The eagle has fallen (MT/CLOSED/INVITE ONLY)

by **El Cuscatlan** » Wed Aug 17, 2016 11:26 am

OOC: Okay. Do not post unless received invite. Keep this thread MT. I would request all the participants NOT TO TIMEWANK - keep the pace slow so call would be able to post. Too short pace would be punished by the OP.

*** Santiago de Cuscatlan

Tropical air slowly flew over Santiago de Cuscatlan - biggest and most prosperous city in this part of the world, "Jewel of the Latin America" and capital of Gran Cuscatlan. Since the conflict in Guadalupador, Cuscatlan has been surprisingly silent - mostly because upon re assumption of his title as Caudillo, General Carlos Araujo Silva begun series of domestic reforms to finish his grand program and vision for Cuscatlan. Latin American nation still faced extreme amount of issues, tied to it's post-communist past, crime, drugs, and various militia groups - all of those had to be put to an end. First decree was disarmament of various paramilitary formations waging private war on drug lords and communists - they were given a simple option, integrate into Guarda Civil or be punished. BOEP became the basis for forming of the new civil guard, a formation that put domestic unrest to an end. Drug lords and their friends leftist insurgent groups, were put to an end through a series of bold, courageous actions and campaigns. Now, Carlos Silva held unyielding grip upon domestic policies of Cuscatlan... and with economic boom caused by becoming #2 oil exporter to Nihon, he was ready to begin next campaign.

Guadalupador was a threat no more - but something else was. An old enemy, which Cuscatlan already shattered at least twice - and ironically a former friend turned most vicious foe. The Filipino Bayan - with which Carlos Silva skipped the last war near the Bashriyyan shores, mostly due to waiting on geopolitical stage. Now was the time to strike back at the enemy that Bayan was.

Seeing Silva standing here, in the octagonal room, was a strange sight. Before becoming Caudillo, Carlos Araujo Silva was commander of the paramilitary police in Paratapais - BOEP, the unit responsible for pacifying the favelas. You didn't mess with those guys. They knew too well that only thing that cartels feared was overwhelming violence - and as such, this police unit - compared to "death squad" by liberal media - consequently done everything to outdo the cartels in terms of how violent they can become. Silva had no impression of your common politician - on the contrary, beneath his smoking were hidden steel - like muscles. This el Caudillo had a fame from constant posting his pictures on social media - of how he grapples with an alligator or fights in MMA. Looking at his face, the dead, almost lifeless eyes contrasted with his raven dark hair - the same impression of calmness and self-control. Oh, Silva was famed for his self control - there was rarely a time this man show any degree of emotion,. And none he shown now as his old enemy was about to be eliminated once and for all.

Looking at the map, he slowly calculated his chances. Eight months ago, the Bayan attempted to invade Bashriyya. It miscalculated and SACTO struck it with overwhelming fury and force. 1/3 of Bayan's navy was now contributing to creation of new reefs all over Mediterranean sea. While such situation was certainly welcome for Silva... it had not been the final blow. But, few days ago, Nihonese ambassador asked him about possibility of Cuscatlan carrying out the operation to conquer the Bayan once for all - citing Nihonese involvement elsewhere. Silva agreed without thinking much. It was time for Condor to kill the eagle... once for all.

Then, a short figure entered the room. General Joao Teixeira - infamous for carrying out pacification of Nosamo, was recently promoted to three stars. Schmidt belonged to new generation of Junta Militare de Salvacion Nacional officers, who made their names in various conflicts Cuscatlan fought in during last few years. Silva smiled to him as he handed him a sealed envelope. Opening it, El Caudillo knew that what he needed was already done.

It was time... for the eagle to fall.

by **The Unified Isles** » Wed Aug 17, 2016 1:29 pm

Officer's Quarter
The Citadel
Isle of Man

The cool breeze of a summer night blew over the hills of the Citadel's Officer's Quarters. The Officer's Quarter on any Royal Army Fort were usually well kept Neighborhoods, but the Citadel was different. The so-called Citadel (Which wasn't really a fortress but more of a wide-sprawling military base) on the Isle of Man was the location of the Royal Army's High Command, the Directory. Every child on the Isles knew that the Directory was a highly-influential, political organization. Its members regularly appeared on the “Top 50 Most Influential Isle'ish” of popular Isle'ish Lifestyle Magazine, as well as on the “Top 50 Richest Isle'ish”. The approximately two dozen Generals and Leftenant Generals that sat on the Directory naturally had the most impressive housing in the entire Citadel, with the most impressive estate belonging to the Royal Director of the Staff, Sir Henry Leighton-Pierce.

Sir Ephraim Hindmarch was excited as he approached the gigantic mansion with a group of other officers. Being invited to the Staff Director's Salon was a true honour for a lowly Major, even if the Major in question hailed from one of the so-called “Old Guard Families”, the Dynasties of Officers that had been with the Royal Army since its creation in the early 19th Century. The concept of a “Salon” in the Isle'ish sense was usually rather difficult to explain to foreigners, but the term “Think Thank” described the core of it rather well. Effectively, Salons were regular meetings between officers in which strategy, tactics, leadership, politics, economy and history were discussed. Another important thing about them was that the attendees usually held around the same rank. Being invited to the Staff Director's Salon as a Major was a rarity, and was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make an impression on some of the highest ranking officials of the Royal Army. Hindmarch was intending to use it.

The first half of the evening was over rather quickly. Some small discussions over the recent creation of the Nuclear Weaponry Department, the purchases of new equipment with Murakami Armaments, and a recent upgrade on the RO-SPH Aurora Mk. VI's targeting software. The whole discussion was held in an elaborate dinning room in the heart of Leighton's estate, and one expensive dish was served after the other. Leighton himself didn't took much part in the discussion, but it seemed like he was constantly listening to what was being said. Hindmarch occasionally dropped a comment on the more organizational talks, but become more involved in the talks around the Aurora. He was the executive officer of the 2nd Royal Guard Horse Artillery Regiment, and therefor actually accustomed to the changes.

After approximately one and a half hours worth of discussion, an additional guest entered the room. “All the Lord's blessing upon thee, Sir Simon”, called Leighton in a calm, friendly voice through the room, “Coequally, Sir Henry”, responded the newcomer. Hindmarch took a few seconds to recognize his face: Leftenant General Simon Noyens, the Head of Royal Intelligence. “What news doeseth Royal Intelligence haveth to reporteth ?”, asked another officer, Vice Admiral Jonathan Ryder, the head of the Royal Submaritime Corps, informally nicknamed 'Depth Ryder' at the table. Noyens waited for all to focus their attention to him “If't be true yond I'm not mistaken, SACTO iseth going to war with the Bayan again”. The table immediately exploded into mumbling, while Leighton's facial expression intensified. Hindmarch had a suspicion as to why. Leighton had been lobbying around SACTO for quite some time know, allegedly to win a little more strength for his own political ambitions. This could be a potential chance to impress them. What the Artillery Major had heard about this ambitions was nebulous, but it was apparent that he needed some strong foreign support for them. “Whoher doeseth this information cometh from, Sir Simon ?”, “Me is not entitled to tell thee yond informally, mine cousin...”.

Hindmarch could see the anger build up in the Staff Director's, his face becoming beet red, “I beg thy pardon ?”, Noyens stammered a few seconds before responding, “Me shall tell thy excellency tomorrow”. Leighton nodded and stood up. “Mine children”, he began talking, “Our time has come ! Tomorrow, we shall start making preparations for our own attack on the Bayan tomorrow. Sir Simon, me is sure yond if those informations of you reach the Thing..”, he abruptly ended his sentence, while Noyens only nodded in response. Political corruption in the Thing, the Isle'ish parliament, wasn't openly mentioned in even the most informal of situations. “Sir Jonathan,” Leighton turned to Vice Admiral Ryder, “Wouldst thee be interested in taking command of a potential Battle Fleet ?”. Ryder's mouth opened wide, he was surely captured a little bit of-Guard. A Battle Fleet was rarely assembled these days, and it's command was an affair of utmost prestige, “Of course, mine Lord”. Leighton's eyes gleamed over the table, seeking for other potential officers to put into this endeavor.

Hindmarch's heart skipped a beat when the deep blue eyes of the General stopped at him. “Sir Ephraim, me has read this morning that the commanding officer of D Battery, Naval Artillery Regiment is on sick leave. D Battery is the Royal Army's sole swim-able howitzer battery. Might me interest thee in her command ?”, “Aye, thy Splendour”, the Major responded without hesitation. Leighton nodded in confirmation, and then continued to ask out the next officer, while Hindmarch already started to dream about his new posting. The Naval Artillery Regiment was the sole Artillery Unit of the Royal Marine Division, given the Island nature of the Bayan, it would surely be one of the first units to set foot on Timente's Empire.

As soon as Leighton had finished addressing his last candidate, a Marine Leftenant Colonel that had also been invited rather surprisingly to this eve's salon, he raised his voice again:

“Mine Brothers-in-Arms, let us raise our glasses to the Death of Timente, and to our very own glory, or our Death and Timente's glory shall we fail ! Death or Glory !”

”DEATH OR GLORY !”

by **Hatay** » Wed Aug 17, 2016 2:04 pm

Presidential Palace, Kamijama
Ali Golofad span slowly around on his swivel chair in his main office. Some of his most trusted advisors, Foreign Minister Abdullah Rahman, Vice President Isar Bazam, Minister of Defense Abdul Jazzar, General Yusuf Muhammed, Senator Jafar Mesuh Hamad and his First Lady Jawdat Golofad. Someone more often appearing at meetings. "Tensions have no been this high since the Bashriyyan civil war." Mused the President.
"Which one? It's a steaming cesspool." Said Rahman, timidly replying.
"The one with Covertone." Muttered the President, glad that Bashriyya's internal struggles finally had them accepting a deescalation of tensions. "Cuscatlan and Nihon almost certainly mobilizing. Riysa and Aeyariss to follow them, and probably more."
"Not to forget Inyursta." Muttered Jawdat. The mood remained solemn.
"The Bayan will only have Acadia defending them from SACTO's onslaught. This could be the fall of the Bayan." Replied a quiet Bazam. "Catastrophic. Nihon will rule Asia. A blow for democracy everywhere."
"The Bayan is very powerful. They'll hold, but the balance of power will almost certainly be changed. Still a blow to our interests in the East." Replied General Muhammed.
"The civilian cost will be staggering. Cuscatlan fights total war, as does Asigna. I propose we deploy peacekeepers. I doubt Asigna or SACTO would want to have such a crisis on their hands. So they would not fire on them." Said Rahman. "We send a thousand to feed and shelter civilians, and we improve our peacekeeping reputation that we started in Burma."
"That is both noble and we will be by far the most chivalrous." Said Jawdat.
"Good. Make sure we have those peacekeepers ready." Replied Golofad. "Senator Hamad, I trust this will be approved by the Senate?"
"Yes, definitely. Although the socialists may grumble."
"That doesn't solve the balance of power issue. Which state in the east sees eye to eye with us?" Chimed in Minister Jazzar.
"Kirishima. We must empower Kirishima, we already have many trade deals with them. So send them a 15 million Franc state gift, and 75,000 rounds of various small arms ammunition." Replied Golofad, nodding in satisfaction.
"It'll pass, likely." Muttered the Senator.
At the Same Time, Somewhere in Hatay
6 men sit at a table in a dimly lot room. There are 4 ash trays on the table, each man smokes a Havanna cigar. The room is nearly bare, excepting an AKM leaning against the corner of the room, and a pornographic magazine lying down next to it. Loud Music can be heard, but it's muffled by the closed door. The men are dressed in loose fitting suits. Except for one who wears a tight fitting one. The digital clock reads 10:59 pm.
"You hear the news." Says the man in the tight suit. "Everything's blowing up with SACTO and the Philippines. War begins any day now."
"Pity. Just more dead people." Says one. "No money."
"Idiot." whispered the tight suit man.
"What was that?" Said the previous speaker.
"Idiot. That's what." Replied the tight suit man. "No money out of this, your nose must be dead, cuz I smell opportunity." One of the men is annoyed, but the rest listen attentively. "What do you need to fight wars. Guns and ammo. We sell and run guns, so why not do it now?" The men nod, although one nods reluctantly.
"Who do we sell too?" Asks one of the 6.
"The Nihonese and SACTO have their dumb moral high ground and religious ranting. So they wouldn't deal with us. But the Bayan, they would deal with us. They'll appreciate high quality MANPADs." The entire table nods. "I'm gonna see if the rest of then are having fun. We'll talk later." The boss (the tight fitting suit man) walks down a flight of stairs into a room illuminated by bright lights and bombarded by loud music. A bartender works behind a bar, pouring drinks for people who couldn't care less about Islamic morals. The boss is caressed by a bikini wearing waitress. But he brushes her off, she stalks off looking disappointed but yet still seductive. Topless dancers amuse mafia thugs, and the boss smiles as he sees his men throw around money, clearing enjoying this decadence. The boss goes to a short man taking shots.
"Ahmed, how goes it?"
"Good-hic-boss!" Says the man, clearly drunk.
"Great, fantastic. You still have those rockets somewhere in Libya for me?"
"Sorry-hic, boss, but half-hic-of it was taken by the police. Only-hic-a few-hic-systems, are left."
"F*** you Ahmed." The boss walks off, frustrated and needing to find new ways to get guns.
Presidential Palace, Two Hours Later
Golofad rubbed his eyes and realized he just woke from sleeping on his desk. He had just gone to his room, changed into his red pajamas that had a little Hatayan emblem by his shoulder, and poured some coffee for himself when his intern came striding down the hall. "Your Excellency, by slim margins, the Senate has approved both your initiatives." She handed him the official proposals with the Senate Seal of Approval and walked off.
"Thank you Zaina." Replied Golofad. He returned to his office carefully studying the papers. He sat down in his office and called up the UN (or WA if you will) Peacekeeping Office in Hatay.
"This is the President. Please get me the Chief peacekeeper..."

by **New Roma Republic** » Thu Aug 18, 2016 9:11 am

Imperial Office
Temporary Caesar Residence
New Rome, Imperial Republic of New Rome
The Caesar sat behind his desk, looking at papers the Deputy Director (Intelligence) of the Imperial Intelligence Agency (formerly the New Roman Intelligence Agency) had given him. The DDI was giving him an intelligence update on the situation in the Bayan. After their fleet in the Mediterranean Sea was sunk, and with a renewed imperial ambition, the Romans had been looking at Romania. Unfortunately, internal strife made invasion impossible. But now with the internal situation...better than it had been, it was time to expand. Besides, nothing unified a country like war. In addition, they were trying to nurse their economy back to health, and other lands offered that opportunity. Besides, all the civilians would become New Romans, with all the benefits and responsibilities thereof, including, but not limited to having two Senators in the Imperial Senate.

"With the Mediterranean Sea deloused of the Bayan fleet, we can sail up into the Black Sea. They do have air cover," the DDI flipped to another slide showing a map of the Bayan and it's air defense coverage. "Our forces will be under the umbrella of the Bayan's defense forces right before they arrive at Sicily. It will be virtually impossible to hide both fleets, being that they are so large in size, of course that is a problem for the military to figure out, not me" he switched slides again.

"Now, if you look at Romania, there are major bases here, here, here, and here. Bucharest is the biggest hub as it is the capital. We do not have any definite numbers, but our estimates say there are two "Kor", that's K-o-r. That would be about the size of a Corps, c-o-r-p-s. In the air, they have a decent sized force, complete with AWACS and SAMs. In your packets you will see the complete list we have come up with. Those numbers we believe are accurate come from Open Int, HUMINT, SIGINT, and GEOINT." The DDI closed down the presentation. "That is all I have for the time being. If you were to do anything, take out their air cover first. That will be key. Do either of you have any questions?" He looked from the Caesar to the Caesar-elect, Lady Ayanmi, who would take office in less than a week. She was shadowing the current Caesar, and getting acclimated to the job. "I don't" said Crispus.

"Neither do I. Thank you for your time" replied Ayanmi. The DDI left. Those in the back of the room now moved forward. That briefing had been for the Caesar's benefit; these men had already heard it, and read all the papers over a dozen times. The Joint Chiefs clustered around the Caesar's desk, sitting on chairs they had brought from the back. The first to speak was Navy "Sir, Ma'am, the DDI is right, we need to take their air cover out first. If I could use my submarines to go in ahead of the fleet, they could lay waste to many of the airfields. The rest could be done by the Destroyers. Any surviving aircraft will be dealt with accordingly by my carriers."

The others nodded, but Air Force still looked concerned. "You still have the SAMs to worry about. You should target those as well." Navy nodded at that.

"What are the status of our deployment forces?" asked Ayanmi.

Army answered "The Imperial Army units have already been training since the previous Caesar...ordered...you know..." he trailed off. Ayanmi gave him a look that said "Yes, I do know". He started again "I believe the navy is in the same boat, along with our air units."

Navy cut in "Many of the submarines are already on patrol, we only need to reroute them, with at short stop at one of our bases to get a full wartime load. The rest of the warships have been doing work ups for the last month, as Army as graciously pointed out." The two glared at each other. Air Force said that his units were as well ready.

"Good. Continue work ups. I shall keep your council on when to deploy. Make those plans for invasion, and have them on my desk asap" ordered the Caesar. There was a collective "Yes sir" and they all filed out. Crispus sighed and leaned back. He glanced over at Ayanmi. "You sure you want this job?" he asked.

She held his gaze. "Yes, my country tried to fuck my people. There is obviously something wrong with the system. I intend to fix it, to make Rome great again."

Crispus chuckled "That last bit sounded like the lunatic Bumincium, no offense. In private, he would often say that he would make Rome as great as it was when Caesar was in charge. But that was a long time ago, in a different place." *sigh* "If only we could have lived then. A simpler time. No one needed to worry about nuclear weapons, or the geopolitical ramifications that one misused word would cause. I never wanted this job, it just happened that I was next in line when Bumincium was arrested." He let out a long sigh, and stared at the ceiling above him. "At least you want the job." He then smiled at her "I'm probably making you depressed. Let's move on to the next matter, what to do with this gods forsaken economy...

by **Hatay** » Thu Aug 18, 2016 10:50 am

Official Statement of the President

Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a very urgent statement after dangerous rumblings in SACTO-Asigna tensions. I will not sugarcoat it or make it sound better than it is. War between the Bayan and SACTO is upon us. This war will be of massive proportions and involve many different countries. I take this time to say that Hatay, as in the last conflict that was so close to our shores, is neutral. We will working as peacekeepers and for humanitarian aide. We have formed a strong peacekeeping force with the help of our German allies, who we sincerely thank. This force will be deployed in the war zone wherever it may be, and form a camp to which we will bring civilians in need of shelter or medical attention. The specifics of the force are open to the public and viewable at the Presidential website. This force will establish a neutral perimeter in the war zone protected by armed men. Eventually, this perimeter will grow into a full-fledged refugee camp. The civilian cost will be high and destructive, this war will be good for no one. On one side, a cabal of right-wing fanatics, SACTO, committed to enforcing their worldview on others who do not want it, and a clique of autocratic tyranny and imperialism, the Bayan and Acadia. While some in the two groups may have good intention like Inyursta and the New Roma Republic, the overall purposes will lead to either Nihonese or Filipino domination of the East, a terrible predicament. But many people have asked me why I do not join forces with the Bayan to expand progress. Well the answer is all too simple my friends. Benjamin Franklin, perhaps the wisest man in American history once said "Anyone who sacrifices liberty for little temporary security deserves neither." He's right, but I have my own quip for the Bayan. Anyone who sacrifices freedom for progress deserves neither. Because freedom, democracy, and progress all go hand in hand. They are one package, the Bayan progresses indeed they do. But at the price of the people's liberty, who are under the constant watch of the ever-present KK. No good Hatayan should support the Bayan, and SACTO is not better. SACTO endorses brutal regimes across the world. I agree with the Inyurstan call to arms for liberty at all costs, but when they sent forces to protect Nasheed's dictatorial regime, I couldn't help but feel it was hypocritical. Cuscatlan, well don't get me started. They imposed a brutal, genocidal, bloodthirsty regime ion the good people of New Yama, and cut Guadalupador in two. Nihon rants and rants about destroying the brutality and oppression that often comes with communism, but they back a brutal regime in Bashriyya, and in Nihon I often find that left of centre activists always turn up to be pedophiles. So in this battle of two evils, Hatay takes the moral high ground of helping the innocent. We will also be pursuing a peaceful solution, any nation that wants peace can contact us, and we will go to the ends of the earth to restore peace and tranquility. We will gladly host talks, I understand the lust for conquest from Inyursta, frustrated by inconclusive diplomacy like in N Awlins. But this war will have too high a cost. I urge reconsideration of what both SACTO and the Bayan are about to do. In conclusion, if any power finds that peacekeeping is an obstacle to their expansionism and attacks us, we will consider it a monstrosity, but more importantly, and act of war. Our force departs soon, I wish them godspeed and Allah bless the people of Hatay! And the families threatened by this war, may Allah deliver them his great mercy.

The press couldn't help but acknowledge the strength of the speech, but immediately asked for questions, cameras flashing, but Golofad waved them off and proceeded to lunch.

Somewhere in Hatay
Mahmud Sejaz, Boss of the Largest Hatayan mafia group, sat in the bar, broken glass on the floor and the smell of vodka in the air. A few hungover gang members lay on the floor. A few erotic items littered the floor, a reminder of the vice engaged in last night. Mahmud worked on his laptop, making a strong encryption. When he was ready he prepared a message to the Hukbo.

Code: Select all: To: Hukbo High Command From: Wanahn Nataeamal fi Alththaeabin Syndicate Encryption: 34823574398563487^&**bvdifut5878^R$358ejt859)*^V<M;dsjo My friends. I am the leader of a Hatayan crime syndicate, in times like these, you should know where my interests and opportunities are. Well, you should be happy, because your in there. I am willing to sell you some very good weaponry for a good price. Just meet me and some of my men. I suggest that we meet in Pakistan, I could have a man and myself there very quickly, I hope you can make it, you'll like what I've got.

Sejaz sent it, hoping the encryption was strong enough to escape the 24/7 interception attempts by the Internal Security Force on suspicious frequencies and accounts. In any case, he had the perfect stuff for the Bayan. he had scrapped together some quality anti-tank missiles and MANPADs from Eastern Europe, and hoped to sell. The smell was starting to get to him, so he packed up his windows computer and head to his personal room in the compound.

by **Guadalupador** » Fri Aug 19, 2016 7:46 am

0700 Hours: Divouga, Guadalupador.

In the months following the disasterous occupation of Guadalupador's capital city by SACTOSFOR, and the division of the country into two states as per the Treaty of Heiwa following an uprising and the installation of a Cuscatlani stooge ruler in the form of Ghazan Quardya and his Junta of National Restoration to the south caused many complications for the Federal Union to oppose Cuscatlani incursions within their sphere though it didn't prevent them entirely. In the aftermath of the Nosamo Uprising, Guadalupador was licking its wounds, rearming, and preparing for the next war whenever it would be. Many in Guadalupador believed that Quardya's New Yama would collapse within the decade and Guadalupador would be reunited. Though that wouldn't necessarily be the case for now, the Dorians were busy rebuilding their intelligence community through the Guadalupadorian Intelligence Service.

The next action against the Cuscatlani menace, to prevent the extinction of Guadalupadorian culture, was to be directed from the shadows and through proxies. The next action would take place in the Bayan, a place many in Guadalupador disliked mainly because it was considered one of the reasons why Guadalupador was hijacked by Trigra, Vashan and Quardya and hurt greatly. If two of Guadalupador's enemies were fighting one another, all the better for the Dorians to cause a bit of chaos for both the Cuscatlanis and Bayan. Carlos Silva and his Junta may have thought that Guadalupador was no longer a threat, but he was dead wrong. As the Eagle would fall, the Guadalupadorians would make sure the Condor would have its wings broken, and fall right with the Eagle, and the best part was that the Cuscatlanis wouldn't know who did it until it would be far too late.

0720 Hours: Nosamo, Integralist Confederation of New Yama.

For months, the New Yaman Ministry of State Security had a team of agents within Manila, attempting to goad locals into overthrowing the Timente government and installing an Integralist state. For nearly a month a New Yaman submarine ran silently along the Bayan's northern islands, acting as a clandestine radio station to be broadcast to incite resistance against Timente's administration. It had clear orders to keep moving, but not to be active on a schedule to keep the Filipino navy away. Now it headed toward Manila Bay with a new set of orders.

As Quardya was mainly focused on how he would ride through Divouga in a triumph as he destroyed Guadalupdor for his benefactor Silva once and for all, such matters against the Bayan were relegated to General Phariso Manya whom wanted his Sector 9 agents within the Bayan to stop sitting on their hands broadcasting messages and start to recruit guerrillas to officially fight against the Bayan itself. Though even he knew that such an action wouldn't be possible yet, he needed a far larger, and more destructive event than just one earthquake. General Manya was about to get that event...

by **Whiteshore** » Fri Aug 19, 2016 5:18 pm

by **Bartilia** » Sat Aug 20, 2016 8:34 am

Greater Filipino bayan
1 day to X day

The New people's army. For a long time, these bastards has been put to the shit ever since crazy Terten and co had killed them all in an arena in an untold massacre which the government had treated as a lie. However, Jose Marie Sison, now an aging cyborg with numerous implants and advanced technological enhancements for body parts, who was one of the few survivors left of the communist movement and its undisputed founder had been plotting for revenge lately on the bunch of people who had been responsible for their movement's destruction.

He had been living with an alias "Bobby Ramirez" and had successfully made a career of himself as a rich lender and stock broker using his multiple connections to strengthen his image as someone else. Using his financial resources and vast network of personal and business connections, he began to build up once again a militant anti government movement. However, this time, knowing of the success of the Asigna party's anti communist campaigns domestically, he thought it would not be possible to rebuild a successful anti communist movement, let alone a non militant one. So he thought it was more practical to focus on what was possible in the short run, the toppling of the Asigna party knowing that the loyalties of the local population were shaped by fear rather than out of love at best, apart from the 40+% who are their die hard supporters. After the party was to be toppled, only then, he thought, communism can be applied in the nation as there would be no one who can now monopolize enough power to continue the party's repressive anti communist campaigns. So in order to achieve this, he sought to build upon the bayan's moderate left, on the social democratic movement and other mildly leftist movements that were still allowed in the Philippines, and even participate in the parliament's opposition forces. Armaments were bought from the Dangan corporation on the excuse that he was simply building a private security organization, an excuse that will obviously give one a legal alibi to buy firearms. In reality however, these weapons were being used by the parties allied to Sison's/Ramirez's cause in order to prepare for a coup de tat, or perhaps to perform a large scale attack that will definitely deal a blow to support for the party, in order to prove to the bayan that the Asignas were not invincible but that their party was just a house of cards that can fall at any moment.

Having started in 2047 during the twilight of Terten's regime, especially when he started the Axis movement which Sison/Ramirez thought was a way to mock the communist movement not only internationally but most especially domestically, Sison was now able to ramp up an armed force of about 15,000 not only in the Philippine islands but in other areas of the bayan itself, most notably in the outlying colonies of Northern Australia and Romiran. 7,000 were in the Philippine islands, 3,000 were in Northern Australia and 5,000 were in Romiran, these forces were armed to the teeth and were ready to pounce at whatever target that were to be given to them with training especially brutal compared to the best security forces the bayan could offer, the Aklan-KK but done in secret, giving them power to wreak havoc upon the bayan's security despite their relatively minisule size. However, as the other forces in the bayan had proven, whether it be the Zhouranese, the Dorians, the Moros or the Commonwealth forces had proven, the bayan's security was overall, laughable, unable to stake their resources on a plausible prevention system and would rather invest on a cure only after the disease has already struck, hence, Sison/Ramirez was given more confidence to attack.

In Bucharest, the 2,000 forces which made up the "Alfa brigade", the largest singular unit of this planned uprising had began to identify their positions around the so-called administrative building, knowing the titanic structure was made accessible to the public for whatever reason the bayan's pathetic security could come up with. Sentry forces wearing civilian clothing, who had been acting as the bayan's intel forces had already identified Judy Basanes's morning routine during her work and needless to say, she was quite easy to catch. Sison then thought it might have been because the bayan had been very complacent about security due to the lack of any revolt in the area, hence, her capture was deemed as the primary goal of this uprising as she was the easiest to catch yet she was also the highest Asigna politician they could ever capture, hence if something would happen to her, it was something the Asignas could not just ignore, therefore offering this uprising good publicity than usual. She was their primary target for this large scale operation.

As soon as the planning was finished, the members of this uprising took their arms and among themselves had recited their battlecry.

"RUN ASIGNA RUN."

By the following day, fire, bombs and bullets would definitely rain in the bayan, but not because their main enemies, but it would come from a position the Asignas were least likely anticipating from, their own turf.

by **Whiteshore** » Sat Aug 20, 2016 11:23 pm

Martilure, Acadia

President Claudette Gagnon, President of the Acadian Republic, calmly sent a message to her counterpart in the Bayan. She was one of the major admirers of the Bayan's political system outside of the Greater Filipino Bayan and wanted to rally the Acadian Republic behind the Papro cause as well

Dear Punong Adriano Timente

As President of the Republic of Acadia, I have always been a keen admirer of your Progressive cause and as President of the Republic of Acadia, I would like to propose a deal where the Republic of Acadia provides the Bayan with resources like oil, iron, titanium, and aluminum at low prices and in addition, the Acadian government would send 2 divisions of men to assist your just cause under your command along with a squadron of warships as well. Mabuhay!
Signed,
President Claudette Gagnon

by **Asigna** » Sun Aug 21, 2016 3:18 am

Philippine bayan

Timente spying on Heneral Eluide

Timente had already left the anti communist debate. In the middle of the show, he quickly stepped out of the stage mid sentence and gave the microphone to one of the Punch coordinators of the debate much to the surprise of everyone who had been enjoying his time. The shaggy haired man complained that the debate had become "boring" and had decided to go back to Clark green city, now effectively a fortress city by his own orders after the failed attempt to assassinate him by communist sympathizing agents. His destroyed countryside retreat which acted as his alternate punungan palace was quickly rebuilt while the charred bodies of the agents that were recovered in the explosion were thoroughly identified by the aklan-KK and the Kalihiman in hopes that they could get more information out of the terrorists who tried to feebly defeat Timente. This time however, the punungan palace's restricted area from civilians and other unauthorized personnel was increased from 100 meters to a full 1 kilometer hoping to keep in secure from any further attack.

He had now returned to his office which was the same as before it was blown up by himself personally. Now, the room had looked like an office of a surveillance worker as it was now overflowing with a lot of screens that showed live video feeds of certain areas from all over the bayan. Some machines even offered live sound feeds from certain telephone lines which were being currently tapped, a lot of these things were all observing one man, Heneral Domer Eluide after receiving reports that the man, who had total control over the Hukbo, was showing hints that he wanted the government overthrown, a serious challenge to his power as it came from the man who is effectively the second most powerful in the country after his own military reforms had ironically strengthened his chief of staff in order to increase the Hukbo's level of efficiency in a scale never seen before in the bayan's military history.

Although no one dared to tell him directly, Adriano was already hearing things. He knew that people were whispering about him being paranoid lately as a lot of his orders was increasingly focused on national security and keeping himself safe one way or another. Many thought it was an obvious response from the incident which for the first time has threatened the life of the bayan's most powerful man.

Everyone thought it was very strange that their punong was enjoying watching Eluide's boring routine for hours. It was not because Timente was enjoying this seemingly voyeuristic job, but rather because he was thinking that everything would be according to his and Terten's plan which includes the annihilation of all their political enemies that stand in their way of executing the next phase of the revelation plan. As of now, he has ordered a manhunt of 400 people, 310 of which are now under KK custody while the rest are still all over the bayan, unable to leave because the Kalihiman has their eyes on every port and border within their zone of operations as well as their right to passports frozen under the merits system's law of depriving anyone rights if they couldn't clear themselves of the cases, especially of cases involving high profile crimes such as treason, espionage and terrorism that had been sued against them in court, preventing access to anyone who is in their watch list from escaping. Among the people in Trisha's watch list was former Aklan-KK chief Alehandro Karten, who had been targeted specifically because of his insistence to investigate the revelation plan which he has personally unveiled with Rosa, who is also in the eyes of the Kalihiman but not in their watch list specifically.

In reality however, Eluide himself had no plans of sitting in the Malacanang palace as he was busy looking after the Hukbo and preparing it for war after receiving reports from field intelligence that the islanders from the Unified isles were preparing for war, which was unexpected out of all the people. But the bespectacled Heneral thought it wasn't strange knowing the nation had just turned its back on the bayan's anti communist movement obviously for its own agenda and its vehement dislike for the Union state, to which the bayan is now closely allied to.

Some dojo, Zamboanga peninsula

The Heneral meanwhile was busy personally training a bunch of Agpalo soldiers for combat. In a certain dojo in the military city of Zamboanga, the chief of staff had personally directed all members of the high command, including the minister of defense, Ermund Panganiban, to undergo hand to hand combat training alongside the Agpalo in order to prove to their subordinates that they were not just a bunch of pencil pushing bottom fattening office workers how do nothing but bark orders hence giving the fighters under their helm a sort of moral boost knowing that they alone would not be the only ones doing the fighting. Panganiban had been very obedient to the Heneral lately knowing he was the superior mind when it comes to tactics and strategy, hence his role now had been only to mediate the civilian forces and the military forces in this campaign on Eluide's behalf in order for Eluide's actions to be not interfered by civilian authority who knows nothing of the realities of the ground and has lead them to disaster more than once already.

The course Eluide had been giving to them was a watered down version of eskrima stick fighting, heavily infused with mixed martial arts. Eluide had used the assassination attempt on Adriano as a rationale for the high ranking officials to learn self defense should time come that they were to face fighters in battle who are attempting to take their lives.

Out of all the members of the high command, Admiral Meier had been the least enthusiastic about the chief of staff's little self defense program. He had been the worst performer among Eluide's students not because he was just bad but because he didn't put his mind into the training.

With everything in their operation planning for defense now considered to be fit for execution and independent from command and control interference until further notice, the high command left their posts and had began their training 2 weeks ago consisting of basic grapples as well as footing and hand swings. Now, on their third week, Eluide, who had been stepping up the intensity of the practice had now brought the lesson to basic sparring and experimentation of fighting styles amongst the students.

Again, Meier was the one who had flunked this round as he had not been able to make a good posture and flinched heavily at the first jerk of the enemy's hand even though it wasn't pouncing for attack. He kept on being victimized by Eluide's foot sweeps, knocking him of balance and to Eluide's throws which sent him flying in the air and flat on the ground.

"I concede my weakness." Meier gasped as he was spreadeagled on the floor. "Enough of this...." Meier said, turning away visibly irritated by the training which he thought was unnecessary, but mostly because he wasn't able to get it to his mind.

Eluide could only shake his head knowing that the man needed not physical training, but rather mental training.

"Listen." Eluide knelt to the ground. "I can teach you all these grapples, sweeps, pins, mat works, parries, thrusts, guards and kicks but all of these would be useless if you can't get yourself to open your heart to this sport."

Meier only smiled, but mockingly as he rolled his eyes. "Yes master. :lol2:

" He said in a joking manner.

Before Eluide could preach, his phone rang.

Timente calling Heneral Eluide

It was Timente. The chief of staff tried to ignore it as he called one of his students, Panganiban, to the floor.

After a chest salute, the two immediately fell upon each other amidst the loud ringing. One of the Henerals, Caiinitan then decided to pick it up knowing Timente's ruthlessness.

"Heneral, i'll answer. I will not get the death penalty!"

"Just tell him i'm not here." He said as Caiinitan pressed the answer button.

"Magandang umaga aming punong." (Good morning our chief) Caiinitan greeted only to be deafened by Timente's loud bark.

"I NEED ELUIDE!" The loudness of the punong's voice was enough to make Caiinitan's ears numb with ringing for a few seconds.

"He's not here mr. president." Caiinitan sighed.

"HE'S THERE!"

"N-no mr. president. We swear. He went to Paseo and forgot to bring his phone." The Heneral was shaking, thinking how wrong it felt to lie to the man they pledge allegiance to, but on the other hand, a lot of the Hukbo was beginning to become fed up with the party's crap lately.

"YOU DARE LIE TO ME!? YOUR PUNONG!?" Timente gasped deeply before he burst once more, in a much louder voice. "TANG INA MO! THAT'S A VIOLATION OF THE HONOR CODE!"

"My punong, how could you say i'm lying? We will never violate the honor code!"

"ELUIDE IS RIGHT THERE IN THE AYALA DOJO WITH YOU, THE HIGH COMMAND, CURRENTLY SHIRTLESS AND FIGHTING WITH PANGANIBAN! YOU'RE ALL WEARING GIS!"

The Heneral froze as he felt his skin turn cold. Caiinitan then looked around to see how the punong could possibly know about this when this little training session was heavily secretive in an isolated part of the Zamboanga cordilleras. Eluide meanwhile, still sparring with Panganiban, gave a visible "TSK!" knowing he was being spied on, which could explain why the party seems to know everything he is doing lately.

"PUTANG INA NINYO LAHAT! GIVE ME ELUIDE!" Timente barked. Eluide then gave a visible nod as he caught the phone on his shoulder, pinning it down with his head as Caiinitan threw it towards him. Even as he was stuck pinning down a phone, he was still fighting Panganiban and no one else in the room could think of anything else way cooler.

Eluide blankly replied with a "hello" when everyone else would had addressed Timente by his proper title.

"ELUIDE!"

"What?!" Eluide growled, audibly irritated, much to the surprise of the man on the other side of the phone who was heard gasping in an attempt to not shout at the man whom Timente had considered to be an asset at these times. Timente planned to have Eluide murdered as soon as the war was over as he was no longer useful after then.

"Come to the Punungan palace at clark."

"Can't." Eluide blankly replied.

"Is there anything so important that you have to cancel a meeting with your commander in chief? Have you forgotten about the chain of command!" Timente's whines only made the heneral's eyes roll. He was now on the verge of putting out all his anger in throwing Panganiban but could not as the bastard was resisting too much and he had his hands tied as he is forced to cling on to his phone.

"It's not like that my punong." Eluide said, silently spitting on his side as he said 'punong'. "It's just that we are briefing quite important matters about our sovereignty. It's a training session designed to teach the Agpalo instructors hand to hand-OOF!"

Panganiban was able to knock him down, with an unexpected sweep on his right leg. "-Combat." Eluide continued as he gave Panganiban a thumbs up while he was flat on the mats, but still clinging to his phone.

"I see." Timente replied blankly. "But let me tell you this. Don't defy me in the near future or you'll regret it. The KK and the Kalihiman is everywhere." And with this, Timente hung up. The bespectacled Heneral then threw his phone on the ground and stomped on it, shattering it to bits, much to everyone's amusement.

"Ah, the sad case of Field Marshal Erwin Rommel being sabotaged by his own fuhrer." Meier said with a smug.

"But it won't be like that hopefully." The Heneral said as he wore his upper gi once again. "He can laugh about his KK and Kalihiman all he wants, but what's the use of having them everywhere when he can't use them."

Eluide then took a moment to gaze out into the beautiful foggy view of the tropical mountains outside their dojo's window.

"He's afraid to use them. He knows that the moment i am killed, the Hukbo falls apart. He'll do his best to keep us alive while we are useful to him until the time comes when his empire becomes large enough that he won't need us anymore."

Feeling something stuffy Eluide cleared his throat and continued. "Timente has studied history, he knows he needs to do better than planning to kill Heneral Luna."

Everyone in the dojo save for Eluide suddenly jumped back. "ELUIDE = HENERAL LUNA?" His colleagues jeered. "CHAR! WOW! AMBISYOSO!"

"Why not launch a coup soon gin'oo?" Meier insisted, only to be hushed by Caiinitan, who was still paranoid about the thought of having cameras around the observe them.

"Oh no..." Eluide shook his head. "After all, it would be rude to talk about someone who is listening."

With a command of 'on your feet', everyone stood at attention.

"Let's call this a day. Excellent job my dear students." The bespectacled Heneral declared as he gave everyone a salute, while others replied suite.

Manila bay

The Integralists will only have no one but themselves to fool. In attempting to use a submarine as a radio station, they would have to surface, hence, revealing the position thus allowing for easy triangulation by the recon team's radio platforms in the sea and air, which is now scouring the bayan's aerial and maritime territories making it easier for them to get destroyed unless if they intend to do their little radio campaign submerged but at this posture they would have nothing but the fish to entertain knowing radio waves don't travel well underwater. In essence, the submarine could never be a radio platform the receives and sends any high frequency information when submerged, let alone become a broadcasting platform for their little propaganda campaign.

Little did the Integralist spies knew, the Kalihiman wasn't blind. In fact, the moment they had prostrated themselves to this secret mission involving deployment to the bayan by submarine, they are already a bunch of dead men walking, or swimming as it would be more correct to say so knowing the Integralists were in a submarine as of late. This week, upon the installment of the comprehensive anti submarine accoustic and LF close range early warning system, the submarine would be obviously within the sights of both the Hukbo's recon team and the Kalihiman. Both would obviously be smiling knowing that this submarine was the only thing that the enemy has in store for this operation, and their command base for what seems to be a covert operation as well. As soon as they have entered the mouth of the bay, they had already dug deep within the sights of the bayan's low frequency passive acoustics, now activated amidst the silence of the port of Manila due to the low economic activity in the metropolis after the earthquake (as soon as the foreign "aid" vessels were evicted from the bayan).

The station responsible for picking up the high amplitude low frequency sonar bleeps were the first responders as soon as they saw an unwarranted submarine movement in their sights. All submarine movements were tagged under the helm of the Guardian system. It had been like this post-Terten to streamline coordination between units by the Hukbo's high command.

"Unwarranted unit in deep sea def range on 8-11 alas C range."

"Confirm if friendly, strike base D." The commanding base in Quezon city replied. Their audio communications would be encrypted heavily by their local GS network, giving communications a sort of 0.5-1 second delay as local communications modulations are being changed on a pre programmed sequence.

"Copy. No friendly tag on GS. BOD, check if lost DS."

"Copy control. To magnify amplitude of LF noise and wait for response."

"To send LF GS DCted noise, to wait for response."

The strike base then began to transmit a high powered low frequency signal to the direction of the submarine. The extremely low radio frequency would send only a simple short text message encrypted in binary by the GS (single beeps as 0 and fast double beeps as 1) which allied submarines are expected to respond in by decrypting the message with their own guardian system platforms aboard and send back their own encrypted anticipated reply for the strike base to decode. This would be the same as sending a sign and a countersign to confirm if the forces in the dark are allied forces. Failure to do so will mean death.

"Don strike base D. Give it 2 minutes."

The simple low frequency message of "Hello kitty", assigned to the forces of the 1sG was sent. Strike base then anticipated a reply of an encrypted "Hi kitty" message. The password was so because as anecdote states it, the commanding commodore of the 1sg was a big fan of "hello kitty" during her childhood. But after 2 minutes, obviously, the enemy would not reply as it obviously lacked the equipment needed for a response. The enemy would not even see the message coming as it would be sent in a frequency not frequented by military radio, or should they intercept it, would be nothing but a loud beep which will sound like morse code.

"No response control."

"Don. Dot the intruder, obviously. KYPOD policy is in place." The commander on the other side of the strike base said, pointing to the "Know your place or die" policy set forth by both Eluide and Timente, in agreement that those who couldn't respond to fail safe commands must be destroyed. This policy was first installed during the Hukbo's action in the red sea that saw the reported annihilation of the German expeditionary force.

"Harsh. Copy control. Intruder to be dotted. 1sg S2 - take charge."

Meanwhile, at an Astela submarine in the area, the kapitan then received data of the imagery the acoustics could offer, refined heavily by the guardian system, offering some semblance of identification to the submarine.

"Olahn class submarine..." The Kapitan guessed, recognizing the outlines as iconic to the South American submarine which the Dorians like to use a lot.

"Yams." He concluded. As if it were not the Dorians, it would obviously be the integralists.

"Kill them all." The kapitan flatly told his crew. "Even if they are allied, KYPOD is in place."

One of the 4 Astela then sprang into action from Bataan port, taking a position just 250 meters from the port of the Limay municipality like an unmoving sentry waiting for his target to get within a desirable position. The enemy submarine would obviously not see what is coming for them as the thing that is about to terminate it was submerged in the waters east of the Bataan peninsula, making it effectively invisible from the perspective of those arriving in the Manila bay's mouth west. As soon as the submarine had past the Correigdor island rear to the moving submarine, a barrage of 3 533mm ACT torpedoes was set, each designed to travel with an acoustic signature so low the enemy may not even know they're being threatened by an incoming torpedo before its too late. Due to the posture a submarine would have to take should they head straight for Manila from the bay's mouth, the submarines would be obviously taking the hit directly perpendicular to the torpedoes' paths, limiting their counter capabilities and let alone their detection capabilities as they would be firing on a position that is likely their blind side. The Astela took 1 minute intervals between each fire. There will be no doubt among the personnel responsible for this action that this bay will be their grave for all eternity.

The Kapitan however, did commend the Yamans for their bravery of attempting what is obviously a suicide mission. But now that this little charade has been dealt with, the overall bayan intelligence then returned to their other routine businesses.

Back once again at Clark

Timente attempted to drown his frustrations with strong coffee mixed with a dash Valium. He immediately surrounded himself with the most loyal officials of the bayan such as the diehard Natpros of the Aklan-KK, Trisha Rodriguez of the Kalihiman and the rest of his cabinet save for Panganiban, who had seem to drifted away from him along with the Hukbo. The loyal and diehard entourage of the punong had now been assembled in Timente's office. Eluide meanwhile, who had received intel of such an event happening through the Hukbo's field agents, quipped:

"If that office could just be bombed, all our problems will be solved instantly."

"Cheer me up... NOW!" Timente meanwhile commanded as he made himself comfortable on his recliner putting his feet on one of his guards who crouched down to become his stool.

"Aming punong, Operation red velvet is in action, our first offensive action in the war." Rodriguez, who was among the people assembled in front of the furious man, stated.

"GOOD! GOOD! MORE VALIUM IN MY COFFEE! NOW!" Timente barked as one of the people in front of him scurried to the kitchen pantry to grab some Valium. The man returned pouring the Valium powder on the beverage.

"Operation Iron guard, the operation to keep our RF and GS platforms in defensive posture, now underway, will be followed by triton's wrath, to which we are preparing with the development of the M-5, which may not be fully necessary for our operation." Rodriguez continued, reading down the tablet. Timente meanwhile, was horrified that the man had filled his cappuccino with half of the contents of the Valium bottle.

"NO! THAT'S TOO MUCH VALIUM!" Timente held the coffee cup and slammed it on the table, sending some droplets flying in the air and splashing back into a damp mess on his table. "DRINK IT AND MAKE A NEW ONE!" He said. The man then shakingly picked up the cup as he hesitantly placed it closer on his mouth.

"DRINK IT PESTE!" He said as he brought out a tazer and threatened to use it on the hesitant man who ruined his beverage. Immediately, the man gulped down the drug laced coffee. The man quickly went out of the room and came back with a new cup of coffee before he took a seat as the Valium began to take effect, making the man heavily droopy.

"Operation lightning rapture's preparations are also underway my punong..."

"Oooh... Yes... Sarap... That's the stuff." Timente said as he felt his rage pipe down as the drug took effect in calming his nerves. The man meanwhile, was already sleeping on the couch and refused to wake up as other people in the room tried to wake him from his drug induced slumber.

"Dorians have attempted to incite rebellion, currently dealt with by our submarine force." Rodriguez continued, citing the incident that happened earlier in the morning.

"Pathetic. Doesn't the Dorians have anything better to do than annoy me right now? Like planning a rebellion against the faux independent state of New Yama."

"The Hukbo's preparations for the operations event horizon, heavenly triad and Atma weapon is also underway and finally...."

Rodriguez took a deep breath as she prepared to disclose the final news for the day.

"The Hatayan Mafia has also contacted us."

The people in the room took a moment before they reacted in simultaneous gasps and Timente accidentally spraying out coffee from his mouth in a sprinkler like fashion. "Wait-What?!" The cup was released from his hand, leaving it to shatter on the floor.

"This is new." Another one said.

"Indeed it is." Rodriguez nodded as she gave Timente her tablet, who then read the complete message of the Hatayan mafia.

"Say no." The shaggy haired punong said flatly.

The Greater Philippine bayan official komuniko
OFFICIALLY FROM THE BAYAN MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Encryption: Code: GS STANDARD 0010200000229849394

Mabuhay President Claudette Gagnon

We welcome thy aid and urge that you militarily stay out of this conflict unless if it threatens trade between our two nations, to which we urge your forces to be vigilant to any compromises to continuous economic activity to and fro from the bayan and the republic of Acadia. We hope that Acadia can contribute to normalization of the political situation in the region, if not, the world.

Faye Kabil, Acting Foreign ministress

by **Whiteshore** » Sun Aug 21, 2016 3:52 am

Secret Base in the Bayan

General Tamara Petrova, the commander of the Free Whiteshorian Army, a force of Whiteshorian patriots who decided to fight on after the fall of Whiteshore and comprised of 250,000 men. The Free Whiteshorian Army was a force aimed to defend the Bayan along with their Filipino comrades. The General phoned Heneral Eluide then regarding the disposition of the forces.

New Moscow, Whiteshore

The 5,000 MAW volunteers prepared to sail for Nihon to form the Alexander Kolchak Brigade, a force of Whiteshorian Integralists who would fight along their fellow nationalists and conservatives to overthrow the Asignazi regime in Manila.

by **Hatay** » Sun Aug 21, 2016 5:33 am

Unknown Location in Hatay
Another party was in full swing in the bar, the men were becoming lazy. Mahmud hoped this deal would change that. He went over to his computer and saw a voice message from the Punong himself. Mahmud smiled widely, he pressed a key and a voice saying "no." Was heard. Mahmud's jaw dropped, he went to the bar and had some whiskey shots.
Ubar Port
The two Mercy Class Hospital ships were still being packed. Cranes still lifted huge containers onto the ship, and men wheeled boxes up the gangplank. Men with blue helmets and blue berets (or green if you do WA) watched from the ship, waiting for conflict to begin, and they would whisk over to the combat area and establish a safe zone. Captain Mustafa Wafai of Hatay lead the peacekeeping force, and he was in a lounging room with Doctor Xaver Friedhold of Germany led the mission and he was with Wafai. They were viewing the most important orders from the President.

If any belligerent power demands passage, you must refuse, this will make you a target, neither side will hesitate in attacking you if we have enemy combatants in your company. If they intend to pass, ignoring you, you must fight them off and evacuate the base.

"I hope it never comes to this. So many people to help, so little time, so much risk." stated Doctor Friedhold.
"But we'll have the be prepared if it does." Wafai begins, "we'll have a defensive perimeter around the area, with machine guns, armed men, and humvees, if we are attacked from the land side (as we intend to set up on a beach), they will open fire and the ships will take off. In the terrible event we are attacked by sea, our peacekeepers will engage with the attackers, and we'll try to get the ships to take off. If we are attacked, use the emergency radio to call Kamijama and report who, what, where, and why. They will send F-16s to help as evacuate, and immediately declare war and whoever attacked us."
Friedhold, nodded as he realized the stakes. This was more dangerous then any of his Doctors without Borders missions, this was in an active combat area. They both hoped dearly those orders would never be obeyed.
Santiago de Cuscatlan (If this is not okay, just tell me and I will edit)
Jamal Sulayman of there Hatayan Intelligence Service posed as Imad Firdaus, a Riysan national. Walking through the amazing city that was Santiago de Cuscatlan. His mission was simple, find out where and when the attack would come, so as to have the info, and to coordinate peacekeeping operations. He sifted through propaganda, newspapers, and everything he could get his hands on, looking for abnormalities that could signal when and where it would come. He would then use a secret radio transmitter to send an encrypted signal to Kamijama. He walked by the Caudillo's palace, if only he could get in there.....
Flight 495 to Ishikawa
There were 25 men on this craft would shouldn't have been there. Men who had fought for Jaysh Al-Nimcha, men who had taken Doctors and slit their throats. These murderers had escaped prosecution and new flew to the fatherland to fight off the Asignazi scourge. Almost 1,000 others of the same background smuggled themselves into Nihon, were they would go from to wherever the warden was, working with Nihonese intelligence.

by **Bartilia** » Mon Aug 22, 2016 9:52 am

Greater Filipino bayan of Asigna
X DAY

"Run Asigna run!"

As soon as the clock struck X day on Sison/Ramirez's clock, the communist leader and his men sprang into action.

The first batch of 300 men who rode down in trucks filled with AK-47s and hand held rocket launchers in Metro Manila stomped down the streets of Pasay down Taft avenue where. Their weapons, which were smuggled in from the Soviets during the time the KK was at its most lax, were not expected to match the obviously superior firepower of the Asignas but they didn't care because all that they ever thought was completing this mission which they were told was simply to "seize control of their assigned targets and hopefully have breakfast in the Malacanang tomorrow morning". As soon as they arrived the Flardanian embassy, the group of Honda ridge line trucks encircled it before one of the armed men in balaclavas pulled out his pistol and shot on the windows of the embassy. Everyone else, guards, KK, Flardanian guards, if they were around would fall upon the spray of bullets the armed men will unleash through their AK-47s. It would be unlikely the Flardanians will offer much resistance knowing embassy personnel are not allowed to carry heavy weapons with them. Seizing the embassy under their control will be a piece of cake. The armed men were laughing, jeering, feasting and drinking in the trucks as they surrounded the embassy in order to strike fear in the hearts of the Flardanians and the KK with their bravery and audacity.

One of the fighters then boomed the group's demands to the embassy's staff through a loud speaker:

Code: Select all: -Cut off all relations with the Asigna government. -Recognize the Democratic republic of the Philippine bayan as its legitimate government. -Withdraw all Flardanian capitalist corporations, submit to nationalization. -Non interference in the revolution. -If the Democratic republic is not recognized, the Flardanians will be killed as spies against the democratic republic.

The same kind of group of ridgline trucks, this time, an entourage of 500 brave fighters, of whom were battle hardened by their own brutal training regime in which they take pride in for its more intense nature than the average military man, rode down the Malacanang palace, the parliament building. 4 trucks lead the way of the parade of armed men in trucks, parked themselves in the gates of the palace, greeting the guards before they will blow themselves up. The explosion will be enough to shatter the metal gates of the palace and swallow the side of the palace facing it in flames. They had done this in the time which was known to be a busy hour for the members of the parliament.

After the blaze erupts from their first attack on the parliament, the other armed men will disembark from their honda trucks before they are to be blown up as well, taking positions in the palatial gardens, which would inevitably become a burning wreckage at this point. 480 armed men, whose road to victory has been paved way by their comrades who had volunteered to martyr themselves before the revolutionary cause, will begin to open fire on anyone behind them and in front of them as they seize control of the Malacanang palace.

Meanwhile, amongst the crowds in several malls all over Metro Manila, men dressed in civilian clothing and bulletproof vests underneath would open fire on the security guards of the mall in an hour when the entrances will be flocked with civilians who would become collateral casualties in this revolution.

Second Diliman commune

At the same time, professors in the University of the Philippines Diliman campus will suddenly walk out of their classes before they meet up with the other professors. This campus had long become a powder keg for a communist revolution as the professors in its ranks had been left untreated by a regime who decides to tolerate them in order to paint a facade that it supports freedom of speech and expression even though a lot of it is untrue. As much as 30% of the students are actively or passively affiliated to the leftist cause that has been broiling for some time since the cold war era in the campus. Suddenly, with a snap of a finger, students, teachers and even menial labor employees like the random janitor and security guard will take up every weapon they could have, knives, pistols, bats or anything they could use to murder someone or to at least blackmail someone. These people will then command on everyone else to drop flat on the floor or else they will be killed. Immediately, the students proceeded to burn the Philippine flag and the portrait of Terten as well as the flag of the party which is placed on top of the black boards' in every classroom and office and began to place makeshift hammer and sickle flags in place of them. Even the principal took up arms and joined the cause, being the coordinator of it all, the chapter in charge of the revolution in Manila, she was a personal friend of Sison herself. On her orders, the students and other members of this fight began to barricade the campus with everything they have at their disposal.

The principal then gave a speech which utilized the radio facility of the school of communications in order to broadcast it on radio sets as far as their broadcasting system can achieve:

"Attention people, we hereby declare the revolution of the Democratic republic of the Philippine bayan! This campus will become our first territory. On the orders of the general secretary of the socialist party of the People's republic and the commanding officer of the New people's army, the first executive order of abolition of classes in favor of a centralized monetary, economic and social policy shall now be in place. Everyone will be welcomed in this revolution. No more classes, no more gods, no more lords, no more heroes! No more dictator to rule us! No more fascists to tell us what to do! Just the people! Long live the revolution! DEATH TO TIMENTE!"

In a large banner written by the students which was hung on the iconic UP diliman structure's arch, a sign proclaimed: "WELCOME TO THE DILIMAN COMMUNE, THE CAPITAL OF THE DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF THE PHILIPPINE BAYAN".

People protesting against the fascism and proclaiming support for communism in the UP campus

Meanwhile, a nearly similar event happened in Zamboanga city, this time, it happened in the Ateneo university. But unlike the Diliman commune, the events were violent as the Jesuits were all killed in the attack to control the campus. 300 armed men took control of it and realizing that the mostly Catholic and Muslim students did not express any support, were massacred by bullets. But the fighters tried their best to cover the murder up by burning the building where the bodies were herded. Other students who were hesitant, others supporting them were tasked to shout slogans, sing songs and carry propaganda posters that supported the communist revolution.

However, as soon as the gunfire began to disturb the silence of the serene night all over the country, Sison/Ramirez had decided to make a run for it by plane towards Bangkok where he thought he would be safe from the KK who would obviously be on the hunt for him should this revolution become a failure.

He had however one message to say through the internet:

"I am alive and well to lead this glorious revolution."

At Northern Australia and its capital Darwin 2, 400 armed men with trucks, hand held rocket launchers against helicopters and aircraft, RPGs, sub machine guns, sniper rifles, grenades and even swords fell upon the local KK office there while they slaughtered everyone in their path. The armed men surely had enough anger to kill those who are associated with the concept of capitalism such as mall goers, bank workers, stock brokers and those who enjoy taking selfies. A reign of terror is about to descend on the capitalist scum who has oppressed the movement for so long.

Australians assisting the Asigna regime to be humiliated as collaborators

by **Bartilia** » Tue Aug 23, 2016 9:00 am

Greater Filipino bayan of Asigna, Romania
X DAY

Just so the Asigna scum thought it was all over, it will be far from it. In Bucharest, the Alfa brigade soon sprang into action as 1,000 armed men in Toyotas, normal cars such as bentleys as well as taxis they had just manufactured from a local junk shop had paraded themselves down the highways leading towards the Administrative building, the seat of power of the so-called state of Romiran. As soon as they flanked and had cordoned the building, the cars tailing this parade were detonated along with the martyrs who personally volunteered in this revolution. This first attack was meant to destroy the arching highways that lead up to the Administrative building hence isolating it at least temporarily as the building was artificially separated from the rest of the city with a deep man made filled moat that was for some reason infested with crocodiles, a convenient defense by the Asignas themselves which they can use to their favor in this second wave of attacks.

Obviously, the brigade will not mind the civilians who will be killed in this ongoing violence because after all their sacrifice, it will be for the greater cause of the destruction of the Asigna regime and the uprising of the people. The armed men quickly left the cars complete with their bulletproof vests, bullet proof shields and every other weapon they have at their disposal in their cars hidden in the most unique and creative places ever, all of which were manufactured by the black market which is most likely based on Bulgaria down south, a combination of which they used to do a phalanx like assault as they barge in the entrance of the buildings while the rest take position in the gardens around the administrative area facing outside the moat with marching orders by their superiors to kill everyone on the waterfront, civilian or not for they could not risk any resistance from even a random man with a pistol, they need to save their limited ammunition and manpower for an assault that is designated to only be sustainable for a full week of fighting. MANPAD armed soldiers quickly took up positions in the external cordon as well, ready to shoot down any aircraft, civilian or not, that will interfere in their mission: to capture Basanes as a hostage, hence distracting the Asignans with a problem within their own turf while pretty much the whole world arms up against them.

Every office was searched, if they were not to be Basanes, they were to be gunned down. If they couldn't catch Basanes, it would be obvious that this attack, cleansing the headquarters of the Asigna government in Romania, will cause a collapse to the political situation there.

Organization:
-Phalanx teams, armed with RPGs, AK-47s, 1 MANPAD man and bulletproof shield holders, made out of 30 men each. 10 x phalanx team assaulting the administrative building's interior
-Cordon team, 4 MANPADers, 4 rocket trooper, 10 assault riflers, total of 18 each. 25 cordon teams. 10 X around the outer moat perimeter, taking positions under the gardens and the concrete fences, anything high enough to become cover from retaliatory fire. The rest patrolling around the building.

On the same order, this was done in Yemen as well, towards the Sultan's palace in San'aa. A total of 1,000 men were placed there. The rest of the men belonging to the Romiran division waited for further orders from Sison as this attack was taking place. They couldn't risk expending all their forces at once in a single round of attack for that will cause absolute failure to their objectives which was not victory against Asigna Philippines as this is impossible at their current stature, no, they intended to bleed the Asigna government until it gives way to the invasion forces against it. Once the nation will be thrown into disarray, only then can Sison take the reins.

by **Flardania** » Wed Aug 24, 2016 7:49 pm

The Federal Palace
Heiwa|Kirishima

A nice cool breeze was currently flowed through the city of Heiwa. The capital of Kirishima was one of many examples of tradition met with modernity. Heiwa was indeed a prosperous city in the pacific that like the nation itself benefited from a combination of favorable circumstances. A successful Kirishinan leader is one who at the least maintains those favorable circumstances. This was a well known task for the current Dirigeant Arata Kasuga, who in the eyes of his people is succeeding in making his nation maintain some of its traditionalist values.

Arata sighed after looking out his window and turned his attention to those in the room with him. He saw his current foreign minister Sang Kwang-Soo, his Chief of Staff Hisako Arato, and Director of Cipher Pol 9, Junko Enoshima. "Well Enoshima-san I do apologize, you know full well the reason we couldn't have afternoon tea together thus far is because of my recent strings of foreign visits right?" Arata said with a sigh. The Dirigeant had recently returned from a three nation tour of Guadalupador, Bolreig, and Nihon but considering recent foreign policy concerns he invited Kwang-Soo to afternoon tea to the chagrin of Junko.

"Of course I know that but it's already bad enough that we're both so busy that we can only sit together once a week." Junko replied icily. "Well I do need daily intelligence briefings and Enis Lobby is not that far from here so about you can come any day for afternoon tea as much as you like and we focus for today deal?" Arata offered before receiving a smile and a nod from the erratic intelligence director. With that time bomb diffused he turned his attention to all those assembled.

"As Kwang-Soo has already stated we have received a 15 million Franc state gift and 75,000 rounds of various small arms ammunition. While we will never know the exact reason we can at least expect that they see us as important in one way or the other to their interests." Arata stated.

"Well to be honest I'm offended especially because of the ammunition, do they think us to be that weak?" Junko jumped in nonchalantly. While Kwang-Soo was stunned by how causal Junko spoke with Arata simply went on. "To be fair the Bayan was recently hit by an Earthquake and......."Arata trailed off as all four of them seemed to realize something. "This is bad isn't it Kasuga-sama." Hisako stated. "I mean we are in good standing with the Nihonese but....Asia is getting dominated first we have Feng as a vassal and Kiyoshima in SACTO." she added. "Don't forget the quake and long going hostility in and out of SACTO against the Bayan." Junko added. "Or the fact that we must always assume Cuscatlan can at anytime turn SACTO against us on a whim including the worst case scenario of Organized States and Aravea abandoning us." Kwang-Soo added. "I think it's clear that a weak or rebuilt Bayan is not in our interest. At the same time anyone who was that close to Terten is not one to support either. One important thing is to make sure that should anything happen to the Bayan, the people still see Kirishima in a good light." Arata added. "Junko what's the situation on new panda?" Arata asked in regards to Rosa Rivera who recently immigrated to Kirishima.

"Well she seems to have gotten a place in Bundang so I wouldn't be that concerned security wise. I mean I personally don't see anything happening as nothing happened to Natayla Saiko. I say should anything drastic happen to the Bayan she will be fine a few months after things are resolved." Enoshima reported. "Very well in the meantime it seems our bed of soft power needs some updating. Which I guess means more diplomacy from Sang-San and I. Obviously if I go on any long trips, I will be sure to bring Yui." Arata stated as he saw Enoshima flinch angrily. "And I resolved the issue with afternoon tea already...." Arata added earning him a grumble from Junko. "With that said let's divert those funds into humanitarian aid budget and as for the Hatayan ammunition, keep the NATO rounds and sell anything we can't use." Once everyone in his presence nodded, Arata smiled relived. "Now I suppose we can get some lunch."

Kirishinan Embassy
Manila|Philippine Bayan

It was a average day for Yuko Delacroix at the Kirishinan Embassy promoting Kirishinan culture, as well as being a resource for Kirishinans visiting or living in the Bayan. In fact just like the Earthquake what would happen next was completely out of blue even unrealistic if someone were to describe such a scenario in a story. The concept of 300 well armed men spontaneously showing up a the Kirishinan embassy alone was suspicious and had no build up. But nevertheless that is exactly what happened. "They're insane" Yuko stated to her husband Leonard. "I doubt they are patient and even if we do comply surly these idiots know that these things take time especially getting business to leave or having the Kokumin Gikai vote on our diplomatic relationship with the Bayan." Yuko stated with frustration.

"At least Sora and Annabel are safe in Kirishima." Leo stated reassuringly referring to their twin son and daughter who they sent away after their school in Manila was severely damaged. "As embassy staff looked on in fear Yuko addressed them. "I will be honest with you it doesn't seem good for us no matter what we do. All I can say is that things take time. We will cooperate and imitate the procedures to fulfill their demands. Hopefully by then the Bayan resolves this issue and or our government is made aware." As the staff went off to complete their instructions Leonard comforted his wife.

by **Paddy O Fernature** » Wed Aug 24, 2016 8:28 pm

MINISTRY OF DEFENSE | MAINLAND DOMINION | ISC COMMAND
-PRELUDE-

Evan Dwyer, a grizzled and once disgraced general while serving under the previous administration prior to Madam Presidents ascension into power, found himself lost in thought as he strode down one of the numerous polished corridors under the Ministry. It was hard to imagine in his head, that not even six month ago he was rotting away in a federal prison for committing an act that was considered by many in the former administration to be a war crime, with no hope of parole. Now, he had ascended to replace the previous supreme commander after his untimely death, and was the highest ranked military commander within the Dominion, answering only to Madam President herself.

And all it had cost him was one small favor, and the deal was done.

Turning a corner, he came upon a set of cold grey doors that segregated the room beyond from the rest of the facility. Reaching out his left hand, he swiped his ID badge across a scanner mounted on the wall before punching in his six digit access code. After a brief moment, the panel flashed green and granted the man access into the room marked Isolated Strategic Command.

Dwyer walked through the doorway and into a room that literally buzzed with electricity, due in no small part to the almost laughable amount of electronics that called this center home and literally covered just about every square inch of the place. The man made his way over to a terminal reserved just for him, and seated himself on a chair that screamed of military grade quality. Muttering curses to nobody in particular as he attempted to extract even the slightest amount of comfort from the laughable amount of padding that graced the top of the chair, he powered up the station and logged himself into the secured network.

Using his finger on the systems touch screen, he opened up his encrypted communications tab, and started browsing through various messages direct from Madam President. On a normal day, he would receive various requests from her pertaining to some domestic or foreign event that demanded further investigation for whatever reason Madam president deemed fit. Today however, was different, as the first message he opened contained highly classified orders that would initialize pre-war mobilization of The Dominions forces on a scale not seen since the annihilation of GEIJD several years ago.

Under the old administration, the man was labeled a criminal for doing what needed to be done. This time however, would be much different, as none of those bleeding heart liberals that stood in his way of glory last time would be able to stop his this time around. The man smiled a crooked smile, one that seemed to snake it's way across his scarred face as he was filled with delight and anticipation at the though of getting stuck in again and spilling some blood.

With renewed energy, the man pulled out the mechanical keyboard attached to the terminal and started typing mobilization orders to several commands across all branches of the military. The Dominion took pride in maintaining the ability to be anywhere in the world within 96 hours with ADVON forces, with main body following within the next 12 hours. As such, to achieve that goal, units across all branches were constantly on a rotational standby notice, and were ready to deploy at a moments notice. However, while they would be activated, they wouldn't be boarding any transports anytime soon.

Pulling up another tab, the man started typing out an encrypted communication to an undisclosed nation, and attached a file titled "Operation: Ragnarök" to the communication before sending it on it's way. Once this was done, it set into motion preset mobilization and deployment of various Dominion assets in accords with the preplan attached to the Operation. It would take some time to get all the chess pieces into place, but once they were, the world would once again feel the wrath of a true world superpower.

Standing up from his station, the man calmly walked over to a large, wall mounted display and started watching as readiness reports started to come in already from various military commands.

Things were beginning to fall into place, and this pleased him.

Smiling, the man reached out and activated a terminal controlling the display. With a few swift flicks of his wrist, he soon had pulled up all the current data pertaining to the The Bayan that the Dominion had on hand. Shockingly to some perhaps, the files pertaining to the hostile nation were rather complex and up-to-date, as in the years following the colossal Dominion Victory at South Rothanzil against the incompetent Byan, in which the island of Samar was quickly removed from Byan control, the Dominion had in fact kept a covert eye on the Byans and it's activities. Now, years later, it appeared that the silent vigilance was going to finally pay off in big ways.

Flipping through the classified folder, Dwyer quickly started dissecting key components from various up-to-date reports and forwarding them through the appropriate channels to various organizations for further use in helping getting the ball rolling.

War was coming.

Megan O'Brian - AP - Earlier today, the Ministry Of Defense confirmed reports of a massive military exercise kicking off today, that will take part across the whole of the Dominion and include forces from across every branch of service. In a press statement released by Madam President herself, the massive exercise is being conducted to determine logistical deficiencies across all branches in dealing with a mass mobilization of assets in preparation for a total war scenario against a hostile coalition of nations.

These drills are expected to take place across the nation for the next few weeks, with some military assets coming in close proximity to civilian population centers as it has also been confirmed that joint operations with Homeland Security Anti Terrorism forces will also be taking place. Citizens are advised to expect travel delays during these drills, as screening and security at all port authorities will be on high alert during this exercise for evaluation.

Earlier today, Polizei SRT members could be seen at Edinburgh International Airport conducting a tactical sweep of the terminal in response to a mock active shooter and mass causality scenario.

Dominion citizens are advised to stay vigilant during these exercises, and to remain clear of all military personal they may encounter in their daily tasks as to not hinder the exercise. Remember, Obedience Demands Sacrafice!

Ad Victoriam!

"At 1130PM, Explorer is seen lifting off from the Areostat Nautica launch facility."

Paul Smith - AP - Under a slightly overcast sky, Dominion Orbital Explorer gracefully lifted off in a cloud of orange light and ascended into the heavens above, beginning it's week long mission of repairing a dysfunctional telecommunications satellite and resupplying the Axis International Space Station. The station resupply was called in on short notice, after a critical design flaw was discovered concerning a recently installed prototype waste removal system. While the exact nature of the error remains a mystery, sources have told us that a third party contracted Jewish engineer seems to be behind the design flaw.

More to follow as this story develops.

"Map Of Newly Acquired Territory."

Jason Stone- AP - Cheers erupted on capital hill today, as the finial draft officially ceding Burma into Dominion control was signed by Madam President earlier this morning. While the exact details of the deal remain a closely guarded secret, we do know that a deal was stuck with a neutral third party in brokering this historic transaction.

"Today, the people of Myanmar will finally have a chance to achieve greatness and reach their full potential under the Dominions banner." Said Madam President Melissa Stern in a short, but informative press conference after the bill was signed, before promptly leaving.

Already, Dominion military assets have been dispatched towards Myanmar, to facilitate and ensure a smooth transition into Dominion rule, and are expected to be boots on the ground within the day.

The peoples of the Dominion look forward to welcoming our new brothers and sisters, with open arms.

by **Great Feng** » Sat Aug 27, 2016 5:54 pm

For about 9 decades, Feng had entered war after war, fighting enemies furiously and crushing all those who had opposed it. Boldly expanding their overseas empire and their territory, they had increased their influence and had staged a revival of the once-declining Empire. However, soon, it had become clear that the Battle-Worn dragon would need to end it's flight and for a time, slumber. First it became a Vassal state of the Empire of Aravea for a decade or so, then later, it recovered and prepared to take flight on it's own again when it was given an offer by a much older Dragon. An old rival, and what Feng considered a elder brother, one Feng looked up to. The Dragon agreed to fly under the older Dragon's wing and stay close and quickly the two formed a bond. Just as Feng prepared to take flight for itself one day and enter another round of wars a call to arms was raised. That elder Dragon had just entered combat with an old enemy, the mighty eagle. Not wanting to be left behind the Dragon took flight and attacked the Eagle with it's Superior. Or at least, that's how the Poets will write it.

It was a time of great change in the palace. Feng had earlier submitted to Nihon as a Vassal State, wanting to end it's rogue streak and find dependable and loyal allies. Quickly taking advantage of this Feng quickly purchased large amounts of equipment and over a five year period, managed to equip itself with the best equipment it could purchase and had strengthened their military forces with new training programs and improving upon the already legendary traditional programs for training and drilling soldiers. The Empire had maintained it's grip on Indochina, China, Korea, Japan,Philippines, Iraq, and Ethiopia and expanded and conquered other territories on other "globe alignments", a word used to describe the many globes that somehow co-existed on the one Earth, which mystified Scientists. Feng had began in Mid 2015 sending troops near Taiwan and Vietnam, territories it had gained with it's "Ancshluss" of the China and Korea(Side note, Korea on this map is also Chinese) on this particular globe in the early 1700's. Using ethnic similarities between the two Feng managed to secure the empire's loyalty and it began operating under Feng orders, and had a separate military. This state of Feng is most widely known as the "Yue Dynasty", and it held Inland China, Korea, the Manchurian coast, and Korea. When the war began between Feng and Asigna Feng had fortified the shores of Yue and sent great deals of forces to help fight the Bayan. Most of Yue's military was geared towards self-defense and not towards invasion, so Feng had to slowly over a couple years send a huge amount of about 300K Naval forces to the Bayan, 100K Marine forces, and 200K Ground forces from the mainland, a which was the biggest amount of troops sent across the ocean to participate in a foreign war since the World Wars that had taken place on Feng's Global alignment. This was only possible due to a ceasefire being agreed upon with Pillowlandia, which allowed Feng to send the majority of it's forces to prepare for a potential invasion and there were fears that Asigna would invade Yue and force it to become subserviant to it, thus the Feng government authorized an act entitled The "Yue protection Act" which allowed the sending of vast amounts of forces to protect Yue which operated highly autonomously and had a small army for it's size(Roughly 280K Total, with 60K Navy, 40K Air, and 180K Ground Forces). Feng positioned the troops sent from mainland Feng in primarily in Taiwan(60K Ground forces and 30K Marines, plus 100K Naval Forces), Central Vietnam(120K Ground forces and 30K Marines, and 150K Naval forces) with the remnants of the forces sent from Feng spread out thinly throughout the country, which was already quite peaceful and though an invasion by Asigna was considered realistically possible, they decided to take their chances and not send more troops from Mainland Feng due to Feng's current geopolitical situation in it's homeland.

The mastermind of this campaign was a Chinese Feng by the name of Cheng Liao, a well known General from Feng who specialized in Naval warfare and Amphibious assaults despite being in control of a Ground force, and was also skilled at Guerrilla warfare. At this moment, the General was awaiting a communique from the Empire of Nihon, and sipping his tea.

OOC: Yes a ton of exposition and no dialogue, I just needed to get my IC situation set up. If there are any questions, mistakes, contradictions, etc. contact me about it via discord or TG.

by **Philippine bayan** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:24 am

All over the nation, Philippine bayan

The broadcasted school massacres by communists,
igniting public anger and vengeance for war

Truly indeed, now was high time for the war lobby in the bayan, especially for private weapons contractors and other private beneficiaries who were making buckets of money due to heavy investments in the war effort. Never before had they had the perfect excuse to increase production for public anger was now at an all time high.

Sadly, in the attacks, the Malacanang palace's facade and gardens were destroyed, 120 KK officers died in the surprise attacks but the ones who took the brunt of the attacks were civilians, especially since the attacks happened on rush hour all over the bayan from Manila to Bucharest. The school attacks also were followed by executions of students, mostly college and senior high students amounting to 1,000+ in both UPD and ADZU. 6,000 civilians were said to be killed elsewhere, mostly in the bridge collapse in Bucharest which also influenced surrounding structures which were now aging and dilapidated, to catch fire and spread across the Romanian capital. In Manila, once the gunshots were heard, the local KK office of the National Capital region became immediately alarmed, as did the Hukbo as thermal seeking camera systems which worked side by side with sound detecting cameras and temperature detecting systems for temperature regulatory infrastructure by the GS (infrastructural built to prevent another Hayagriva or any other attempt to destabilize the bayan successfully) was able to detect the gunshot fired as unauthorized in nature and was not a product of weapons that are formally tagged under the guardian system and the overall merits system to which the bayan is now strictly abiding to. From the KK's main capital kor, Numerous KK kampanyas quickly raced to surround the 3 main points in Manila that were being held under siege by the communist scum who dared to strike, kill innocents and endanger the will, rights and harmony treasured by the people to which the bayan so sacredly upholds. 3 kampanyas raced down to quickly surround the Kirishinan embassy but they would stop within 300 meters and create a wide ranging cordon before the entire area was gassed with a rainbow colored smoke screen, under which they proceeded in evacuating any civilian from the area (not before they are thoroughly searched by the Aklan-KK) as the KK officers in the cordon positions are taking charge of defense in and out of the cordon. There would be no negotiation for the order was to "kill every intruder alive". Just like the enemy, the KK is well familiar with the tactics of using Bullet proof shields as phalanxes but unlike the enemy, the KK had more access to high technology equipment such as being able to conceal themselves completely behind bullet proof shields and only needing to shoot a gun on small chutes where they would use laser pointers and helmet mounted IR sights to identify the enemy without having to compromise the safety of their heads should they have the need to look at the enemy with their own eyes exposing them to the line of fire of their adversaries.

One of the KK kampanyas, from the 11th infantry platoon then activated a D-2 Lamok drone, a solar powered helicopter electric drone with an operational time of at least 5 hours in combat. The drone then buzzed 500 meters, above the Kirishinan embassy, well above the effective firing range of the inferior Ak-47s of the red scum. The drone, though semi autonomous in flight, is being guided with remote controls from a truck that is helping identify, using its IIR sights, which of the IIR human shaped anomalies is the enemy, complete with satellite grade quality video feeds capable of zooming into a face from 5,000 feet. Coupled with GS uplink sensors on the ground, 300 armed targets were immediately identified in the area. The operator did final checks to ensure that not any friendly forces, Kirishinan or Filipino will be identified as a target when the drone starts sniping down its enemies.

Using advanced weapons trajectory calculators that takes windspeed, currently GPS positioning relative to the targets, the the Lamok then began taking shots, of 39mm on each soldier, with a ten second interval between each shot beginning first with the armed ones on the vehicles. With all these electronics in their side, the kill rate will be inevitable very high. Concurrently, the KK took their shots as well, as snipers took position on the highest buildings around the area, pretty common since it was in the middle of the Manila metropolis, one of the densest known conglomeration of sky scrapers in the world, second only to Manhattan. There will be no doubt this embassy fiasco will be over in less than a day. This 'revolution' is a total joke, the KK agents remarked. The same tactics were applied elsewhere in places where attacks happened on a similar scale.

Little did the enemy also knew, the methods to which they carried out these attacks did not make them seem like the liberators nor revolutionaries that they want themselves to be viewed as, rather, they made an impression that is way off from what they had intended. They, after all these killings of civilians, bombings, massacres of students, made themselves look like nothing but terrorist scum worthy of a cruel and merciless punishment.

Out of all the attacks, it was the massacre of the students, followed by the Bucharest attacks were condemned with the most outrage. Some people at first were quick to accuse it on separatists but quickly withdrew their statements online as the terrorists declared themselves to be communists in radio broadcasts that were quickly shut down by spot jamming on the UP's rudimentary broadcast system.

Never before had the people been driven closer to the idea of love for war as a method of revenge, not even the hayagriva had the same effect as Timente was not as well supported as he was now. Thanks to these attacks, Timente's warnings that the nation was under siege by barbaric forces was now widely believed. The population now had the thirst for blood of whoever killed these so many people, war on the collaborators, war on the traitors, war to avenge those who have died.

People linked to the attacks being arrested

As soon as the attacks were being dealt with, Timente gave a vengeful order to put close to 5,000 people to custody for their suspected links to the attacks. Raids were conducted all over the bayan in a scale never seen before since the nation wide drug war during the Duterte administration. Not even the aftermath of the so-called "Hayagriva" could compete to the sheer scale of arrests all over the nation, all of which were conducted with warrants issued by the Supreme court, who themselves had been hell bent on supporting this war against communism, despite their wide ranging political makeup from justices who are known to be vocal critics of the Asigna party to those who are Timente's appointees in the court. The warrants were produced targeting those people who had been under the police's watch list from the start due to their suspected links to terrorism, violence, the black market and any other sector that could potentially be of aid to the communist infiltrators and any other brazen group who will attempt to do the same in the bayan.

Throughout the bayan, in response to the attacks, numerous political figures, celebrities and other influential people had called for a "list center" where the people would submit their own links of people they suspect are aiding communism and other affiliated groups threatening the security of the bayan. In her own territories, Princess Farjana had made sweeping arrests on her own court which cut the size of the royal government by nearly 1/4. Among the charges that the Sulu princess had used were terrorism, treason and corruption, but many people thought it was only the princess's way of consolidating power in her domain and eliminate rivals to the throne. Supported by several Islamic clerics and emboldened by Timente's anti communist movement, the princess now decided it was high time to show her subjects that she was a tough leader as well. Everyone supported the sweeping purges and arrests done all over the bayan as a method of restoring order lost during Terten's downfall and in the latest SWS survey, it was reported that 78% of people "felt safe" as a result of the government's latest actions. The Sulu princess, who was at first a critic of the Timente administration, had even said that she was beginning to respect the current punong regardless of his rumored animosities with the Islamic religion. Everyone throughout the bayan was united not under Timente's words, but in hate of the enemy and love for the Philippine flag.

"As soon as these armed men have been captured, take them alive if you can." Timente barked in his office fiercely with veins forming in his neck as he angrily commanded. "Hang them in the Luneta! Choke them in the garrote! Behead them with a guillotine... any method that could horrify those who want to walk the same path as these animals."

But the KK were worried they would not get anyone alive out of this and it will end just like last time when the CCM supressed the Hayagriva attacks in a single day, all ending with the remaining attackers committing suicide.

The punong however was not so much threatened by the attacks and had downplayed it citing the enemy's lack of respectable weapons to sustain a long "revolution" and them existing in the turf of an enemy clearly superior in logistics and pretty much everything else in all aspects.

As soon as Timente had posted the said message on Punch and twitter, thousands of people immediately flocked to the city centers amidst the crossfire and the stray bullets falling from above to rally in support of Timente and to defy the communists' actions. In Metro Manila, the area around the EDSA shrine was filled to the brim with people who brought all kinds of political paraphernalia that they had kept since the 2041 elections such as banners and posters supporting Terten's election campaign for president and Timente's campaign for vice president to support the Asigna party as well as makeshift posters decrying the communists as "traitors" and "Unfilipino" much to Timente's delight. While the sound of the crossfire in the metropolis was loud, the people tried to counter the sounds of the bullets with chants of "TIMENTE! TIMENTE! TIMENTE!" that were intensifying with each second that had passed. However, the rally was not limited to Timente supporters since even those who had been vocal supporters of other parties such as the opposition party, the Liberal conservative party, indigenous peoples, the Catholic church, other religious minorities, Filipino half breeds as well as an organization of tourists who had been naturalizing for Filipino citizenship had joined the rally but instead of joining the rallying cry of Timente's supporters, had instead, sang the national anthem in opposition to what was condemned as an "illegal coup".

The young shaggy haired punong meanwhile kept on grinning as he saw the news of EDSA being filled to the brim with a lot of people heeding his call to protest against the coup. He didn't care who had made up the rally, whether they supported him or not as all that mattered to him now was getting his message to the communists that they had not yet quit and to the people that this was clear evidence that the communists were indeed monsters who needed to be crushed without mercy and regret, along with the people who support them the slightest bit. Observing the expressions of the people on television, man, woman, youth, the elderly, the LGBT and any other people who made up the Filipino society, Timente knew that the people were very angry at what had happened. This rally was not driven by mere protest and disapproval, but sheer anger at the savagery of the attacks all over the bayan. The news of reluctant children being killed in cold blood in Zamboanga had effectively infuriated the populace to the point of no return. There was now rumors that this attack, if it were to be treated as a terrorist attack just like Timente's social media posts insist, it will be the deadliest terrorist attack in history.

Timente, after having spent the last few minutes resting his cheek on his right hand thinking, had then finally come to the conclusion that now was the perfect time to step up their war against communism, to step up the war for the bayan and in turn, step up to win the battle of domination in the planet. The mere thought had him squeal and slap the thigh of his secretary in delight who in turn was only vaguely aware as to why the punong could be so happy when this situation was more detrimental to the war effort than it was a thing worth becoming a laughing matter. The punong kept chuckling knowing that whatever was planned should be kept all to himself. If only they knew.

At first, Timente hesitated to join the rally citing his fears of communists using his attendance as an opportunity to assassinate him and use his death as pro-communist propaganda but after confirmations that the extent at which the rally was, which was from Ortigas center to Santolan, a massive rally indeed, Timente then declared that he had decided to use this opportunity to "begin a field day".

With a Hawk attack copter, it flew from CGC towards the metro where it descended directly on the base of the EDSA shrine where he was greeted with a welcoming shriek of cheers and applause to his arrival. The faction among the rally which supported Timente intensified their chanting of his name until it reached a point when it was almost deafening.

As soon as the heel of his boot clicked loudly on the base of the monument, the crowd suddenly went silent. His secretary then gave him a microphone as the guards swiftly set up a speaker system which they pulled out of the attack helicopter. The people, though having mixed feelings about his entrance, was very amused at the cinematic nature of it. They were very interested at what he has to say now but it would delight them if it would help in solidifying their hatred against the communist scum that struck at their cheek.

"PEOPLE OF THE PHILIPPINES.... MABUHAY!" Timente gasped as he pumped a clenched fist in the air.

"MA-BU-HAY! MA-BU-HAY! MA-BU-HAY! MA-BU-HAY!" The people, or at least the part of the crowd that supported him thundered in a united chant.

"The communist have struck us in the right cheek! Wounding it! Salting the wound! Spat on it! Do we turn the left cheek?"

"HINDE!" (No!) A unified reply of anger was heard from the majority, with some abstaining from replying at all.

"This is not a normal attack.... For such an attack cannot come without any funding from the outside. This is a foreign funded attack, an animalistic crusade by our honorless enemies."

Concurrently, around 200 homes were now burnt to ashes in Bucharest before the local fire protection department had declared a "fire out" but the battle for the administrative building was raging on. The enemy had clearly under estimated the strength of the Aklan-KK, pathetic as it may seem, but for the meantime, as the bridge had indeed effectively cut off reinforcements from entering the administrative building on immediate notice, the KK fought back and back until they were pushed all the way to the 49th floor, just one floor before the office of Gobernador Basanes, whom in turn, was at her dressing room, putting own her most opulent gown before arming herself with a bullet proof vest and a Dangan brand RPG. Meanwhile, In the ceiling height, 3 Corsaires from the 91st C group zoomed above the administration building, each dropped 10 precision napalm dispensers on the positions of the external cordon in an effort to eliminate resistance from what is coming next.

"WE NEED....to squash them like pests, poison them like rats! BURN THEM LIKE COCKROACHES! Treat them like the dirt that they are."

No longer waiting for an answer if the enemy had been eliminated by the Napalm attack, 3 Fast movers began dropping an entire reconnaissance battalion to clear the building. The paratroopers were tasked to land above the helipad or the balconies of the administrative in groups of 5 building before they would began scouting through the building's interior.

"After an immediate intelligence briefing, all fingers point to Burma, where the communists use it as their base to launch attacks in the region. In this country, Jose Marie Sison has fled to it after finding its communist regime is a safe haven for it. It's time we come to Burma once more, but this time, to purify it of the animals that are responsible for this atrocity as well as extinguish their kind. Through this sacrifice our children can live peacefully, our children will be thankful for us!"

As soon as Basanes got the GS radio message that the recon team had come to save her, she began activating the traps of the building which were similar in nature to Timente's remotely activated traps on all his personal structures. The hallways were intruders were at immediately shut down by air tight carbonized and composite shockproof steel gates, isolating the enemy from the other parts of the building before the air on the enclosed hallways were filled with Tabun gas. The enemy will definitely not survive. However, the recon team, now donning gas masks, continued to proceed towards the location of the isolated attackers, ready to engage them should they magically survive from the gassing one way or another. Indeed, Basanes agreed to herself, this method of purging the enemy was inhumane, but for the sake of keeping the bayan safe from this red scum, it had to be done so her conscience was completely clean.

Meanwhile, 3 more Lamok drones launched from the local KK positions surrounding the administrative building which the terrorists have bypassed without consideration for their potential role in thwarting this feeble attack attempt. The drones flew at 500 meters above the administrative building, well again, above the maximum effective firing range of the AK-47s of the enemy but this time, they were also armed with flares in order to have some semblance of protection against the enemy's soviet era IR seeking manpads. As soon as the Lamoks was now well above the enemy, it would begin sniping down those who were taking the crudely organized patrol positions while at the same time, the KK's recon team identified the frequencies being used by the enemy's command and control in order to jam it until the clearance operation was complete. There will now be no way, if the enemy was using some sort of communication to link the segmented attacking groups together, for the enemy to respond properly or at all knowing that the KK had just targeted their only possible means of coordinating their assault together. Again, just like the KK agents back at the metro had concluded, this revolution was indeed, a pathetic one.

"But make no mistake... This shall be no cake walk of a battle for the communists in Burma are not alone in their battles....."

Disclosure of military and classified governmental dispositions and secrets, a crime that had now been decided by the general national assembly, a council of all the parties in the bayan, was now punishable by death in an effort to protect the bayan's security. Eluide took extreme delight in this law as he now had a legal backing by the parliament to protect his operations from the need for disclosure to the public. Meier however, was even more happier as he knew it meant he no longer had any obligation to reveal the true nature of their military operations to the press who kept bothering them from time to time as soon as there was news that the Hukbo had just fire a shot, even if said shot was just from a training session. Aside from that, he smiled contently at the final stage of the preparations while sighing as he heard news of the development of certain "miracle weapons" canceled as they were deemed to be unfeasible such as a "powerful radio propagator capable of blinding enemy radar sites from one's homeland using the ionosphere", the weapon was deemed to be very impractical due to the nature of the ionosphere but nevertheless, he continued to place his hopes that the objectives of this conflict will be achieved without the need for such toys which is, on second thought, ridiculous in nature and will only provide more strain to the GS, which is currently undergoing expansion.

This morning, he drove to the dojo with a good mood looking forward for another day in training his colleagues for his little "self defense exercise" but on the middle of the armed convoy trip, Eluide's phone beeped loudly, a call from the briefing station of the office of the communications team, which was tasked to brief the chief of staff with the latest reports, especially if it is urgent.

The moment Eluide heard of the latest news, terrible news, Eluide's convoy made a sharp turn back into the HHQ.

The call he received had reported him grave news: Hundreds of university students dead, executed by communist forces while hundreds more were still being held hostage in the ADZU university.

It was grave news indeed, one that nearly made Eluide's heart stop. It's something that was so unrealistic because Zamboanga city's security was so tight, it's supposed to make it immune to a second Hayagriva, unless if this was a foreign funded and coordinated attack. Since it was communist, Eluide already had his immediate suspect:

Burma.

There is no other way for communists, even if they exist in the bayan and the rest of ASEAN, are simply too isolated from one another and too weak to even cause even an attack of 50 men with tight gun restrictions in the region and heavy anti communist sentiment. There was no way this was a false flag operation as well since this wasn't the style of the Kalihiman. Not even Timente, he thought, will think of something like this because he was more concerned about keeping the bayan as stable and peaceful as possible, and to orchestrate an attack like this doesn't help at all, and will shatter the semblance of safety to the general public to which Timente is trying so hard to keep.

Eluide, as soon as he met up with the rest of the HHC in the briefing room, a venue unused since the Vulkatan war, then directed:

"Commence operation holy fire."

Meanwhile, from the inner patrol group, deep sea forces school V-VII scattered themselves all over the Indian ocean beyond the point at the Andaman sea, yet well still within the range of the bayan's local ELF radio comm sources. Each of these submarines were armed with 2 M-4.5 and 2 MICAs with at most 3 torpedoes at their disposal, this was still enough to create an adequate response force against any large force threatening bayan security.

Burma had been the object of hate for the Hukbo and the bayan, mostly because it was their first major defeat against SACTO, who was now the bayan's fiercest enemy after all the treachery and betrayal they had done against it and their decision to shift their efforts from the wider anti communist movement towards the bayan, which is described as the prime anti communist power.

Henerals in and out of the HHC had long been planning for this day, the war of vengeance against Burma, to defeat the Martinezist threat, secure it from western influence trying to bring chaotic democracy (contrary to popular belief, the bayan does not like Burma to become a democracy at all) or an equally despicable reactionary Martinezist tyranny. The Hukbo had been holding back a counter attack because of the rise of communism right across its frontiers but decided not to, but now, it was declared that all gloves were off. Volunteer groups, those who were so keen on killing people who aided terrorists and the scum that threatened the tenets of modern civilization and humanity as a whole were now hastily organized by people themselves. Although these groups would fight alongside the Hukbo, were not controled by the Hukbo at all. They were the same as the Whiteshorian 'white' army who were armed to teeth and trained to shoot any communist on sight, a far cry from the incompetent men that they were known for during the Whiteshorian civil war period.

Everyone knew, unfortunately, that people will die in multitudes but this was long accepted as the sad reality of a crusade when the end, which is the destruction of an enemy, cleansing the future of any possibility of humanity being threatened by such barbaric forces justifies the cruelty of the present. This was expected to be a very long crusade with people using lies or twisted truths in their favor to win the battle of moralpolitik. Truth has always been the first casualty of war, but fighters had now enlightened themselves to not be swayed by any propaganda that would tempt them away from this very holy mission. This is now the battle to glorify the vilified blood of innocents and uninnocent soldiers who fought in this crusade.

It was a multinational volunteer front, with Thais, Bruneian, Indonesian, Malaysiyans, Australias, Arabic people, Romanians, Filipinos, Chinese, Burmese, American, Vietnamese, Indian, Russian, Turkic, European and other forces that were fighting side by side. A total of 30 paramilitary organizations with 1,000 people each, which were organized by staunchly anti-communist forces who recruited their members through the dark net. Although their efforts were largely crowdfunded through numerous websites poping out in the internet calling for people to donate whatever they can to aid in their war effort. In an effort to thwart corruption from these popular sponsorship programs, cash donations were heavily regulated, both by the public (ASEAN) and the private sector with expenses being publicized in the same websites for sponsors to be at constant relief that their donations were not simply wasted by those seeking to use this as a modus operandi for money laundering operations. Although they still needed to coordinate their efforts with the Hukbo, who was largely leading this operation due to their access to heavy firepower equipment. Due to the meager size of the volunteer forces and their lack of standardized uniforms (relying only on GS passive pulse uplinks to identify the unit locations), they were perfectly suited for the recon and other light special operations role. Some have already crossed the tenuous Thai-Burmese border but most decided they were not to cross the Thai border until the initial operations had been completed.

Already having intelligence from the scout rangers that are already deep within Burma since the day of the Burmese war (who were using solar powered cooking materials for cooking their subsistence rations and other game they had hunted in their biodiversifically rich Burmese jungle), the volunteers then began to harassing the Burmese dug in positions, the foxholes, with mortars using fire and maneuver tactics at a platoon level before completely fleeing. Their mission was simple, not to engage them in order annihilate their defenses, that would be the job of the later operations, but rather to become recon volunteers, identifying locations and approximate coordinates of concealed bunkers within a half kilometer margin of error. But they will stay well within Burma and decided to send in high amplitude and frequency pulse radio signals at differing frequencies coordinated between sender and receiver platforms that were designed to send text messages in Binary with special civilian grade GS encrypting machinery, that way, it would be much harder to triangulate their position for they would not be sending sustained radio messages as of the moment.

The scout rangers had long studied the nature of one of the Martinezist tunnels, they were designed to withstand sustained bombing and were being used both as bases to harass advance of conventional forces and as defenses networks but of course, the purification forces (as the anti-Burmese forces came to be known due to their self declared mission, as described by volunteers to "cleanse Burma of its evil impurities and make the nation clean once again") had other plans and it was going to be revealed on the next round of action but for now, at least they now knew what they were up against.

The purification of Burma was to begin with the outraged and fiery rallying of the forces that will be doing it "PURIFY BURMA!", a term that was coined by the Burmese volunteers who argued that Burma, their homeland, was a damaged nation that was already too broken and corrupted to be fixed with peaceful and conventional means and the only way it can be saved is by purifying it, to destroy the nation corrupted by tyrannical elements of communism, Martinezism and separatism and rebuilding it from scratch based on better foundations than what the British had left it with.

"Along with the communists, other terrorists cooperating with them, largely control the area. They and their backers have proven themselves to be unreasonable and incapable of diplomacy, a solution we have again and again tried but sadly failed."

To the declaration of the POD's "annexation" of Burma as a colony, the HHC gave a lot of consideration immediately searching for all kinds of intel about their presence in Burma. Luckily, as for the moment, there were none, but it was still a grave threat to their campaign, most notably since the Hukbo was attempting to do this with the most minimum equipment possible in order to reduce their visibility in the battlefield and from the enemy's sights. But the Hukbo found it to be funny that they tolerated the colonialism of one power and condemned the other. Politics was the best dirty word that could explain why this was the case.

"So there could be no cooperation with them. But we don't need them. SACTO has been there for a long time now already and they themselves still are unable to wipe out these animals. What the FUCK is wrong with these soft idiots they can't even do their jobs properly as anti communists. They could no be trusted with this job anymore for they don't even know what to do!"

Meanwhile, back at the ministry of foreign affairs building, the new foreign ministress, Christine Gonzales, then contacted Arata's office through phone ready to give a happy report that the Kirishinan embassy clearance operation was being finished without any casualties and that Kirishima had nothing to worry about.

"We will no longer wait. For waiting for SACTO to defeat communism is like waiting for a goose's egg to turn golden. You know my friends, when it comes to things like these, i'm the kind of leader that does not like to wait.....Because if we wait for these idiots to finish a job that they couldn't even do properly for the last many months when we have achieved total destruction of a communist uprising in Bahtar in just a few days, then magkakadisgrasya tayo. (There will be just more attack that would come.)"

Satcon, fieldcon and OTH con was not enough, for the PF to begin the later part of their operations, there needed to be precise coordinates to help the PF save their long ranged ammunition. From, Chang Mai and Bangkok 10 reconnaissance Corsaires from the 33rd-35th and 31st-33rd C groups took off and began scouting at near maximum speed of mach 2, at a very high 19,000 meters taking significant intel about the immediate presence of SAMs, surface defenses utilizing EM signals. It primarily flew on the towns of He Ho, Loilem, Tavoy, Myeik, KawThaung and Meiktila where, just like Riysan method, would seek to arouse the enemy's EM using defense systems hence revealing them. The primary purpose of this mission was primarily to get supplemental recon intel to aid existing materials the PF already possesses. Patrols were now going to be regular from this point on.

Knowing the enemy does not possess much of SAM defense apart from MANPADs which can easily be countered by numerous countermeasures already outfitted in the Corsaires, due to their reliance on ground based infrastructure to protect them and hide their defenses forces, the recon team then gave the PF a go signal to attack.

"Kaya ayokong ayoko talagang maghintay. Mas mabuti nalang tayo nalang mismo gumawa nitong trabaho (That's why i hate waiting, it's much better if we do this job ourselves) rather than stake our lives and safety on these so-called anti-communists."

With the bayan's new M-4.5, all of Burma is certainly within striking range of the bayan now ensuring that a lot of platforms, not only those based on Thailand will have a high time in particpating in Burma's purification as a nation, to kick out the Un-Asian forces of Martinezism and communism which has terrorized not only the bayan, but the rest of the world for so long. From all kinds of launchers, the Astutes and the Astelas based in the Gulf of Thailand, Andaman sea and the Melacca strait, as well as platforms based in Sumatra and Malaysia began firing a total of 200 M-4.5s as well as another 200 Kh-55s on targets that were considered to be of military significance all over Burma and the border. As soon as they are launched, would cruise at a very high altitude, higher than the range of most interceptor missiles. The 100 impacted the determined location of the dug in Martinezist rebel forces and 50, hit Rangoon where it hit the power stations, the harbor in order to render it unusable by enemy forces arriving by boat, bridges that are immediately connecting Rangoon to the rest of Burma forcing the enemy to take the long route north if they wish to evacuate the city. All of the warheads used were thermobaric in nature in order to maximize the damage extending it down to the enemy's tunnel systems. With pressurized thermobaric gas being able to seep in through the smallest cracks, the enemy will inevitably still burn even when they are hiding underneath their bunker systems. For those who are in the target list, there will be only little chances for escape as once the 4.5's hit within 50 kilometers of their targets in order to surpass the capability of any point defense systems to react, if the Burmese even have one, would proceed towards the terminal speed of mach 5 offering the enemy little time to react, if they could even react at all. EDRF jamming would activate within the terminal range heavily saturating the enemy's detection and communication frequencies with false targets and high amplitude noise rendering the enemy in an electronic sense, blind and death against what is coming for them. IIR seekers would not be the viable option against these missiles as the mere shape of the missile, with their hidden intakes hiding the internal high temperature parts such as the combustion processes inside, is designed to reduce their overall infrared signature. The enemy will only have prayer for miracles in their disposal as a defense against these missiles.

The second 100 would once again impact the border defenses to ensure that they are out for good, offering a good shake in the earth causing collapse to poorly built tunnels and inevitably causing the border of Thailand and Burma to temporarily appear bright yellow from space due to the fires created by the missile attacks on the border. The enemy's tunnel systems will not survive, or at least the people inside them. If the first round was estimated to be enough to burn the people inside these tunnels alive, the second round is said to be enough to collapse these tunnels for good.

With this single round of attack, Burma will surely shudder and jolt as a nation.

"Why was this so? They, SACTO, haven't really fought any communist for the last 3-5 months, or if not, in all of her existence, and if they did, they couldn't even do it properly and would rather turn their weapons to unsuspecting innocent people like us. If they did fought communists, karamihan palpak! (mostly failures!) Maybe they had a few successful operations as a coalition pero karamihan ay palpak! (but still, most of their battles are failures), costly, costly failures. They have fought but have never ever defeated nor erased a single communist country from the face of this earth, even if they had acted as a coalition."

The people cheered in approval.

"So now, we take the reins of battle in Burma whether they like it or not. No more talking, no more trusting because after all, that's what they want right? However, we do have this to say to them: If they dare stand in our way in this crusade, this operation against the animals, the demons, they will be killed as well as collaborators of these red animals."

Amidst the ongoing crossfire, 2 Kors of the Aklan-KK as well as 2 Kors from the reserve Hukbo army were then transferred to Thailand and Malaysia in order to aid in the effort of the war in Burma. Meanwhile, the final 150 bombarded the Napyidaw, the capital of the communist territories in Burma, this time targeting ammunition depots, all sources of radio as detected in earlier flights, most especially the sources of the psychopathic and paranoid broadcasts by General Tun Yi. Along the targets were also positions of armed men.

Once the strikes were done, all the bayan's GS platforms were now on high alert in anticipation for retaliatory strikes on the homeland. However, for the Hukbo, this was not actually the operation itself, but rather, just the beginning and as Eluide describes it: "a dry run of their new weapons." also, this strike was meant to reveal the true nature of the enemy's defenses such as whether or not they had adequate defenses of a strike of the same or even greater caliber.

"There shall be no mercy for the vile disgusting scum who has dared to kill children without regret." Adriano cried as the crowd repeated his name over and over in massive unified chants. "There will be no mercy!"

by **Libraria and Ausitoria** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 7:11 am

Ravelin Gate, Winter Palace, Alexandria
Some days before or after any post so far

“It is generally Ausitorian practice, in situations where two sets of well-matched barbarians are attacking each other, to offer both sides every assistance short of help,” said the civil servant, a dark man in a dark suit in a dark corner.

“Quite,” replied his counterpart dryly, leaning back into the ferns and raising his eyes past the passageways to the ceiling several levels above, before his tablet alerted him to a currency swaption – he was, naturally, a businessman turned politician.

This was the tea-house of the Ausitorian establishment, some hundred meters square, capable of fitting several thousand people; a dense network of plants and benches where ideas passed between people; the plants being thick and sound-absorbent. Once a ravelin, it was now a vital cauldron by which the Ausitorian establishment could take every view into account, and thus simulate the entire democratic process at several thousand times the speed without too much inaccuracy. Even though very few people knew about its existence ("very few" being Ausitorian for less than a hundred thousand), the area was constantly swept for bugs.

“However, in this case, not all barbarians are created equal,” the civil servant continued.

“Alas,” replied the politician. “So what are our interests?”

“Almost none,” replied the civil servant, “except the opportunity to distract the Nihonese in a conflict which could last a thousand years, or at least a few months anyway. The current preferred option is to get the IFC Council to invent an opt-out armed neutrality, with those not opting-out agreeing to defend the rights of civilians and neutrals. Thus the barbarians fight in hell but the civilized can be kept safe. Ausitoria will abide by its promise to provide what support it thinks fit because it will be supporting the rights of the Bayan’s citizens, but we shall simultaneously punish their government – or rather, let someone else punish ‘em - for pissing off our dear ally Shazbotdom. You heard that they might have considered a nuclear strike?”

“Yeah,” replied the politician. “That would have set the dragon among the cats.”

He paused, then spoke up.

“You know, I think that the Nihonese might be turning into our attack dog.”

“Mmm?”

“They attack all our enemies, and they can’t attack us or our friends.”

“Hah, didn’t think of it like that. A neat assumption for the economic arbitrations, I suppose?”

“Yeah, simplifies the mess.”

“Indeed. Anyway, I should go, I’ve got two admirals waiting for me under the pineapple tree... trying to work out how many of these new-fangled carriers we actually need.”

“Better you than me. Good luck – and thanks!”

“See you!”

And off they went in different directions.

by **Whiteshore** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 7:23 am

Official Communique of the Republic of Acadia

The Republic of Acadia fiercely CONDEMNS the act of barbarism committed by these Communist terrorists where 6,000 innocent lives were lost. Even though we are a Socialist country, we fiercely believe that the only path to socialism is through peaceful change, not terrorism and violence. The Acadian government will cooperste with the Bayan in stamping out these terrorists. Mabuhay!

by **Asigna** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 8:00 am

O P I N I O N

What should be done in chaotic Burma

BY JULIE ANN GADAYAN

Original article

President Adriano Timente in EDSA during the
anti terror rally. Recently, the president had just declared the
beginning of anti terrorist operations in Burma in an effort
to correct "SACTO's shortcomings" in their own war which has
made the latest terror attacks in the bayan possible.

Much of the Timente administration has been relatively quiet with the president vowing to make a change in our foreign policy direction to a more isolationist stance. Despite this, the bayan still finds itself widely under attack by forces it had tried to make peace against such as communism and a purported anti communist movement.

Our nation had been long bombarded with lies and comments that it has been the bad guy all along such as how our crusade to liberate Palestinians from Christian Maronite genocidal oppression has been misinterpreted as colonization, how our liberation of Sunni oppression from socialist Houthi lead oppression was interpreted as colonization despite Yemen being incorporated into the bayan through the people's own free will and desire for military protection against anyone who wishes further subjugation and how our liberation of Romania from communism was against treated as an invasion. Contrary to popular belief my friends, truth as it seems is the first casualty in the war of the bayan by the alliance that has betrayed it to which the bayan is responsible for its founding. Morality has been heavily twisted through our enemy's monopoly over numbers but quality, information wise, has never been in their favor. Contrary to what they want people to believe, there has never been any forced change in culture by the bayan on Yemen, who freely practices a sultanate form of government under Sultan Omar Sadek by popular vote for Yemen to become an Islamic elective monarchy and theocracy. The bayan also strictly follows the Muslim law not to allow non Muslim soldiers to be stationed in the region for long so to respect the sacredness of the peninsula of Muhammad to which the bayan willfully understand as it has its own Muslim culture that contributes to its own beauty as well through our Bangsamoro brothers. But the bayan has been clearly the victim of politicized and sensationalized lies that are too loud to even be separated from the truth. To loud to be ignored and are produced at a rate so fast that one would not have the time to distinguish truth from lie before it is forced to swallow another lie.

But let's face it, now, it is hard to believe SACTO's lies amidst the fact that the bayan itself has once again found itself targeted by forces to which it has long battled against, true and true communism that flies the red flag of the hammer and the sickle and worships the internationale. Despite its riskiness, the bayan has still confirmed that it will once again begin military operations in Burma to avenge the barbarism of the attacks that has been the result of Cuscatlan's inability to control the communist threat that is threatening to grow once again through Burma.

Martinezism creates failed nations

Burma, contrary to what Cuscatlani propaganda claims, is actually a democratic nation since the rise of Au San Suu Kyi as state counselor but the nation fell into the dark trap that plagues destabilized nations today. Once Martinezism is installed in a nation, it spreads like a cancer on a society corrupting some of its members to become uncooperative asocial forces that want constant warfare and rebellion against what they view to be part of their criteria of what is a "civilization of death". Sadly, the Martinezist ideal was only built to fit societies that are like those of South America whose culture is built to support a sustained Martinezist regime for long periods of time. But a mixture of ignorance and arrogance had lead Martinez and the succeeding Caudillios to believe that its ideology is fit for world exportation. We all know what happens to regimes that try to export their own ideologies; they fail to do so after failing to acknowledge that cultures of nations everywhere are different from one another and the divide will stay in this ever heterogeneous world. This is the Martinezist issue: they start a revolution in some country, fail to totally bring order, are rejected by the populace after finding it to be too distasteful to their own lifestyles that are incompatible with the Martinezist ideal that claims the western Abrahamo centric ideal fits everywhere and therefore, are overtaken by other "better" ideologies such as communism, which is in essence a terrible and failed ideology if history is to become our witness in the court of truth.

When a proper solution is introduced, by then it will be too late for Martinezist insurgencies are often backed by ignorant backers who think their efforts will lead to a successful revolution. The medicine will be constantly rejected by quack doctors who insist that they should be the ones treating the sick instead.

What was the result? Not a successful Martinezist regime that has brought order to our regional neighbor but a failed state in Asia suffering from an extremely high poverty rate, constant warfare, negative population growth, extreme hunger despite its natural resources, numerous black market players popping in and widespread lawlessness all over. The nation has become, as a result of Cuscatlani and SACTO backed actions, a failed brutalized state that is the perfect breeding ground for extremist ideologies like communism.

From a domestic standpoint, nothing can save Burma now for the bearers of the medicine have either fled or been killed in the crossfire leaving the lost among the populace to be confused about who to follow despite the choices are only a matter of choosing the lesser of true evils than actually finding the right choice. Morality has been utterly destroyed in Burma.

The solution: A war lead by us, but a political transition independently lead by the Burmese themselves

The bayan has long been hesitating from the conflict for reasons that it may be victimized by even more lies by the SACTO propaganda machinery and also because it doesn't want to stir things up even more. But our inaction has only lead to us being harmed even more that gives us only one viable choice left: Action.

There are already numerous Burmese people in the bayan who are activists for the rebirth of a democratic Burma, but this time, unmolested by the corrupt destabilizing and problematic ideology of Martinezism. The bayan itself shall not play a role in deciding the kind of government the Burmese will take because it seem that the nation's best and the brightest are perfectly capable of looking for the answers themselves. History has shown that nations which had not been spoon fed with help all the time but rather have risen structurally on their own accord have become great nations who are able to build their own original reputations for themselves. Carbon copies and wannabees don't get much attention from history as those who had been the avant gardes in their own field.

However, that doesn't mean that the bayan should exclude their own role in any field. We may help the Burmese in this struggle but not from the political or social standpoint but rather from a military and pragmatic standpoint in which our role in Burma will not be a matter of pressing our own opinions but rather wiping out forces and terminating the possibilities of the nation being used by corrupt elements as a platform or a springboard to harm innocents just like how it is right now.

We will not be the invaders nor will we be liberators. It is up to the Burmese people to assess what our role will be in their history from a socio cultural standpoint but it is inevitable that we will have to fight to protect not them with what we know, but us.

In the short run, this war is about us, our safety and our security and putting those responsible for the barbaric attack against us to justice. But ultimately, the future of Burma will be about the Burmese. Not about us.

by **The Unified Isles** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 9:25 am

Blue Section, 185 Reconnaissance Squadron
25 Kilometres above Java
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The black-painted, sleek hulls of the Isle'ish aircraft were almost indistinguishable from the night sky. Only the bright cockpit lights of Blue Section, 185 Reconnaissance Squadron made the three high-altitude reconnaissance craft stand out. The Squadron Commander himself, Jackson Hayes, had taken command of this sortie. The first sortie in this years Campaign against the Bayan. A Campaign that had already been nicknamed "Leighton's Golden War", in reference to "Horatio's Golden War", a major campaign of the Royal Army some 150 Years ago. Logically, if Hayes had the option to take part in such a prestigous flight, he couldn't restrain himself from participating in it.

The mission of Blue Section was simple enough: Take photographs of Filipino SAM Sites on Java so that the Guided-Missiles of the Navy's submarines could destroy them, followed by a massive onslaught of Fighter-Bombers destroying what remained on that pesky little island. There were only two little faults in this plan: Firstly, and mostly to the concern of Hayes, the mission could entirely be a suicide mission. The planes were flying in about twenty kilometres height, and were relatively hard to spot on a radar thanks to their hull design, which meant their were out of danger by SAMs and Interceptors mostly. Mostly was maybe good enough for any person in the hastily assembled "Army of the Phillipines High Command", but it made Hayes definitly feel uncomfortable. His wingmen didn't had these issues. Leftenant McBride never had a combat sortie, and Cornet Mielcarek had barely any experience to speak about. Luckily, the weren't rambling about random bullshit like some junior fighter pilots would do. The Air Reconnaissance Corps always had a reputation for it's discipline.

"Blue Section, prepareeth for a hand fan formation. Blue-Two, fifteen degrees to the West, Blue-Three, fifteen degrees to the East. Approve ?", "Approve" rang the voice of the Wingmen in unison. The hand fan maneouver would be made to improve their coverage of the ground. "On mine commandment !", "Three-Two-One-Tally-Ho". Blue-2 and Blue-3 left the Delta formation in a perfect maneuvre. "Goodie", remarked Hayes, "Now everybody on his own. Godspeed, Blue"

by **Asigna** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 10:10 am

Sadly for the enemy, their end will be quicker than imagined. Communist sympathizers. That's what the recon team based in Java had thought, as well as the registered Indonesian volunteers in the area as the alarms immediately sounded into action. Everyone was still unified in anger against the barbaric communist attacks to which students were killed without mercy and regret and they were willing to tag anyone that was bent on sabotaging their efforts in Burma as "pro communist". In the bayan, whatever intelligence agency that was responsible for the coordinating Islandic efforts will be fired immediately due to their sub standard approach to things. Everyone knew, unless if the nation of the Unified Isles wasn't paying attention at all, that the GS operated powerful detection platforms scattered in the island with an amplitude intensified by special powerplants that allow them to operate in a power that is very high non stop and that was offering them the ability to see in a unified wide band skyward and sea ward as a unified eye for point defense systems and ships approaching in the horizon coordinated by a system with a gating program to distinguish between true and false targets. Even worse for the Islanders, the wideband included high amplitudes numerous detection bands such as S bands towards the microwave level (unless if there were communications in the area, to which was not the case at this point), hence despite the Islander's best efforts to counter act the radar with their overused tricks of people attempting stealth through the shape of their aircraft. Despite this low detection rate of certain platforms that were giving off the bands operating at VHF, the enemy had compensated for them perfectly by using low speed and heavily subsonic aircraft making them literally flying ducks ready to be shot and served during the hunt season.

The radar returns had then been identified by the recon team as it was quickly processed by the GS.

"Islandic aircraft." One of the operators concluded as the GS had their eyes on the aircraft of their allies and former allies during the OSAN years which sadly came to an end due to whatever reason.

"What a big surprise." Another one sarcastically commented.

"Prepare to dot foe targs." The operator declared in acknowledgement to the beginning of the automated processes of the local units' AA systems which were highly autonomous in nature as it was operating on a KYPOD doctrine.

Immediately, the GS prepared the appropriate air defenses that were adequate for dealing with this kind of threat. SU-400s from several anti air Kampanyas were immediately activated at the locations which were ahead of the calculated trajectories of the aircraft. To which, 48N6DM were immediately armed and ready utilizing VHF passive seekers for this mini endeavor, enabling a lock on at the enemy aircraft despite their "stealth" measures. 12 were fired, each traveling at Mach 6 ensuring that the enemy will be hit before they even know it. 1 was estimated to be enough to terminate these low speed pseudo stealth aircraft and their vertical operational limit is far beyond what these aircraft are flying at right now making them well within the desired striking range of the missiles. The enemy will definitely not survive.

As the missiles were fired, other missiles were also armed as they prepared to fire should the aircraft magically survive this little operation which is by nature, suicide, the operators then prepared to file a report for the day.

The enemy wanted to open pandora's box in hopes that it will do good to them. They were successful in opening it but sadly, the contents of Pandora's box only did more harm than any good to them.

by **New Roma Republic** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 11:05 am

Imperial Office
Temporary Caesar Residence
New Rome, Imperial Republic of New Rome
The Caesar leaned forward with interest at the news on one of the televisions in her office. She was within her first few days in office, and already the situation in the Bayan had grown interesting. The international news networks were running breaking news out of the Bayan. Her intelligence people didn't have much to go off of at this point, other than that far-left forces were rising up against the Asigna government. And even better, there was chaos breaking out in Romania. Smiling, she picked up the phone, and dialed the IIA Director. "Pompilius Seneca here. You watching the news, ma'am?" He didn't need to ask who had called, only she had access to that particular phone.

"Yes, that's why I called you. I want you to send some agents into Romania ASAP. Get in contact with the rebels, and offer them help."

"Ma'am, what about the plan we have in store?"

"Begin supporting the rebels, we'll still invade. Offer that to the rebels along with medical supplies, weapons, the works."

"Yes Ma'am"

Imperial Intelligence Agency
New Rome, IRNR
Godsdamn Seneca thought as he leaned back. Arming rebels is a tricky job, especially when you want to make their nation a part of your own. But, Seneca did like a good challenge. He called the Deputy Directors of Intelligence and Operations into his office (DDI-Manius Marianus/DDO-Valentinianus Lucius). They would have to rearrange some things, but they'll make it work. A few minutes later, the two men walked in. "Please sit" he motioned to two chairs in front of his desk.

"Romania?" asked the DDI. The DII (Director, Imperial Intelligence) nodded.

"The Caesar wants operatives in with the rebels. We can use them to destabilize the current regime, making it all the more easy for us to get in. Valentin," the DDO looked up "who can you spare for the mission?"

Lucius thought for a second and said "Appius Quintilianus, from SOG. He already has experience as a Slav from previous missions. He knows the language well enough to pass unnoticed. His partner is Aelianus Nerva, who is very capable as an operative, but he's young."

"We'll need more than just SOG" pointed out the DDI.

"Naturally. I'm going to assign Junia Verginia, Longina Titiana, and Glaucia Agrippa to this as well. They're all intelligence officers with field experience. Good ones too. I can get them ready to go in a few days time."

"Very good" replied the DII. "We'll get them in country through civilian air flights, non direct from here. Manius, get your people to make Romania their top priority. Anything else?" The two shook their heads. "Good, you're both dismissed. Make it so."

by **Kustgebied** » Sun Aug 28, 2016 11:31 am

Meeting of the Council of Ministers
Sterbolwerk, Kustgebied

“This is a situation of great importance to the entirety of the economy, the people, and the government – if we support Asigna, we back a trustworthy ally in the progressive cause, yet also make an enemy out of many friends and present ourselves as an open enemy to the Santiago Anti-Communist Treaty Organisation,” began Cathelijne Mondeel, Secretary of Foreign Affairs for the Kustburger Republic and therefore the appropriate representative to the Council of Ministers.

“That is presenting it as if we have not already made ourselves open enemies to Cuscatlan, Nihon, Quirina, the Common Territories, Bolrieg, Inyursta, et cetera. There is no need to side with either the Asignans or the Anti-Communists and their respective allies; we can instead continue a policy of armed neutrality and a splendid isolation from war,” said Mathies Albersen, Secretary of War. “While our economy shall boom and grow as we sell goods and armaments to the opposing sides, no mothers or fathers shall attend the funeral of their child, nor shall husbands or wives attend the funeral of their spouse.”

“A practical approach to a bloodbath. The rumours of the Coalition considering nuclear strikes on Asigna during their little problems and skirmishes with one another are quite terrifying.”
“That the Coalition would consider using nuclear weapons or that Asigna can be considered an appropriate target by the Coalition for such strikes?”

“A mixture of both seems like an accurate answer.”

“And so we’ve decided on an accurate course of action? Very well, we’ll need the Federal Council, same goes as for the Chamber of Deputies. They’ll be pleased enough that we aren’t declaring war on either Clark Green or Santiago, neutrality will definitely be approved.”

“Excellent. Cheers to a neutral and prosperous Republic, eh? Seems appropriate, in one session we’ve managed to divert the idea of war within the month away from the list of ‘possible courses of action’”.

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