushed the two buttons, as the blue LED lights engaged and the two-tone siren engaged. His colleague had also listened to the radio traffic, and had meanwhile already increased her speed, and now regularly used the vehicle’s horn, which had been connected to an upspeed version of the official siren, in order to persuade other drivers to pull aside and grant the right of way to the police vehicle. The 3.2-litre V6 diesel was clearly audible as it was pushed to the limits, the whine of both turbos being a trademark of these engines when nearing the rev limiter. Meanwhile, both officers were mostly silent, as they concentrated on driving and giving instructions; in Van Luxemburger police service it was usual that both officers occupied themselves with the traffic in case of an emergency run, in order to reduce the risk of accidents. After all, two pairs of eyes see more than one.

The Neimaart was a relatively large square in the center of Schëndels. A large lawn with a pond and several trees served as the centerpiece of the square, with some benches lining the sides. On these benches, both Pashmani and Arvandi immigrants, primarily youth, often sat, which had already caused some minor trouble for the local population, especially those that weren’t part of either ethnic group. As Aspelt and Lëntgen came around the corner, the essence of the problem became clear; Two growing groups of Pashmani and Arvandi immigrants opposed eachother, each standing on an opposite side of the small park, Pashmanis on the eastern side, the Arvandis on the western side. Aspelt immediately realized that he and his colleague couldn’t do much against a group of what he estimated to be at least 100 immigrants per side. It would not be long before the groups would cross the lawn, as they seemed to be shouting at eachother already. If he intervened now, the two groups could easily turn against the sole police unit at the scene, and thus he decided to use one of the tools he had never used before. Pushing the panic button on the Monteluci dashboard, he was immediately put through to a crisis team at the local police headquarters.

‘02-118. Ethnic disturbances on the Neimaart in Schëndels, requesting backup. Keep riot police standby’

’02-118, hier Kriseteam Esch. Maintain your current location, we are rerouting more units to your location immediately. Only defend yourself until backup has arrived.’ The voice was a female one, coming from a woman who had probably received extensive training in these kinds of matters.

‘Jo, 02-118.’ Pierre said as he opened the door of the patrol car. The siren he had shut down on arrival, but the LEDs still bathed the area in a blue light.
‘I’m going to get the submachine gun. They’re probably too busy to get to us anyways.’

Lëntgen nodded, as she unholstered her Fiorentini P250 9mm pistol. She thought to keep it ready at this point, should she be required to cover Aspelt, who had now opened the boot to get the Heckler & Koch MP5. He returned within several seconds, the machine pistol crossed over his chest, his finger positioned around the trigger. In the background, the sound of sirens came closer, indicating the first reinforcement vehicle would not take long. Within several minutes, two more Montelucis of the Kommunalpolizei appeared, while an unmarked VLT L6 appeared from another part of the square and quickly joined the other vehicles. A quick round revealed that Aspelt was the most senior officer, thus leaving him in command.

‘Alright, we should go and try to disperse them. Could you hand me the vehicle microphone, please?’ He asked, waiting for an agent to hand him the item he asked for.

‘Attention, this is the Kommunalpolizei speaking! You are kindly requested to disperse and return home.’ He shouted through the vehicle transceiver, which put the sound through to the speakers mounted on the vehicle, making it clearly audible for those on the square.

Several minutes later, the agents already found it necessary to fire a warning shot as the groups came ever closer, largely ignoring the building police presence around the square. This however had little effect, as the two groups displayed more aggressiveness towards their adversaries on the other side of the square.

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UNREST IN SCHËNDEL – DEVELOPING
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ESCH-s-ALZETTE – Unrest between Pashmani and Arvandi immigrants in the neighborhood of Schëndel, in Esch-sur-Alzette has prompted the intervention of police units Monday night. The unrest between citizens of both ethnic groups was most likely sparked by the current war in Pashmanistan, involving both nations.

UPDATE 19:32: Warning shots fired; heavily-armed police continues to arrive.
UPDATE 20:11: Small skirmishes between Pashmanis and Arvandis and the police. Three arrests made so far.
UPDATE 20:15: Riot police arrives, police fire three warning shots in rapid succession. Fireworks are used by the crowd.
UPDATE 20:31: Police begins to lock down the square completely, riot units seem to be preparing for deployment. Several loud bangs are heard.
UPDATE 20:45: Riot police begins deployment, first charge failed; two ambulances have arrived.
UPDATE 20:57: Second charge has succeeded in driving a wedge between the two groups. Water cannons were used to disperse the crowd. Our reporter on the scene has estimated fifteen wounded and thirty-seven arrests; riot police calls for protestors to leave and warns for a forced evacuation of the square, if necessary.
UPDATE 21:35: First protestors are leaving the scene; Arvandi and Pashmani bystanders blame this on rumours that riot police from the Autobahnpolizei and Marechaussee is underway.
UPDATE 22:10: Marechaussee arrives with armoured vehicles; warns the crowds again for forced evacuation of the square and arrests if the square is not empty by 22:30.
UPDATE 22:35: Marechaussee begins a clean sweep of the square to remove the remaining protestors; around two hundred at this point. Extensive use of water, truncheons and less-lethal weaponry is reported by bystanders.
UPDATE 22:45: MP Paul Eischen (DCP): ‘This is unacceptable. I will be proposing action against these immigrant groups in the ZZ tomorrow’
UPDATE 23:01: The Marechaussee has completed their action. Only police remains on the square at this point; some say sixty-seven have been wounded and one hundred and thirty have been arrested. Police estimates the total amount of protestors to be well over 700.
UPDATE 8:15: Order seems to be restored in Schëndel. Armoured cars, riot police and armed Marechaussees still patrol the streets.
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Postby Kagetora » Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:42 pm

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To: Federal Republic of Nanwe; Open
From: Glorious Shogunate of Kagetora
Subject: Declaration of War
Encryption: Nil

You claim to defend sovereignty, yet the sovereignty of Arvand is ignored. You claim to defend national identity, when you ignore the legitimacy of the Arvandi government. You claim to defend the peaceful, when it was the Pashmani who instigated conflict in a rebellion but four years ago. "Pashmanistan" is not a legitimate government, and it is offensive to both Arvand and your own government. Arvand, along with Kagetora and Tarsas, are merely restoring the rightful order to the rebellious region.

The legitimacy of a breakaway state is nonexistent. If separatist groups in Nanwe were to claim sovereignty, you would not recognize them as a legitimate state. If Soronu were to lead a rebellion in your own country, they would be crushed as the rebels they are, and yet here you make exception. The sovereignty of states is not something which should have double standards, and this is the worst hypocrisy and a national government can adhere to.

However, our conflict is not with you. Our conflict is with rebels and terrorists, revolters and insurgents. You are not any of these. We beg you to rethink your position, lest you force us to draw our sword.

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To: Federal Republic of Nidia; Federal Republic of Leistung; Open
From: Glorious Shogunate of Kagetora
Subject: Tarsan Aggressions
Encryption: Nil

Your attacks on the Grand Empire of Tarsas are unacceptable. However, the Shogunate is willing to allow one more opportunity to avoid an escalation of war. The Kenpeitai-Kaigun will be deploying several fleets along the east coast of Tarsas. They will not fire upon you. However, further attacks on Tarsan soil or on Kagetorian naval vessels will be considered a declaration of war. A state of war shall also exist between our countries in the event that Nidian or Leistungi ships trespass along the protective ring created by the Kagetorian Kenpeitai-Kaigun.

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Private Susumu was rattled by the machine gun fire coming from ahead of him as a building's windows and roof started flashing as bullets started looking for their targets in the Kagetorian column. Ducking down inside the hatch of his IFV, he yelled back at the men, "Get up you guys! We're under attack! Someone lay down some fire on that building!"

It didn't take much time for the cannon mounted on top of the IFV to fire and blow a significant hole in the second floor of the building, knocking several people from the top of the building.

Automatic fire started raining down from both sides of the column, scything down Kagetorian soldiers and their Arvandi counterparts. Luckily, the lack of anti-tank fire allowed the men to safely hide on the inside of their transports and fire from the firepoints along both sides of the vehicles.
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Postby Tarsas » Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:49 pm

White Palace
3rd November, 2010
10:00 am

Despite the turmoil going on around the area, Tarisan was peaceful. A cool breeze was blowing today. It was in the middle of the dry season. It wouldn't be cold long, but the time it was cold provided some relief from the heat. The White Palace was tightly locked down with an entire anti aircraft regiment was stationed throughout the area. Word had come from the border of a Nidian assault from the south. Tarisan had been locked down tight with the full Universal Missile Defense Grid active. Mk 96 point defense launchers were scanning the air ready to intercept anything that came for the city. Under normal circumstances, they would simply keep fighting but with a Leistungi and Nanwean blockade occurring, there would be no way that the navy could come into play. That would be the main strength of the empire. An emergency war council had been called.

The council room was well lit with expensive lighting. Shutters were down over the bullet proof glass to keep the meeting private. The long, oaken table held all the major advisors, ministers, and royalty. At the head sat emperor Alexis in jeans and a t-shirt. He had frowned upon the usual council garb from the first one he attended. The Minister of Technology was speaking. "If we allow these sand niggers to capture our equipment, the upgrade package will have to be applied even faster and more extensively than ever before."

The emperor interrupted. "Would you rather sacrifice a few jets we can simply upgrade or have our country laid to waste over a bunch of sand niggers?"

The Minister sat down. "Well. No."

The emperor turned. "Good. Now suggestions for covering this up. Obviously, it was decided here we would mobilize. Salisburg was the main one that advocated it to me privately though. I told him he would take the fall if we failed. I ordered the Inquisition to take him into custody. He'll be landing soon."

The minister of Justice began to speak. "My lord, I propose we put Mr. Salisburg under trail with a military tribunal. The members will consist of generals and military personnel. These men will be carefully instructed by the Inquisition on how they are to try him with several members of the Inquisition on the tribunal as well. He will be dishonorably discharged from the military and exiled to Alexan. He will be allowed to keep his property after paying a 500,000 harkan fine and will be required to spend the rest of his life in three mansions where he can be watched for the rest of his days."

The emperor smiled. "I like the idea. See that it gets done. Salisburg will take the fall. What shall he be charged with?"

The minister continued. "One count of surrendering a Type 3 Expeditionary Force, not taking enough preventive action to stop the surrender of an army, the loss of millions of harkans worth of equipment, and the loss of to many men. We can commend him for his destruction of the Pashmani prime minister and quote that as a redeeming action."

Alexis smiled. "Good. You have my permission to oversee and carry out your plan. Minister Albert will send out an official communique of the surrender of the forces in Pashmanistan. You are dismissed." The men walked out of the room to do their jobs. Alexis stayed sitting until everyone left the room and picked up his phone.

"Rhodes."

Alexis turned up the volume on the phone. "Mr. Rhodes, I'm sure you listened to the discussion."

"Yes your majesty. What are your orders?"

"Arrest Salisburg and hold him for his trial. We'll get rid of him yet."

"Yes, your majesty."

Alexis IV International Airport
3rd November, 2010
3:65 pm

The airport was bustling as usual. Its 16 long runways were being used to launch aircraft after aircraft. Despite the blockade, air traffic hadn't lagged to much. One runway was closed off for a large civilian airliner that would carry Salisburg home. Ten minutes later, the airliner landed quickly taxing to the end of the runway. As the escalator was rolled up to the aircraft, two armed men stepped forward. Salisburg's feet his the soil of Tarsas. "Greetings gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

One man stepped forward. "General Salisburg, you are to come with us." He pulled out his badge. "Inquisition."

Salisburg's eyes got wide. "What is the meaning of this?!?!?" The men grabbed both of his arms and pulled him into a nearby car. The door was shut and the motorcade departed. One car remained behind with the man who had announced his arrest.

He turned to an airport worker. "Impound the plane. Nobody goes on or off. All staff aboard will be temporarily detained pending investigation of the crimes committed in Pashmanistan." He gestured to seven nearby men who went aboard the plane escorting the staff out at gunpoint. They were ushered into a nearby dark grey van and the door was quickly closed. All the inquisitors loaded into the cars and everyone departed. The airport staff towed the plane off to impound hangar.

The Empire of Tarsas


TO: [Open Communique]
FROM: The Empire of Tarsas
Subject: Surrender in Pashmanistan

The Empire of Tarsas must announce its official capulation in Pashmanistan. If the Prisoners of War are returned to Tarsas safely and unmolested, all equipment will be surrendered to Pashmanistan. We request that all blockades and invasions be ceased since their objective would have been achieved. All forces will lay down their arms in Pashmanistan.

signed
Albert Marlow
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Postby Jiani » Fri Nov 19, 2010 4:02 pm

Two men from the position further up the road were cut down in a withering hail of fire. So much for a bloodless strike.

Ihram grappled with his AK, struggling to aim, duck and run at the same time. In front of him bullets rained down from the side of an armoured personnel carrier. Behind him smoke rose from the building where his comrades had once stood, though some bursts still added their chattering strains to the cacophony. To his sides, his countrymen charged. Some fell to their knees in ever more creatively disgusting manners, some grimly carried out their duty without so much as a war cry.

This hadn't been the smooth breakwater between training and real battle they'd hoped for. Ihram fired a burst into the great armoured hulk in front of him, having finally brought his AK round to bear in what was mere seconds but felt like many long, painful years.

It dawned on him this hadn't been at all well planned. Perhaps the strange, wiry Kyrians weren't used to such a heavily armoured quarry? But this was no time to think about that. He slammed into the side of the APC, between fire points, and turned slightly to see remainder of his unit, still largely in tact, hit the hulk around him. The Kyrian had already reached the machine.

"On to the top! Hack this beast open! SIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

And hell broke loose once again.

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Postby Tarsas » Tue Nov 23, 2010 1:15 pm

High Command Building
7:23 pm

The assembly of the military tribunal had been a rushed affair. The chosen members had been called to the High Command building to conference room B which was hastily modified to a court room. By 7:00, everyone was assembled and the Inquisition brought the prisoner in from a nearby Maximum Security Holding Facility. The motorcade of black VLT cars pulled up outside. Black suited agents exited first followed by the prisoner escorting him inside. He was brought into the room and sat in a chair. The agents exited standing near the door outside as it closed.

A tall man stood, medals jingling. General Mark Lansing would preside over the trial. "General David Salisburg, you have been charged with one count of not taking enough preventive action to prevent the surrender of a Type 3 Force, the loss of millions of Harkans worth or equipment, and the surrender of the largest Tarsan army since the five years war. While the last technically is a charge, it goes on your record. Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"

Salisburg stood. "Yes sir. I do. I tried my best in Pashmanistan. For me to be blamed for such a surrender is simply not acceptable. I demand more justice than I am getting."

"You do not get the option to demand anything. The tribunal has been given full authority to prove your innocence or guilt. The testimonies of several soldiers given to us has given us all the information we need to know. They stated that they were barely deployed at all. Barely any Pashmani was killed for the soldiers we had to surrender."

Salisburg looked indignant. "That was not conducive to my strategy."

"Do not tell me about strategy. I am a general in the army. This tribunal has voted and decided your sentence. You will be dishonorably discharged from the army and exiled to Alexan, where you shall spend your life in three sanctioned locations. Report to Marvius three days from now to board the ship that will take you there. You will close all connections and pack your belongings. I declare this tribunal dismissed." Everyone got up and began leaving and Salisburg was officially released to return home and get his life together.
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Postby Nanwe » Sun Nov 28, 2010 11:12 am

Press Conference, Camera dè Rotative, Consular Residence
26 Brumaire, Year CCXIV/ 16th November, 2010


It was already Brumario, a cold month indeed, however the heating system of the Consular Residence, despite it had been installed in the early 2nd century after the founding of the republic , but there they were, once again since the start of the Second Pashmani War, expecting and waiting for another press communiqué of the Consul Anya Surini, around her, there were dozens of journalists expecting her, and along with them several cameras of different TV channels, the Magister of Nanwe had already told the press the day before that the Consul expected to do a conference about what would be Nanwe’s stance in the war after the official surrender of Tarsas.

Finally the noise of the room disappeared as the Consul entered the room directly towards the big pulpit in the room, which had been used since the second Consul onwards and a tradition inherited from the highly religious Kingdom of Nanwe which had existed long before the Revolution of the Year 0.

Finally she started talking “Bona al jornata today I must announce several things, as you all already know, Tarsas has surrendered before any open hostility between our countries had started, however both Kagetora and Arvand are still attacking the sovereign nation of Pashmanistan, however we believe that we have showed these breakers of the regional stability that we are determined to fulfill our vows and assure the Pashmani right to self-determination, however as we have mentioned several times before, we are still seeking to sign a peace with all parts involved in the contrary side that of our nation, however we will continue with our naval blockade of Kagetora, and we have other plans, although for matters of national security I can’t tell you”

When the speech ended, the Magister of Nanwe, announced that it was the start of the round of questions, but that due to the tight schedule of the Consul only around 5 members of the press’s questions could be answered by the Consul, as he said this, the entire room full of journalists and members of the TV channels rose up from their seats and chairs or either moved quickly to the position to where the Consul was heading after having went down from the pulpit finally there was a mass of people wearing journalist licenses on their clothes and all kinds of microphones, tape recorders and paper surrounding the Consul who choose a women to ask the first question.
“Consul, is it true that you have proposed to the National Assembly the postpone of the upcoming consular elections until Pluvioso or a month after the war has been finished?”

“Yes it is true, although however it hasn’t been voted yet, however I can assure that I’ll resign and choose a caretaker of the government before the 10th of Pluvioso or the end of the Christian year of December 31st, so you must not be worried that I might become a dictator”

Then another journalist asked “Consul, are you afraid that for the first time in almost 80 years, the Free Liberal Party might lose both the upcoming parliamentary elections and the consular elections of Pluvioso?”

“No I’m not concerned, it is the people of Nanwe who decide who they want their leaders to be, and of course that the Free Liberal Party has been very proud of its historic results, however we will let the situation change of necessary”

The flashes of the cameras starting shot when the last and most scandalous question was asked by one of the several journalists in the hall of conferences “Isn’t it of hypocrites to defend the national sovereignty of the Pashmani when the Nanwian government has several times crushed any kind of uprising, revolt, or ethnic independence claims?”

This question had an enormous media’s echo on the following days especially due to the answer of the Consul, who distanced herself of the main line FLP’s party stance about regionalism and nationalisms by answering to that question on a more than surprising way “Sorunuans, Outlanders, Shiseungi, Tilicians and the other ethnic or racial minorities within Nanwe are completely different from the situation of Arvand and Pashmanistan as here in Nanwe as we live under a democratic system where people have the right to self-determination if they are capable of changing the Constitution to allow these processes, and if achieved they should still have the support of the majority of the population in a referendum when participation, as mandated by the Constitution, should be over the 75% of participation or considered void; and since these territories are largely controlled by non-separatist parties and government means that these people don’t want independence or otherwise they’d vote to choose a different leaders for their respective territories”

In the following days a huge echo went through the tabloids and journals all over the nation and its territories, especially by the nationalistic tabloids which denounced those declarations as a sign of the fascist and totalitarian behavior of the Nanwian government towards all kinds of auto determination exercises.

*****


Kagetorian beach landing,
29 Brumaire, Year CCXIV/ 19th November, 2010


The 3rd Diviçión d’Asalto Anfibia was one of the oldest remaining divisions of the Nanwian Naval Infantry, it had been founded during the Kingdom and luckily had survived despite the large number of conflicts in which it had fought over the centuries. The Sargento da prima clasia Galba was inside one of the 53,420 Incubus AAV that the Naval Infantry had and used in their wartime landing, he as most regular soldiers had never been in a war and all landing he had ever done were mere simulations and training exercises, very common in an army which rarely ever saw a war and had not been into a war since the 1970s but that, however, kept modernizing its equipments; the amphibious vehicle floated on the sea and was moving towards the landing objective, they weren’t the only ones, the ships on the sea which belonged to the Naval Infantry were launching thousands of AAVs and even some of the “real vehicles” like the Stridsvoar T5, the standard main battle tank of the Naval Infantry were being landed on the beach and the first ones had already started firing on the few enemy troops which were on the beach, however their superiors knew very well that, unless the Kagetorians were stupid –and they weren’t- a large number of reinforcements would arrive very quickly, they would have had captured the beach in the next 5 hours or otherwise, the operation would have been a complete disaster, the Nanwian citizens would never accept the loss of its citizens on a conflict if victory couldn’t be assured from the very beginning.

Finally the AAV reached the beach, then the door opened and his squad and him quickly run to somewhere safe behind a rock, much like rest of infantry men already on the beach, some people had died, thankfully none of his squad had died, but the bodies of both Nanwian and Kagetorian soldier were lying in the sand of the beach, turning the once yellow color of the sand into some kind of orange-like color which when near the sea, made it red as the blood from the bodies and the grey color of the beach defences destroyed the natural harmony of the beach.

Both the ships of the Nanwian Navy and the tanks already on the beach fired against enemy positions, as always done they’d wait until they stopped to leave and then attack and once won prepare all fortifications to prepare the resistance against the upcoming Kagetorian counterattack.

“Prepare to attack, located two enemy soldiers 20 degrees northeast! Marco, Luzio cover us! And then we advance to take their control tower”

“Sir!”

Then the entire squad moved forward to reach their objective, the best two shooters covered the other shooting at the few enemies they faced while the rest advanced quickly towards the only stable structure in the beach, a small watch tower for military purposes which probably would have a telecommunications place where to contact with the high command in the ships.

When they were in front of the door and the Edicott 24 of both Marco and Luzio had stopped firing since there weren’t any more people around, the sergeant opened the door with a kick, which would break and fall to the ground.

With an expression of self-sufficiency on his face he smiled and said “Well, this wasn’t half as bad as I expected”

Then eth squad went upstairs and found an empty building but with a telephone with which they dialed the high command on the vessels.
“Sir, yes sir, operation successfully finished, start fortification immediately”

*****


{{OOC: I was inspired today :D}}
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Postby Van Luxemburg » Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:27 am

Zweete Zëmmer, Van Luxemburg

The debate had been going on for days, and parts of it were broadcasted live on Public TV; the political discussion after the end of the unrest in the neighborhood of Schëndels was perhaps one of the most heated in more than one and a half century of Van Luxemburger democracy. The Regional Gemengwuelsprogramm, a government party, had introduced the proposal for a new law, which had been dubbed the Social Quota Law, which encompassed the idea of introducing a quota for all public housing corporations in Van Luxemburg. These quotas would limit the amount of immigrants allowed to live in public housing in a neighborhood, and if these quotas are exceeded public housing corporations would be allowed to move families to other neighborhoods that had not yet met the quota. Several measures had been introduced to underline the positive discrimination that this system would create, instead of the negative effects. Those affected by the law would have to move house if necessary, but any increase in rent would be covered by the government. However, a storm of protest from immigrant and Van Luxemburgers alike had made this a tough nut to crack, rergardless of these measures, but after a week of almost non-stop debating, the voting date was closing in. Having just had a lecture on the potential results of this new law by a professor of the University of Luxembourg, Hirtz continued to end the debating session with a final speech and subsequent discussion.

‘His Excellency, Premier Hirtz, LDG, on the subject of the Social Quota Law. Mister Hirtz, the floor is yours.’

‘Thank you, Your Excellency, Count von Neunhausen. As has been debated for several days now, Van Luxemburg has had problems with Arvandi and Pashmani immigrants over the last several years, culminating in the unrest of several weeks ago. This brings up a very sensitive point in our society; the Van Luxemburger society, generally a tolerant one to foreign cultures and welcoming to new immigrants, has problems controlling the amount of immigrant groups in several neighborhoods in the country. People in these neighborhoods have problems integrating in our society, and therefore are left out, leaving them vulnerable to criminality and social problems, and this has proven to create other problems such as tax evasion and widespread unemployment.
We cannot continue to let this exist in our society, not only because of the problems in these neighborhoods, but also because the feeling of security that has continued to decrease in major cities such Esch-sur-Alzette and Levallois. The proposed Social Quota Law, in which our public housing corporations are provided with quotas that only allow a certain percentage of immigrants in public housing in every neighborhood in the Grand Duchy, is expected to reduce these problems to a minimum, by allowing these minorities the possibility to disperse throughout the nation, creating a more positive working and living environment for them in areas which have little problems. Immigrants will be living among Van Luxemburgers and Van Luxemburgers will be living among immigrants, so to say. The problematic neighborhoods will be refurbished entirely, making them a pleasant living atmosphere for everyone.
While some may argue that this is indeed a grave measure for such a problem, we feel it is necessary to invest in our future, and mainly the future of immigrant groups within Van Luxemburg. Those making use of public housing will be able to move to better neighborhoods, where they can be offered better facilities that are unaffected by the crime and social problems that were encountered in the neighborhoods such as Schëndel in Esch. This will eventually create better opportunities for all involved with this law.’

During Hirtz’s speech, several members of parliament had already come to the front, ready to speak as soon as the prime minister had finished. Among them were a member of the Fräiheetspartéi, an extreme-right wing party with two seats in the ZZ, and the Sozial-Demokratesche Partéi, known for its very positive opinion on multiculturalism, occupying 46 seats out of 300 in the ZZ.

‘Mister Desjardins, FP. ‘ The president of the Zweete Zëmmer spoke, as soon as Hirtz had finished. The member of parliament for the FP was the first to reach the set of microphones meant to discuss with the speaker, and thus was in a position to be the first to speak up after Hirtz.

‘Thank you, Your Excellency. Mister Hirtz, you seem to advocate giving better chances to immigrant groups that have completely overplayed their hand with these demonstrations and already caused widespread damage to our nation as a whole with their behavior, living off welfare and inviting their family from Pashmanistan or Arvand to come here and live off our welfare, sitting on their lazy bums and occasionally going out to nick a car or a TV set, for that extra income, to pay for their drugs, which they of course buy from another immigrant. These proposals of yours are weak, to say the least. The Fräiheetspartéi wants to stand for a much harder line on dealing with immigrants, evicting those groups who cause even the slightest of trouble back to their homeland and barring certain nationalities entry into our beautiful nation. Please, Premier, you are taken in a direction that is much too soft, toughen up. Only then you will be able to control these problems.’ He spoke, in a speech that was almost directly aimed at the Prime Minister. Some rumour in the parliament hall was quickly silenced by a quick reprimand of the Count, who served as the president of the parliament. Hirtz responded immediately after.

‘Mister Desjardin, thank you for your comments. I do not think that we are too soft with this approach. In fact, the contents of this proposal are already rather extreme for Van Luxemburger definitions, and in my opinion, your proposals would fit better in an absolute and authoritarian monarchy. We, as a honourable democracy, can not exceed the limits of good taste and it is not my intention to do so.’

‘Miss Wurfel, SDP.’

‘It was just my intention to bring up the subject of good taste, Mister Hirtz, because you have just exceeded this. What you are doing here is a generalization, a case of discrimination against every immigrant or ethnically different person in this nation. We do not want to go down that road, we should come up with more constructive approaches that allow the integration of people that were not born in this nation originally. I will not even mention the ideas of Mister Desjardin in this context, if our nation would ever come to be ruled by the FP a second 100 Years’ War is not too far off, as is shown by the speech of this party.’

‘Miss Wurfel, We are not generalizing here. We may be discriminating by setting lower quotas for immigrant groups than for native Van Luxemburgers, but we have to face the fact that, statistically speaking, there are more native Van Luxemburgers in total. Nevertheless, I would like to address your concern of integration by stating that this law is in fact a form of positive discrimination; we give immigrants the possibility to live in a better neighborhood, live a better life. We will pay the increase in rent, if necessary. I think that this would clearly be a case of positive discrimination, and I assume that you would not object to positive discrimination’

The debate continued for several hours, but by 20:00 the time had come to start the voting process. As most TV stations broadcasted their evening news shows at this hour, most Van Luxemburgers were able to follow the voting process live.

‘Voting on Proposal #9812, Social Quota Law, has ended-´ Count Kristian von Neunhausen began reading the results from his screen, after all ZZ members had cast their vote electronically.

´For: 156 votes, Against: 144 votes. The Social Quota Law has hereby been passed by the Zweete Zëmmer and will be passed to the Nationalzëmmer for ratification. Thank you for your cooperation.’

The majority of the Zweete Zëmmer were of course parties that were part of the government, but the total amount of seats these parties had amounted to 213, meaning that several government parties had voted against the proposal. The opposition parties had voted against, almost in their entirety, mostly because they found the law to be too strict or discriminating. Only one party, the FP, had voted the proposal down because they found it too soft.
The proposal now had to be passed on to the Nationalzëmmer in order to ratify its contents, and subsequently had to be offered to the Grand Duke for signing. Should either of the two refuse to sign the law, it would have to be returned to the Zweete Zëmmer, in order to be modified once again. However, a survey by a renowned surveying agency in the Grand Duchy had turned out that approximately 54% of the Van Luxemburger population supported the proposal, and if the Nationalzëmmer was indeed the relfection of society it should be, similar voting results to the Zweete Zëmmer were to be expected. As for the Grand Duke, there were no known cases in which the monarch had refused to sign a law in the past 150 years, and thus journalists did not expect that this law would be any different. Many news sources already presupposed that the law would come into effect by January 1st or at least in the year to come.
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Postby De Vliggenplaat » Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:49 pm

Evening of 29 November 2010.
Janneplatz, Friggwereldstad, Rosenhopf Province.
De Vliggenplaat.


"You Arvandi goat! You see what you've done?!"

Pashmani immigration to De Vliggenplaat was a recent phenomenon. While the Pashmanis were not new - their history as an ethnic group stretching back several thousand years - it was only recently that they had won their independence from Arvand and thus had been permitted to immigrate to De Vliggenplaat as Pashmanis. The Pashmanis who had arrived beforehand all bore the identifier of Arvandi Immigrant on their documents. Since the independence of Pashmanistan, there had been an enormous push from both sympathetic Plaatische and the "Pashmani-Arvandi" themselves to have their documents updated.

"What we've done?" An Arvandi roared back.

Small in numbers, the Pashmani immigrant community was small enough and new enough that it had not fully assimilated into Plaatische society. Islam was largely new to De Vliggenplaat. Those most familiar with Islam were security and intelligence officers who were concerned primarily with the potential for radicalization of the immigrant populace, and their opinions were currently invalid. It was most definitely not religious reasons that caused these Arvandi and Pashmani immigrants to clash in the Janneplatz, an idyllically peaceful park with two U-shaped lakes surrounding a raised and lightly wooded piece of land. Humans being what they were, this tranquil spot had been 'improved' with the addition of a public meeting place and a monument commemorating the park's namesake.

Scores of Pashmanis surrounded the dozens of Arvandis who, waving placards and banners, fought a public war of words against Plaatische and Luxemburger public opinion. In their noise and obvious disorder, they generated little sympathy. The Pashmanis carried no banners or placards. Soon the two groups broke apart, the Arvandis with their back to the north-eastern lake and their flanks protected by its stone-lined banks, and the Pashmanis closing the mouth of the U. The aged-green bronze face of Janne Haegel regarded the two groups emotionlessly, and reflected the strobing red and blue of Friggwereldstad's Stadspolizei. Unequipped to deal with such numbers, the Stadspolizei at first contented themselves with establishing an outer cordon and urgently requesting reinforcement. At the forefront of their minds was the violence in Schëndel, and more than a few cursed the Zweete Zëmmer's decision. Not because they disagreed with the initiative personally, but because until then the Pashmanis and the Arvandis had been coexisting more-or-less peacefully. The Stadspolizei were careful to move in groups of four at a minimum, slowly pushing the cordon closer to the Janneplatz's north end.

Discordant shouts and screams pushed city noise and the sound of idling engines out of the Janneplatz. It stood the hairs on the backs of forty green-collared necks on end, as the Stadspolizei tried to contain at least three times their number. Already tense hands tightened around megaphones, the grips of holstered pistols, or the forestocks and pistol grips of submachineguns. To a man the Stadspolizei here had been soldiers, many Infantrymen and some from the military police service, the Army's "Chained Dogs". They knelt behind the cover of their vehicles or behind trees, submachinegun stocks in shoulders or holsters unbuttoned, as their leaders repeatedly ordered the crowd to disperse. The authoritive, staccato sound of Plaatische speech was lost in the roar from the crowd. The stressed "Stapos" shouted to one another, falling back into the battle-rhythm drummed into their skulls from the first week of Infanteer's training: deconflict your arcs, have your ammunition ready, check the man on your left, the man on your right. Weapon up! Make ready!

In their common tongue, the Arvandis and the Pashmanis traded insults. A knife was produced and slashed forward, laying open the coat and belly of a Pashmani. The members of his tribe surged forward as one swinging fists and makeshift weapons. Bludgeoned, the Arvandi fell to have his life stamped from him by four pairs of shoes. Most of the protestors, having no stomach for this fight, recoiled and swarmed towards the Stadspolizei. Unlike in Schëndel, reinforcements did not arrive in time.

"Halt!" Waachtmeister Eitel backed up instinctively and stopped when he saw that his companions had not moved. They held their open left hands towards the crowd, their right hands on their weapons. Eitel stepped forward again, bellowing through his megaphone. "You will halt!" They did not, as the Pashmani tore into the Arvandi's flanks and they fought back. The brawl spilled towards the cordon and Eitel could see the faces of his subordinate commanders glancing at him, imploring him for direction. Eitel demonstrated why he had been deemed a subpar officer in His Majesty's Service; he hesitated. The Arvandi, checked by the threat of forty professionals with automatics, milled in a panicked mass ten meters from the green and tan uniformed cordon. The Pashmani pack closed in on them. "You will disperse!" Eitel repeated. "Disperse! Halt!" His panicked voice elicted no response, and then Unterwaachtmeister Karlson stood and holstered his sidearm.

"Gefreiter Haals!"
"Sir!" Haals didn't take his eyes off the sights of his submachinegun, the muzzle tracking a Pashmani.
"You will fire warning shots over their heads. Over their heads, Haals!"
"Over their heads, sir!" Haals jerked his muzzle upwards and let loose a short burst, chipping the brickwork at the corner of the library across the park.

The Pashmanis ducked away, turned towards the Stadspolizei. The Arvandis screamed and surged towards the line. Karlson screamed back at them, huge, legs at shoulder's width like a prizefighter toeing the line. "You will halt!" The Arvandis, pressed by Pashmanis and with their bloodied compatriots at the rear and flank holding off the Pashmani crowd screaming of a blood-feud, juddered to a halt. Those in front quieted, and those at the rear were too tired and battered to make much noise. The Pashmanis continued to scream in their native tongue, which to Karlson sounded like the baying of hunting hounds. He bellowed at them, knowing each and every one of them understood Plaatische, or they would not have been granted residency. "You will disperse immediately!"

They ignored him. He snatched his sidearm from his holster, temper flaring, and flung his voice across the park to rebound from the walls of the library. He had been the Sergeant Major of the Rosenhopf Lancer Regiment, and his voice could jar his Regiment's battalions from three fields away. "Gefreiters Haals, Sykes, Orff! Four rounds, volley fire, over their heads!"

A chorus of voices answered him, some of the rioters ducking down in anticipation, others leaning fowards as if against a leash. Submachineguns crashed in unison, bolts slamming back against return springs, ejectors flinging gleaming cartridges from the actions. Then again, and on the third volley the Arvandis surged foward screaming once more. The Pashmanis surged in the opposite direction, away from the cordon's threatened side, and the Arvandis disregarded Karlson's voice. His left hand joined his right on the grip and his right foot took a half pace backwards. The barrel appeared foreshortened to Ibrahim al-Hakim, who skidded to a halt and was pushed forward by those behind him. There were Arvandi-accented Plaatische shouts now: "Brothers! They are the ones who would do this to us! There's not that many, get through!"

"You will halt!"

They did not, even as Pashmanis began wading into the lake to try and escape the cordon. Some Arvandis followed, mixing amongst their enemies in a bid to escape. The Pashmanis that had been attacking the rear of the crowd recognized the truth in what some of the Arvandis shouted and picked up the refrain, shouting it from hoarse throats. Karlson swore under his breath. "Alles gruppen! On my shot!" Ibrahim screamed, panicked, and threw himself backwards against those behind him. It did him no good and he was trampled, spattered with torn turf and then blood as Karlson commenced a steady fire, picking his targets and pulling the trigger twice on each. He ejected the spent magazine of seventeen rounds, snatched another from his belt and slammed it home. His thumb disengaged the slide release. Unshaken, the indomitable Karlson roared at the crowd again: "You will halt!"

And they did. What remained of them did, as over thirty lay on the ground twitching and bleeding. Gefreiter Haals was reloading, a swathe of dead and incapacitated Arvandis scattered across his arc. The three dead in front of Sykes bore a neat hole in the bridge of their nose, those brown faces bearing expressions of shock, horror, and the one that would haunt him forever looked sadly resigned. Most faces looked as they had before the aimed fusillade snatched away their lives: enraged, filled with blood-lust. As the bolt on Haal's submachinegun locked forward behind a fresh round, he screamed in the sudden silence: "Up!" Another voice shouted: "Magazine!" There was a metallic clack as his fresh magazine was inserted and the bolt group released forwards, then the cry of "Up!" The remaining Arvandis and Pashmanis looked like cattle exposed to the slaughterhouse, traumatized and standing, shuddering, spattered with blood and pieces of bone or organ. Karlson did not give their leaders time to reorganize them.

"All groups to my left are platoon one! All groups to my right are platoon two! Platoon one will advance and take prisoners! Platoon two will cover!" Karlson's left fist rose in the air, jerked downwards on a bent elbow. "Move!"

The Stadspolizei surged inwards.

Waachtmeister Eitel stared in disbelief.

Evening Broadcast for 29 November 2010.
National Multimedia Broadcast of "De Volker" News Programme


"Earlier this evening Stadspolizei in the city of Friggwereldstad suppressed a riot by Arvandi and Pashmani immigrants. While reports are conflicting, it has been confirmed by Wachtmeister Eitel and his superior, the Friggwereldstad Police Service Chief, that the protest was sparked by the news we brought you earlier today of the decision made by the Luxemburger Zweete Zëmmer. The rioters first attacked each other and then attempted to overwhelm the police cordon. Thirty-seven rioters were killed when the Stadspolizei opened fire in self defence. At least twenty are listed in serious condition with many others having sustained minor injuries.

"The Stadspolizei urges all Plaatische to remain calm. The riot in Friggwereldstad was spontaneous and there have been no other riots reported. For those Plaatische who are of Arvandi or Pashmani descent, the decisions of the Luxemburger government hold no sway over the decisions of the Plaatische government. There is no plan to implement a similar resettlement program in De Vliggenplaat. Do not repeat the mistake made in Friggwereldstad today." The patient male voice became firmly insistent. "All Plaatische are afforded the protection of the law while they remain within the law's limits.

"We have been instructed by His Plaatische Majesty to inform all citizens and residents, permanent or temporary, that while regrettable, the Stadspolizei acted in accordance with the law in this incident. His Plaatische Majesty wishes to make it absolutely clear that at this time, no program of resettlement is being considered. The King's regards are with the families of today's casualties, and he requests the cooperation of the populace in the maintenance of order and stability. An announcement concerning the matter will be issued in person at eleven o'clock this evening."
-- De Vliggenplaat is undergoing massive revision and will return shortly. --

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Postby Kagetora » Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:29 pm

The beach was pretty much deserted. Partly because it was fairly early in the morning, and partly because it wasn't a very popular vacation spot due to the large rocks, but mostly because the government had warned the people of hostilities between the Kagetorian and Nanwian government and the fleet that wasn't far offshore. However, a couple small groups of soldiers wandered the beach, "patrolling." Actually, most of them were just lounging around smoking cigarettes.

The single lifeguard station on the beach, which had been commandeered by the military for a lookout station and communications center for this particular sector, with a handful of concrete bunkers from the Five Years' War which had hastily been renovated dotting the beach. Each housed a machine gun nest and a few shelves of ammunition and spare weapons.

Private Ishimura stood on the balcony of the lifeguard station, shivering a little bit in the November air. He came from down south along the Tokugawa Bay, and the colder temperatures here didn't suit his tastes.

"Oi, Jessup," he called out to the Kankokujin leaning against the door frame.

"Eh?" The other man said, standing upright looking in the direction Ishimura was pointing. "What's that? A storm?"

"Doesn't look like it. You think it's the Kaigun? The government might finally have decided to scare off the assholes," Ishimura chuckled to himself.

Jessup didn't look convinced, and worry was evident in his voice when he asked, "Why are they heading this way then?"

"No they're not. Are they?"

"Sure looks like it."

That's when it dawned on both of them. It had been at least thirty years since an invasion on Kagetorian soil, and here it was, coming from the sea. Neither spoke as they ran into the station, one to the telephone and the other to the radio pack that lay on the couch.

Ishimura reached the radio first.

"All units, this Pvt. Ishimura, all units take up position. Enemy amphibious vehicles are approaching. All units take up position, this is not a drill."

He didn't know it at the time, but sending the men to the bunkers was simply consolidating them into closer groups for the ships, and sentencing them to their deaths.

Jessup on the other hand, got to the phone. He, like all the men tasked to patrolling the various beaches, had been given a direct line to the local military command. Nervously, he dialed the number. If this turned out to be a false alarm, he'd likely be court-martialed and executed.

"This is Pvt. Cho, we are under attack in Sector 4."




Both men, after making their respective calls, received orders to retreat into the country and coordinate air support to the beach.

Jessup ran with the radio on his back as the first landing craft hit the beach, and heavy machinegun fire began pouring from the bunkers, scything into bodies, sand, and water with contemptuous ease. Glancing back, a behemoth rose from the surf and rolled onto the beach. Running, but still watching in horror, he saw the turret of the tank rotate toward the nearest bunker and fire. Once. That was all it took to silence the occupants.

Stumbling, it finally dawned on the private just how important it was that the radio remain intact.

"Shit! Hurry up!" called his partner as he crested a sand dune and rolled down the other side.

The Kankokujin quickly followed him over and pulled the receiver off the radio.

Thirty minutes later, fighter wings from every military airport within a hundred miles were raining hell upon the beach.




Everyone in the room was standing and yelling at the television.

"GO GO GO!" "FASTER FASTER FASTER!"

The Yamamoto family cheered as the player rounded third and the throw started coming in from deep left. The athlete's legs were pumping; it was gonna be close. The runner began to drop into a slide as the ball neared the catcher and the crowds roared in approval.

The glove was coming down...

The dust was billowing up...

The television flickered once and the Kagetorian national seal came up on the screen.

"NO! NO NO NO!" cried the father and eldest son.

"This is a public service announcement from the government of Kagetora. In the last hour, we have been subject to a barrage of fire and a beach landing upon our eastern coast, south of the capital of Edo. Military assets in the region are quickly moving to halt the invasion, but until we can guarantee the safety of the people in around the city of Sendai, you are urged to evacuate the area. All leave is canceled until the crisis is over.

"We would like to urge the population to remain calm, our military is fully capable of dealing with this threat and the invasion should be halted soon. Only one beach landing and invasion point is currently known. Organized evacuation is unlikely as of this moment, but please cooperate if the need should arrive."
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Postby Nanwe » Wed Feb 09, 2011 10:26 am

[Thanks DV for the explosives info]

Operaçión Disentro Part 1,
Hour: 2, 29 Brumaire, Year CCXIV / 19th November, 2010


The sound of the rotors of the Ares CH-91 Avocet, the standard transport vehicle used by the Nanwian Naval Aviation Service, could be heard from a few kilometers from the landing position, there, once the helicopter touched the ground, and with the rotors still moving quickly, a group of marine infantry soldiers landed on the site after departing from the helicopter, then took their G99k assault rifles and quickly ran towards the railways, meanwhile the helicopter crew, positioned the MG118 heavy machine gun inside the helicopter in order to cover the actions of the group of marines who they had landed to do the first step of Operaçión Disentro, basically destroy the infrastructure for the movement of troops throughout Kagetora to give Nanwians troops a longer time to land in Kagetora and take safe positions others than the landing points throughout the Kagetoran coasts.

“Alright, this is a siteo calent, we have nothing more than 20 to 35 minutes before any Kagetoran arrives after having heard the sound of the rotors” said the pilot to the squad captain through the headsets that allowed communication.

The squad of Nanwian soldiers, then, started by securing the area, each pair of soldiers divided and then went up to 500 meters in each cardinal point, and then, secured the area, by looking among tress, bushes and other possible hideouts for witnesses or enemy soldiers; meanwhile, and as the Nanwian soldiers were searching for possible foes or threats the terrain, the group of engineers and specialists in detonations started the reconnaissance of the bridge to find its weakest points or the most vital parts for the bridge’s structure, the demolishment of Kagetora’s transportation network was vital for the success of both the Operaçión Disentro and the Nanwian invasion of Kagetora.

Then, as the pairs of soldiers returned, the engineers ordered them to start digging around the main pillars that allowed the structure of the bridge to carry on with its existence and not being affected –much- by the constant attacks by the corrosive actions of water, then, the engineers themselves created different charges in the abutments of the bridge, then running away from the placed explosives and turning around, they closed their ears to avoid the sonic shock of the explosion and the explosives worked.

The explosion left large holes in the concrete, then, after the heat generated by the explosion had lowered down enough, the engineers, proceeded to place the much more important C-4 demolition blocks around the proper structure, then after placing them on it, they took the shovels and covered the holes with all land and concrete left by the previous explosions. And then they put different some detonation cords in the areas that would be –in theory- less affected by the explosion and to make the reconstruction of the building either build it all over again, that would slow the advance of the Kagetorian troops, which were already mobilizing, a few days; more than enough for the third phase of the operation to be carried on.

Then, the pilot of the helicopter, this time simply shouting ordered the squad to return and depart immediately.

And so the majority of the squad ran into the helicopter and entered on it as the pilot turned on the rotors, although two men were still on land, despite the ordes received.

“What the fuck are you doing!” demanded the squad’s leader to know

“Sir, I’m gonna locate several anti-person mines around eth bridge to take some lives of those yellow bastard”

Then running, the engineer ran and put several anti-person mines around the bridge, put some ground and sand over it to cover them up and activated the detonator of the C-4 explosives, afterwards, he ran into the helicopter where they elevated.

Then a immense boom was heard, the squad’s members looked down to see from where the sound had come, it was the bridge, it had stop existing, the quantities of C-4 explosive used had destroyed it.

The same scene was happening all over South Kagetora, Part 1 of Operaçión Disentro had begun and it basically meant the destruction of land infrastructure to slow down the reaction and mobilization of Kagetorian forces

Operaçión Disentro Part 2,
Hour: 5, 29 Brumaire, Year CCXIV / 19th November, 2010


The NMN Giorgio Santtorio was a Questarian Triumph class aircraft carrier, it was the biggest and most important vessel of the NAF 1, it wasn’t however the only aircraft carrier sent, but it served as command center for both land, air and sea activities of the troops sent to Kagetora. The surface of the vessels, covered with fighters and bombers when they weren’t taking off or landing on the vessel. Usually and next to the different carriers there were groups of fighter and bomber pilots who had developed bonds of friendship by belonging to the same squadrons.

With the bone domes of the pilots hold with the hands, and ready to enter into the fighters if they were told to, the pilots were chatting.

“Well, so after this shit, what will we do? I’ve heard there is some kind of tensions in Sumguaia, would they deploy us there?”

“I doubt that, we might be pilots, but that is for the Air Forces not the Naval Aviation, unless of course, you wanna tell those bossy guys that command these huge things to move around the whole West Tarquinia, avoiding hot areas like the Velequian Islands to simply come and send us to some weird mission that would makes us crash into the middle of the desert if we run out of oil?”

“Right, well I think that I wanna be home in Santa Luccia as soon as possible to see my children and my wife”

“Heh, man, I’d love to have your life, do you mind if we exchange them?”

“No thank-” Then the chat as abruptly interrupted by the noisy sound of an alarm, then more pilots of the squadron ran towards them screaming “Time to leave, we’re gonna bomb some kags”

The different pilots entered in their respective planes, either the Stryx strike fighter or the Curtana bombers of the Naval Aviation Service of the Navy. Each pilots entered thei respective vessels, then guided by the asistente dè pilote each plane took off towards the large landmass that Kagetora.

*****

After half an hour flying in perfect formation, the 25 planes had separated each to their own target to fulfill their roles within the Part 2 of the Operaçión Disentro, each group with two Stryx fighters and a single Curtana flew towards different military airbases within the maximum combat radius of the Curtana, the mission was easy, drop enough bases into military airbases to have the air superiority, however civilian airports had to be intact despite their possible military use, the Nanwians wanted a short and demoralizing war not a long war which they would most likely lose, Nanwe wasn’t mean for long conflicts, and military generals knew that.

“Here squadron leader, team 3, according to the radar, you’re 5 kilometers south of your bombing position, prepare the munitions and when in position drop the bombs on the airbase. Got that?”

“Roger, sir, we’ll launch when in position over the base” answered the other pilot though the headset located inside the bone dome he was wearing.

There it was, the radar detected some movement on the air base, people were running towards the planes to fight them back or escaping from the future crater, disabling the air capacity of Kagetora was vital for Operaçión Disentro, then the warfare support officer asked for permission to drop the bombs on the site, both pilot and navigation officer allowed, and then, falling incredibly quickly.

The three bombs of black metal touched the ground, then, the pressure and strength of the fast fall provoked the bombs exploding, destroying the air infrastructure of Kagetora, and taking with it the lives of many Kagetorians.
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Postby Tarsas » Wed Feb 09, 2011 12:09 pm

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Albert Marlow IV
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Tarisan, Tarsas 7623


TO: [Open Communique]
FROM: The Empire of Tarsas
SUBJECT: Nanwian invasion
ENCRYPTION: None

The Empire of Tarsas must condemn this invasion by the Republic of Nanwe on the sovereign soil of Kagetora. Due to how close in proximity this is to us, a declaration of intent will be made. If any ship, aircraft, or ground unit of the Nanwian military enters our sovereign airspace, groundspace, or seaspace, we will fire upon it without warning. Furthermore, if the Togugawa Bridge that crosses the Tokugawa Bay is damaged or attacked, we will consider this an assault on us. The Tokugawa Bay is also declared off limits to Nanwian forces and neutral and Tarsan naval forces will enforce the strict neutrality of the area.

signed
Albert Marlow IV
Minister of Foreign Affairs
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