The Iron War [OPEN] [MT]

[The United Nations of Korelia]

Yellarn Deposit, 0300 Hours


The strong winds whistled against the tent, causing a draft that was unbearable to the workers. Maxim rustle around, and decided to get up, with his padded bright orange jacket on. Vladislav was already awake, as usual, and was sipping on a cup of coffee. “Hey, up so early? That's not like you.” Vlad muttered in between a sip of coffee. “Da.” Maxim replied. He yawned, grabbed some khleb, and stepped outside. Another man, Iosif, was already out, and was starting the Kram-55B drill. Maxim could see the silhouettes of other workers inside their tents. Ever since this deposit was found, he’d been working here, and earning extra pay for his family. His two children came to see him mostly every Thursday, coming for about an hour. All the men thought it was nice too. A jeep rolled up, and a man wearing a yellow coat stepped out of it, with a badge on his chest. He talked to the man in the entrance kiosk, and came through. He entered Stanislav’s tent, the leader of this operation. Maxim decided to start early on his shift, and went over to the power generator, turning on the lights down in the deposit. He stepped in to a T-class Jeep, and rode into the bottom of the massive hole in the ground. As he worked, he thought about different places. One stuck in his mind, Nova Capile. He had heard rumors that they were going to try to take Cholov.




K.S.S. Yulivan, 1200 hours

“Okay, men, recently we’ve been informed on rising tensions in the Western Jury district. Alpha blue, of Fox squad, has returned with a full status report of the incident. We’ve also established constant radio communications with Fox squad. Ivan, please stand.” A man with a bluish suit stood, holding a folder with the large red letters; CLASSIFIED. “Two days ago,” He began, “Seven M.P.Us were deployed in the Western Jury District.Three of these men were injured. Ever since this deposit was discovered, the people in this said district, where it was discovered, have been rebelling. And this Cholovian problem, damn. We need to heighten security.¨ Suddenly, the radio blasted on, and a voice came up. ¨Able Three-Two! Able Three-Two! Code: Unlocked, undermined, foreign! Requesting 0-57! I repeat, requesting 0-57!¨


Jehkegsk Security District, 1200 hours

Kahnichav, under the gunfire in the background, confirmed the operation a go. Kahnichav is a Cholovian citizen, and he is one of the many of people that are tired of being bossed around. Now, he knows that Korelia doesn't try to mean harm, but he also knows that is a lie. Suddenly, something red and silver landed next to his feet. “Nerve gas!” Someone yelled. Kahnichav was surprised the Korelians would use such a thing, but didn't let it bother him too much because he was already running the opposite way. The gas erupted from the canister, red and deadly. The gas could make you twitch and die in a matter of seconds. You would get a horrible headache and a flash of pain would shiver through you as everything went black. Lucky for Kahnichav, however, he was out of the way in time. The Cholovians were trying to blow up the Korelians’ supplies, thinking it would make a dent in their defense. Their allies finally arrived with the bomb, and prepared it. This is it, the last chance they have. If they get this wrong, this could all go to waste.


Renias, 1300 hours

Tensions were gathering. Police forces had been patrolling more often, and the people observed news of rebellions in Cholov. There was one happening today, in the Jehkegsk Security District, reporters stayed away from the battle but provided the citizens with information. A reporter began, “Today at Noon, the Jehkegsk Security District was bombarded by some Cholovian citizens. The stated citizens, whose identities are still being analyzed, seemed to be heavily militarized. Here you can see that the firefight has died down, but the Cholovians refuse to give up.” The TV showed images of police officers under fire and trying to communicate through megaphones. “The Jehkegsk Security District is a minor supplier of ammunition and- oh, I am getting intel that more Cholovians have arrived, carrying… a bomb…”

OOC:

((Ok, now for the backstory. The Yellarn Iron Deposit site in the Western District of Korelia is abundant with resources and is started to be mined on, and Korelia has welcomed its ‘allies’, such as Nova Capile and other CoProsperity sphere members, to take part in mining, and in return they will receive a portion of the iron. Tensions have been rising as Cholovians seem to have become aware of their surroundings, and are rebelling, while Nova Capile and Korelia are starting to become hostile as they gather allies. When Cholov, another Scandinavian isle, was conquered by Korelia, we basically made it a powerhouse, with factories and production being amped up. The citizens of Cholov are heavily oppressed with Korelian law. he Yellarn Iron Deposit site in the Western District of Korelia is abundant with resources and is started to be mined on, and Korelia has welcomed its ‘allies’, such as Nova Capile and other CoProsperity sphere members, to take part in mining, and in return they will receive a portion of the iron. Tensions have been rising as Cholovians seem to have become aware of their surroundings, and are rebelling, while Nova Capile and Korelia are starting to become hostile as they gather allies. This is because Korelia has become more communist, while the former is a staunch conservative country. It is starting to look like WW3 is brewing, as the great powers of the CoProsperity Sphere mobilize their militaries and attempt to isolate their enemies))

RULES:
-No nukes or WMDs.
-No godmodding.
-Be respectful to everyone.
-Korelia is the OP, the Grand Duchy of Nova Capile is the Co OP and mapmaker.

[The United Nations of Korelia]

[]OOC:[] The map of both Korelia and Cholov will be posted by me later. Thank you for taking part in The Iron war! PS, my posts will not all be this short. /:

[Jiakros]

Interested

[New Axiom]

Tag

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Capilean War Room, Saxtonberg
The Duke descended the marble staircase leading into the underground war room with surprising ease, despite his old age. His best generals were gathered around a long mahogany table, arguing fiercely about something. He made his way to the front of the table and held up his hand. "War with the Korelians is inevitable. We cannot allow a socialist bloc to develop right under our noses. We have already assembled a swarm of allies, all of which have supplied over a million troops each for the coming fire. We have funded the Cholovian rebels for almost a decade; and our armies are ready to slaughter the damned Russians." All the generals cheered heartily. "With pleasure, I declare Operation Winter Faust ago."

CoProsperity Sphere Council Meeting, Quebec
Claude gathered himself and stood up at the bustling table. As Chairman of the board, he was representing the supreme might that was the Duchy. Orders had just come in from Saxtonberg, to initiate Operation Winter Faust. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. I have some, rather surprising news. You know the Korelian occupation of Cholov two decades ago? Well, we've uncovered a ghastly "mini-holocaust" that the Korelians tried to cover up." In reality the Capileans had known of the "Burning of Cholov" for years now, but he had waited for the right moment to unveil it. He tossed classified reports to all the various members of council. Horrified, one spoke up. "It says that 30,000 Korelian soldiers... Raped, murdered, and looted their way across Cholov. Over 80,000 civilians massacred... 1.6 billion Cappilons worth of damage." Everyone, except the Korelian in the room, gasped. "This is a tragedy," Claude continued. "We cannot allow the Korelians to think they can stamp over any little country they see. Therefor, I must put forward a bill to stop all imports and exports from Korelia. A full blockade until they realize that their actions have consequences. All in favor?" Instantly over half of the delegates raised their hand. "Excellent. An allied carrier force will be dispatched to peacefully turn away all Korelian trade.

Other Events
Adanac, Aquarius Candy, and Kikoria had each pledged 100,000 troops to the "Expeditionary Force". 1 million allied forces, 100,000 of which were paratroopers, were gathered at the various seaports and airports of the country. They would attack in the summer months, after Korelia had been starved of oil and supplies. If the Korelians survived till winter, though, then things would look a lot less in the Capileans' favor.
OOC: Sorry, this post is bad and rushed cause I'm at school.

[Drakorion]

OOC
Everyone gets angry because I godmod, Axiom can attest to that. So I will not send my OP military in.
BIC
The black-robed man hurried across the snow, stopping ever so often to look around. He went up to the desk in the affairs station and said, "Can you find the Duke for me?" The lady at the desk said; "What should I tell him?" The man's red eyes flickered. "Just tell him, that the Inquisitor is here"
OOC
The Inquisitor, Raxir Kulvar, is a diplomat sent because of trouble brewing in Scandinavia.

[Santa Luma]

Candelaria, Isla Santiago Prefecture, FRSL

The capital city was often very bright this time of night. The many buildings, both old and new, lit up the streets and hills of the city and its surroundings. The clouds glowed amber and golden, and the once busy streets had fallen quiet.

The Palacio d'Oro was the capitol of Santa Luma, an old presidio with arching walls of stone and mortar, and now venerated as one of the most ornate buildings in the Old Settlement district.

Deep inside the presidio's walls were the sounds of conversation. Prime Minister Maria D'Alma had convened a cabinet meeting with her top advisors.

"The situation seems rather tense," stated Jorge, the Diplomatic advisor, and Chief of Staff for Maria's cabinet.

They had been observing the maps, discussing key points, and going over the intel for the past few hours. The Foreign Affairs Minister, Damien Marcos, had been more hesitant than some of his colleagues.

Jorge Ferdinand, as an example, agreed more with the Minister of Defense, and it appeared that D'Alma was being swayed that way as well.

"Tense is an understatement. Prime Minister, I don't think getting our troops involved is a good idea," Damien said. He often resented Jorge and Vitorio, the latter being from the MoD.

"We could move for a condemnation, maybe offer a peacekeeping force," Vitorio suggested. This gained a glare from Damien.

"You honestly expect the Korelians to comply with such a thing? We wouldn't want foreign troops mucking about in our backyard!" Damien retorted. It was then that they drew their attention back to the Prime Minister, who had been sitting quietly during their engagement.

"Draft up a proposal for a Cease Fire, and send out a dispatch, I want a meeting with the Korelians," D'Alma said. This was good enough, for the others in the cabinet, though the other present ministers had been mostly quiet on the matter.

The proposal was prepared, along with the dispatch, and both were quickly sent off to Korelia through the proper channels. Meanwhile, following the end of the meeting, the Prime Minister had been briefed by the MoD thereafter about alternate routes. She wanted this on the back table, however, much to the satisfaction of the Foreign Affairs Ministry.

[New Axiom]

A message was sent to the Korelian government by the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs:

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Greetings. We have become aware of several rebellions and violent insurrection within one of your provinces. As a result, we would like to ask to let us join you in your fight against you and your enemies. Please consider this offer. Upon your approval, if you choose to approve, we shall move in three divisions of Imperial Marines, one division of our Air Force, and a Navy Battle Group. Again, we wish you to consider.

[Drakorion]

The mood in the room was tense.
"Ulnaz, I repeat, we are siding with Axiom"
"Yes, Lord Vivirax."
"Any word on Kulvar?"
"His mission was abandoned."
"Why?"
"Thix told him it was hopeless."
"OK"
"Defense Minister Arukion, any plans?"
"Send a messenger to the Korelians and Axiom. Tell them we are joining the fight"
"Yes, sir right away."
"We wire 1,000,000 to the war efforts. Air drop supplies to the soldiers via The Hero's Bane. Send the 56th CESTI Marine Regiment. And bring a Fulcrum class ship. And notify the Intervention Fleets. Also bring 3 Imperium Marine divisions"
"I'll notify Vuint and Arvik quickly"
"Good. and let it be known that we have joined the fight"

[The United Nations of Korelia]

Yashphenski Foreign affair headquarters, 1200 hours

A man rose and raised his hand to stop all the commotion in the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, tensions have been rising between us and our... 'allies.'" He began. He was interrupted by a reporter who asked, "Mr. Kovaleski, is it true that the 23rd Regimental Brigade was mobilized yesterday?" Kovaleski raised his hand again, and stated, "This is, for one, classified, and two, un-confirmed at the moment." The reporters continued to bombard the minister with questions.

((OOC: The 23rd Regimental Brigade was rumored to be deployed around a city, and soon retreated after forming a hardline for about two hours. I will not say why, though.))

K.S.S. Kuzma, 2300 hours

The air was cold. Night had fallen, and the sky was speckled with stars. The water quietly lapped at the side of the ship. Sergei was playing his acoustic guitar as usual, some men gathered around him quietly conversating. A few snowflakes fell, and before they knew it, snow was plummeting from the black sky. Some men had to stay on the dock, to guard not only the ship but watch the ships conditions. Korelian waters are extremely dangerous. The small cruiser was not too far from the shoreline, the lights from the fishing village nearby shone through the light snowfall. Men inside hollered to each other commands and comments. 2nd lieutenant Gavriil Pavlov stepped in, his weather beaten face sqinting at the men. He clapped his hands and said, "Alright, men, Commander Felishur has ordered an elongated patrol... and this is not a drill. We're going to patrol longer and harder. And men, I think we are going to war."

[Kakministan]

Kakministanian communication center, 0300 hours

((Directed towards Korelia))

Kakministan: "0-2-9, standing, clear, awaiting operations."
Korelia: "Rodger, Kakministan, operations level unchanged, patrols hardening, support status: 8293."
Kakministan: "Copy, 5-1-C out."

Mashahuun, 0500 hours

The cities residents, at this time, were starting to warily set up their shops and get ready for the day. During the late hours, the city was bustling, and later customers and citizens would cease to roam about, and shopkeepers would close their shops and get ready for the next day. Ever since Korelia had messaged Kakministan about this new iron deposit, the residents have been bustling about Korelia this and Korelia that. On the more conscious side, military officials began to discuss with Korelia's leaders of the Grand Duchy of Nova Capile's strength and gathering tensions.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

OOC: All info stated about the treatment of Cholovians was confirmed and stated by Korelia himself, in person.
Seriously, Korelia? You don't post with your puppets! Just tell what's happening there in your own account.
Capilean War Room
"I know what the reports say! It does not matter if some foolish nations are backing the enemy. The Korelians will be forced to submit by Spring, and if they don't then their armies will fail without oil or other vital supplies," General Von Dorf hollered at the other officers. "This is a matter of pride. Our entire country's pride. We will not fail. We will triumph. Launch the Carrier Groups. All of them."

Cholov
Small waves of black water rolled up on the cold Cholovian beach. Several hundred people, all heavily armed, gathered and looked anxiously out towards the ocean. Several minutes later a small cargo ship rolled out of the fog, and docked at a small wooden pier. Ten men, all wearing military officers' uniforms, exited the ship and made their way to the group. A few men in what seemed to be ragged ex-Cholovian military uniforms approached them.

"Hark!" the leading officer from the ship said in a thick German accent. "Tyrants shall fall," he murmured. "Cholov shall rise," the Cholovian officer called back eagerly. "What have you brought?" "Heavy machine guns, grenades, a few sniper rifles, several C4 bombs, ammunition, and most importantly: six armored cars and a main battle tank. Six fighters are also en route, and will be at your disposal." The officers walked back to the ship promptly as their men began unloading the said equipment.

Rochefort Airfield
As 60,000 Canadians trained in the background to a harsh German officer, 20,000 shock paratroopers, or Schock Fallschirmjäger, the most elite air commandos available, began boarding their massive transport planes. Inside one of them, an officer prepared his men. "Alright! We're going to land in Cholov. Remember, we're posing as Cholovian rebels, alright!" "We land at the capital, and then capture the Korelian officials and garrison while the CLA mops up their standing forces."

Meanwhile, the 900,000 man Cholovian Liberation Army, troops well trained and equipped by both Austria Germany and Nova Capile, began their movement. They stormed hospitals, police stations, government buildings, and barracks in organized military style, supported by fighters. The entire combined tank forces of the army, 500 light and 250 medium tanks, were steaming towards the capital to reinforce the "Cholovian" paras.

To: All Interested
From: Capilean Security Ministry
We have uncovered something horrific. Undercover agents and Cholovian rebels have confirmed that Cholovians are murdered, mugged, and beaten every day, their property stolen, and their lives ruined by the Korelian soldiers that are supposed to be protecting them. Death tolls are staggering, nearly 500,000 since the Korelian occupation. And what about the Korelian soldiers committing these atrocities? They are given full pardons. Thats right. Nothing is done. We urge you to withdraw any sympathies you may have with Korelia and condemn them for their actions. Cholov must be liberated, for the international security of Scandinavia.

[New United States of Columbia]

Royal Palace, Throne Room
King Foley was relaxing in his throne while sipping on his afternoon Colonial Chocolate when the throne room's doors were forced open and a group of Generals, Pastors, Aristocrats, and what looked like foreign peasants rushed his throne, their shouts and demands already taxing the King's mind.
He tossed his cup aside causing it to clink on the marble floor and have the King rush to his feet and shout at the top of his lungs "SILENCE!"
The group of ten or so immediately shut up.
"What is the meaning of all this?!" The King demanded.
The group almost repeated their previous action before Foley added quickly "One at a time!"
"Korelians have declared war on our ally Capile! We must mobilize our Imperial Forces at once, sire!" A general shouted in anger.
"These Korelians are attempting to dismantle the One True Religion!"
"They mean to set up a socialist block and instate everything that goes against the Natural Order!"
The King gave them all a look that said "Shut up or I'll have you beheaded!" before he turned and looked at one of the small children who was bare foot and covered in rags.
He knelt down to the child's level and asked what had happened. The Child described the attack on his village and the brutal rape and tortue of the adults and children there.
"Mobilize our forces and tell them to take no prisoners."

OOC: The Absolute Monarchy of the United States of Columbia (or the Columbian Empire) joins Nova Capile.

[The United Nations of Korelia]

A message from the Yashphenski Foreign Affair Headquarters:

To the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs, from the Yashphenski Foreign Affair Headquarters, regarding defense against Cholovian province freedom fighters, our leaders and top military officials have agreed to this offer, and will assist your readily prepared forces. Barabovisha "ferret" Troopers will be deployed to assist you, as they have been trained in all types of terrain. We hope you will aid us well in this war, and if anything major is to happen to you we will assist you.

[The United Nations of Korelia]

OOC: Oh, and here is the map of Korelia, with Cholov soon to come.



Here ya go guys. The different colored places are the different districts Korelia is divided into.

[Zahraistan]

SULTAN'S PALACE - ADANG BAHRU, ZAHRAISTAN 1400

"Ah, that was a good sleep." Sultan Ilhaam bin Shahaada said. Then, he receives a text message from the Ministry Of Defense.

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Good afternooon honourable Sultan, some tensions are building up in nearby Korelia. Should we help out.?

Ilhaam looks at the text. He nods at himself.
He proceeds to make a call to the PM Aadila:
"Good afternoon Aadila, I would like to tell you that with the rising tensions in Korelia, we shall send in our naval troops. We have 20 warships right now. Maybe we should use them to help our friend." -Ilhaam
"Ok, I will tell this to the MODEF. We will help out. Hopefully not much damage will happen on our side." -Aadila
And so the Sultan sends a message to the Korelian Ambassador.

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Prepare some space by the sea. We will send in all our 20 warships for aid.

[Drakorion]

In the N.O.V.A. Headquarters.
"How can we join to sides at once?"
"Capile contains Uranium Infused Gems. We defend our interests there."
"Varkhon says he is delivering the LIP (OOC: Laser, Ion, Plasma Cannons) Defense Batteries right now."
"LIP DBs cannot fire on us, right?"
"Yes, it is not in their programming"
"Notify Drakonheart Redforce 94th. I want them on the surface at 9900."
--
(Six Hours Later)
The man in the black Dragonmetal suits landed swiftly. They quickly ran off.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

To: King Foley, Esteemed King of Columbia
From: Capilean War Ministry
Encryption: Extreme
We are glad you have joined us, friends. We here in Nova Capile believe that cooperation between allies in war is vital to the success of the war. What troops and equipment are you willing to commit, and where and when will you deploy them? Currently we believe that a forward base must be established in an independent Cholov, before a decisive air battle can eliminate the enemy's ability to resist us. Any plans of your own?

[New Axiom]

New Axiom Imperial Citidel-Ministry of Foreign Affairs
After recieving no reply from the Korelian government, Emporer Cyrus Silva, Minister of Defense Dairus Taylor, and Minister of Foreign Affairs Keeana Wailliams stood in the command center of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. "We need to move in, now!" Taylor shouted. "This is getting out of hand!" "We can't let their people just rebel without punishment. I agree." Silva said more calmly, straightening his black, red and grey trench coat. Williams then said "okay. We should send troops, but we should also send a diplomat to ensure our troops are not attacked by their military."

Airspace over Korelia- 18:45 Local Time
Ambassador Ajistu Willams, son of the Minister of Foreign affairs, sat in his seat aboard one of the three troop transport/cargo airplanes as the planes PA system burst to life. "Williams to the cockpit, Ajistu Williams to the cockpit." Ajistu stood up and walked to the cockpit. "Sir, we are approaching our target airfield. We need you to get on the comm and contact them, and ask them if we can land." One of the pilots said as Ajist entered the cockpit. "Alright." He pressed the transmit button. " Korelia control, come in. This is New Axiom Imperial Ambassador Ajistu Williams. I'm asking you for permission to land three troop transports on airfield number three niner zero. We are carrying three hundred troops to aid you in you combat against your rebellious province. Korelia control, do you copy?"

[The United Nations of Korelia]

Kreighuun Airfield Airwatch, 18:45 hours

"Rodger, Axiom 31151, airfield three niner zero is unoccupied at the moment. Do not be alarmed when Korelian troops enter the flight, it is a normal procedure at this time, five one zero two one over."
As the plane landed, two officers in dark green jackets with reflective yellow vests came walking up. They suddenly stopped walking as one of them pointed upwards. They started to usher with their arms at the people in the plane to come, before running. In the sky, at a distance, something burned through the sky. As it emerged from the sky, you could see a plane plummeting downwards.

[New Axiom]

Korelia Airfield 390
"Crash stations! Crash stations!" The pilot shouted into the mic as a missile struck them. "We've lost two engines, I've got to set her down." He said to his companion. The pilot was telling the other two planes what happened as an alarm was blaring through the plane, no doubt the troops were securing themselves in with safety harnesses. Ajistu sat down in a reserve seat, securing himself with a five point harness. "I'm going to try and set her on the airfield. Emergency landing skids deployed. Air brakes deployed. We're not slowing down fast enough!" The pilot said. "Seven seconds to impact. Deploy flaps!" The pilot said again, the copilot flipping three switches. "Aware not gonna make it to the airfield, I'm going to set her down on the soft grass next to it!" the plane rashes down hard, a jolt ran through the entire plane. The plane skid accross the flat plain, across the airfield, and crashed into a hangar before stopping. Little did the cockpit personnel know, 73 men in the troop bay were killed in the crash, 18 when the missile struck. Only nine soldiers survived. However, the other two transports managed to survive and land safely. Ajistu was awoken by Korelian rescue workers. The copilot was dead, covered in blood. The pilot was not in the cockpit, so he must have been already rescued. "Uuuuhhh..." Ajistu moaned as he slowly came to. "What happened?" He asked the rescue worker.

[Russian Fedaration]

Tag.

[Nation of Warfare]

Tag.

[Kelewann]

There was a knock at the door. General Azkar has been siting in his chair enjoying the day. "This better be important" he thought to himself. After a brief moment, he spun his chair around so that he was sitting at his desk looking toward a set of doors.

"Come in" General Azkar demanded.

A man who looked to be around the age of 25, enters through the doors and stops 5 steps away from the Generals desk. He can then be seen immediately saluting the General, who returns his salute and motions for him to talk.

"General" the man says "We have received word that a group of natives, the" the Man glances down at a folder "Cholov...have decided to rebel. We have also received news that the area they are rebelling is abundant with resources. That is all, Sir." The man stands waiting at parade rest, obviously waiting for a response.

After a few minutes the General will look up at the man and say "I authorize the 1st and 2nd QRF divisions to be deployed in maintaining the legitimate government of Korelia. However my condition is that we are able to have access to some of the resources that are located there. Set up communication with the Government of Korelia and get an agreement. That is all."

With that, the man can be seen quickly saluting again and then disappearing.

5 Hours Later a message is sent to the Government of Korelia

"Government of Korelia,

It has come to my attention that there has been a recent insurrection of the native Cholov population. I am willing to authorize the necessary help needed to crush this insurrection on two conditions. The first is that we are allowed to maintain a small outpost once this rebellion is crushed. This is to ensure that there will be no more future rebellions. It is also to make sure that nothing happens to the second part. The second part, is that we would like 9% of all resources being mined.

Sincerely,
General Azkar
Leader of Kelewann"

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Command Bunker, Jaeger Military Base, Nova Capile
"Mein Herzog!" a young major said as snapped to attention outside the bunker. Duke Hans saluted and brushed past him into the concrete structure. The generals sat smoking and laughing. They looked up, horrified at their supreme commander's surprise visit. "Ridiculous. Get to work," Hans shouted as he slammed the metal door closed behind him. Their faces pale, they gathered their reports and stood at attention. "Operation Luftkampf is ready to get underway, my Duke." He tugged at his collar and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by his leader. "How many aircraft have you assembled? And are the airdrops ready?" The general pulled at his collar again and answered slowly. "800 fighters... 120 dive bombers... and 80 heavy bomb-" "What!!!" the Duke thundered. "That's it! Winser is in charge of this operation from now on. Understood!" The generals shuddered and said: "But, we have no command!" "You two can take charge of the garrison in Iran." That was one of the most hated commands because of the constant revolution and bombings by terrorists and radical Muslims. "But, but-" The Duke held up his hand and gestured to the door. "The quota for aircraft has not been met, and the operation has been postponed for several more weeks because of your incompetence. Now get out of my sight."

LeChuck Bay Shipyards, Nova Capile
Admiral Franz Von Haupt watched as the massive crane lowered yet another steel beam onto the massive, only partly constructed skeleton of the Prinz Karl super-battleship. It had been planned for decades, and was to be the most powerful, devastating thing ever made in history. Yet it would take 5 years just to finish the hull and inner skeleton of the ship, and another year at least to perfect the weapons and equipment of the ship and finish the rest of the massive battleship. And yet another year would pass, while they tested if it was seaworthy and tried out out the weapons. And in 7 years, if the thing was even worth it anymore, then it would be used against whatever dared to threaten the Duchy. Most doubted that it would be finished in time to slaughter any Korelians, but Franz lacked the brainwashed, patriotic mindset of many of the other scientists slaving over his pet project. Franz doubted that he would live to captain the offspring of his genius, but he also knew that the Korelians would not be beaten easily. The Russian bear was a worthy match for the Capilean lion.

Waters around Korelia
The blockade would have surely desecrated the enemy. Everything, including food, oil, and any other product was halted and turned around(or sunk if it wasn't compliant). The citizens and military of Korelia were surely slowly starving to death at the hands of the carrier groups. Meanwhile their air compliments had been stopping any cargo planes headed to Korelia.