Between Ice and a Cold Place [MT, OPEN]

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

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To: Ministry of Foreign Affairs or Equivalent, The Green Union
From: Henricus Maro, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, The Republic of Altos and Stratis
Subject: Re: Trade and Investment Ties

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We are ecstatic that you accepted our request for a meeting, and we will begin making preparations. However, we must inform you of a complication, our fleet of Gulfstreams have been grounded for inspections and maintenance following a deadly crash. Which is not expected to be completed for some time. Because of this, we will be sending our delegation on a C-17, If this is not acceptable we can make other arrangments.

Sincerely,

Henricus Maro
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Republic of Altos and Stratis

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

WarmBay Air Station, Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

He guided his jet below the cloud as a UFAF F-35 flew below. They were conducting war games against other UFAF pilots. The squadron they were up against were full of former Anavokian pilots. "Watch Out!" Steffen perked up and he pulled over to the side, Steffen spoke "Good spotting Aulii." Aulii replied "No problem." The air glided off the plane as he brought it around to face the F-35. Steffen spoke again "Eagle 5-2 , this is Eagle 5-6 I got a red on my tail, i need some assistance over here." Steffen rolled the plane again as one of the tracer rounds barley missed. As the F-35 passed them Steffen dove down and fired his guns on the red fighter. The comms went on ad he heard the pilot from the other fighter speak "Nice shot im heading back to base."

Steffen smirked and moved above the clouds. Aulii spoke again "Whats that three kills now?" Steffen replied "I though we had three." Then over the comms Second Lieutenant Platt replied " Hey you know i got the first fighter." Steffen shot back "In your dreams." As they flew above the clouds, the Earth grew farther and farther away. The blue skies, and the sun's rays bearing down on them, with the only sound heard were hum of the engines and the muted sounds of the communications equipment going off. Steffen brought the plane back down but not before he was "hit" by an F-35. Steffen went on open comms and spoke "Good play, good play, I'm heading back to base." When they landed the post flight checks were done. He opened the canopy and he lifted up his visor. He then proceeded to disconnect his helmets systems from the plane and stood up as the ground crew put the stairs to the cockpit and he stepped down. The air is getting colder, once he took off his helmet he could see his breath as it froze once it left his nose and mouth.

When he made it inside he went to the payphone and called his parents back in Arcadia. Nothing much was happening over at the farm but his father was laid off a few days ago. It looks like he would be sending a piece of his paycheck home. When he got done on the phone he sat at a bench and closed his eyes. He awoke to Lieutenant Platt standing over him and he smiled and said "Good work out there." Steffen said "Just wait we'll beat your score." Platt replied "We'll see."

Tomorrow they would be out in the bus out in the cold to learn how to survive if their plane is shot down. They would be taught by former LAF personnel.

[Sevevill]

John Wilks. SG Corporation Sales Executive.

To: GCU/C-SEC Leaders
From SG-Corporation SE John Wilks
Encryption: Low

Hello Gentelmen,
SG corporation is intrested in selling you some new lightly used SG-80 fighter jets. High quality durable machines with some of the newest tech that we have available to us.

The Jets we think would work best for you:
SG-80
Upgrades that differ form your current gen fighters.
Short Field Package
Cold Weather Equiped (Takes less time to warm up, Provided it had been used continuously)
Higher payload cap.
And improved armor ability.
They also burn less fuel then the competition.

These planes would not take much more training form your current fleet and saving you time and effort with training. SG is willing to fly some of your men/ Pilots and Flight instructors out to tour our factory and look at some of these planes before you make a long term purchase consideration. We will take care of you for the entirety of your stay in Seve City and make sure you are protected while you are here. We can also go over more durable jets that would be perfectly matched against the majority of other nations air equipment. I hope to hear form you soon.

~John Wilks,
Senior Sales Executive SG corporation.

Representatives from the CGU and C-Sec have today traveled to Sevevill to visit the SG Corporation and tour some of their products available for export to the Green Union. While the company has mostly been showcasing their fighter aircraft, the Green Union officials have publicly stated that the focus of the trip is intended to be to find a suitable counterinsurgency aircraft to replace the existing fleet of SG-80, F-35, and Markofighter F-56 aircraft in the fight against terrorist groups.

In statements over the last days C-Sec officials have expressed interest in recent SG iterations of the A-10, while members of the CGU have seemingly hinted at a desire to adapt small, civilian turboprop aircraft to the roles of reconnaissance and CAS in uncontested airspace.

John Wilks. SG Senior Sales Executive.
He led the three men and their escorts through the massive facility. SG had the largest factory in the nation. Next biggest being the SG Dynamics factory. Although he felt at home in it. They had finaly reached the planes the GCU had showed intrest in. Removed form their storage. Shined up and regular maintenance performed. On the line sat SG-80, SG-77 and the SG-32. A turbo prop anti personel plane. Two pilots one engine with cannons and bombs. And if it ever needed too it could go slow. Making it perfect he thought for the C-Sec airwings.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

WarmBay Air Station, Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

He laid on his stomach as snow kicked up in the air. They have been conducting cold weather survival training incase if they were ever shot down. They were all given a hand gun and two magazines. As he rolled to his back he looked up at the blue sky with only a single cloud in the sky. He and Aulii were taking a break on thier way to the extraction point. Aulii was pissing in a bush, while Steffen waiting for Aulii he decided t get some rest it may have been for a minute or so but its better than nothing. He heard Aulii coming back so he opened his eyes and he sat up and Aulii said "Lets go we're about a mile away from the EXVIL point. Steffen stood up and wiped the snow off of his insulated flight suit and walked forward with Aulii do the extraction point. They were just about out of food, and only one full canteen of water was left. They have been out here for three weeks.

When they arrived at the extraction point, they met up with six other pilots that meant the crews of three other fighters. As they walked by he heard one crew speaking in Russian, while the others were eating. Steffen sat down by the crew peaking Russian and one of them looked up and said "Looks like they are allowing kids in the Air Force now!" They all laughed and Steffen replied in Russian "Only if they are allowing old men like you in too!" They all laughed once more and one of the pilots spoke with a wide smile "Where did you learn to speak Russian so well?" Stefffen replied "One of the farmhands at my family farm was from Anavokia, a small coastal town." The two men's eyes light up as they said "We are from Anavokia too, both of us were from Pestris." Steffen asked "So what brings you here to this humble wasteland?" The Anavokians both said the same money. When they asked Steffen he said the same as well. They continued to talk as more crews started showing up and soon they heard the sound of a helicopter in the distance. When it neared the extraxtion zone unpacked snow was kicked up and Steffen covered his eyes. As the helicopter landed they all were rushed on board. As they were all loaded on the crew cheif took a head count and the rear door of the CH-47 closed. They were heading back to base at last. Steffen couldnt wait for a hot meal for once.

[Sevevill]

Seve City, Octagon Press Room.

President Joseph Henry. Speaking on the "idipendece" of Urilistan
He walked up to the podium. Taking a sip of water he started talking.
"the Arcadian Government declared that Urilistan had independence. Something that I doubt is factual and more of a ploy to allow the Arcadians a option to invade nations without consequence. For I fear that after their task is complete they will re-join the Arcadians without fail. Something needs to be done to control this situation as soon as possible for I do not know who their target is but I know that they have one. For Independence without Rebellion is not something the Arcadians endorse often.

As he was speaking the 17th Carrier fleet was loading their ships. Sevevill Marines, Food, Seven SG-8 Stealth Spy planes and other supplies. Their goal was the waters off of the GCU. Not close to land but the ocean.

Code: Select all

To: Naval Command of the GCU/C-Sec
From: Admiral Luke Warner. 17th Air Carrier Fleet.
We are requesting safe passage in waters under your countries control for cold weather training operations.

[The Green Union]

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To: Ministry of Foreign Affairs or Equivalent, The Green Union
From: Henricus Maro, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, The Republic of Altos and Stratis
Subject: Re: Trade and Investment Ties

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We are ecstatic that you accepted our request for a meeting, and we will begin making preparations. However, we must inform you of a complication, our fleet of Gulfstreams have been grounded for inspections and maintenance following a deadly crash. Which is not expected to be completed for some time. Because of this, we will be sending our delegation on a C-17, If this is not acceptable we can make other arrangments.

Sincerely,
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Henricus Maro
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Republic of Altos and Stratis

OOC: I'm sure someone somewhere is wondering why diplomatic aircraft are being launched from aircraft carriers. Well played.

IC: The Congress of the Green Union has accepted all Altosian and Stratisian terms for entry into the country, and expressed more hope for productive talks. Arrangements to have delegates housed in the Chateau de le Oiseau Great Republic Hotel™, the recently renamed most reputable hotel in the country.

The Chateau de le Oiseau was originally built as a hotel for rich foreign merchants

John Wilks. SG Senior Sales Executive.
He led the three men and their escorts through the massive facility. SG had the largest factory in the nation. Next biggest being the SG Dynamics factory. Although he felt at home in it. They had finaly reached the planes the GCU had showed intrest in. Removed form their storage. Shined up and regular maintenance performed. On the line sat SG-80, SG-77 and the SG-32. A turbo prop anti personel plane. Two pilots one engine two engines with cannons and bombs. And if it ever needed too it could go slow. Making it perfect he thought for the C-Sec airwings.

Over the course of the visit CGU officials have been showing interest in SG proposals involving the SG-80 and SG-77. The light fighter and fighter-bomber platforms' potential deterrence capability and the perceived ease of incorporating them into existing fleets (which consist largely of SG-80 anyway) make these aircraft seem like ideal options in the creation of a real Green Union originated C-Sec air force. At present the national security force hires Vilhalan defence contractors for the vast majority of air roles, with a small token force of native pilots and aircraft.

C-Sec representatives seemed less enthusiastic about the idea of acquiring yet more fighter aircraft and payed more attention to the SG-32 attacker, but seemed to either consider the aircraft underpowered or overpowered for their purposes. Some were disappointed when informed that the plane did not have a 30mm cannon, and repeatedly inquired about recent Sevevillian iterations of the A-10. Others with more grounded views of the combat situation they would be sending these planes into suggested that the aircraft's transport capabilities and extended loiter time, combined with a larger payload than the cropdusters and Cessnas they had also considered, could validate the acquisition of a few. These officials, however, largely still suggested adoption of a smaller and lighter plane.

The CGU members also seemed to largely glaze over the SG-32, not being overly impressed by its specifications. A couple did say in passing that the packages being offered with the airframes would need to be pretty great for them to consider the turboprop.

OOC: Sevevill and I have discussed some modifications to the way the SG-32 is presented.

Seve City, Octagon Press Room.

President Joseph Henry. Speaking on the "idipendece" of Urilistan
He walked up to the podium. Taking a sip of water he started talking.
"the Arcadian Government declared that Urilistan had independence. Something that I doubt is factual and more of a ploy to allow the Arcadians a option to invade nations without consequence. For I fear that after their task is complete they will re-join the Arcadians without fail. Something needs to be done to control this situation as soon as possible for I do not know who their target is but I know that they have one. For Independence without Rebellion is not something the Arcadians endorse often.

As he was speaking the 17th Carrier fleet was loading their ships. Sevevill Marines, Food, Seven SG-8 Stealth Spy planes and other supplies. Their goal was the waters off of the GCU. Not close to land but the ocean.

Code: Select all

To: Naval Command of the GCU/C-Sec
From: Admiral Luke Warner. 17th Air Carrier Fleet.
We are requesting safe passage in waters under your countries control for cold weather training operations.

The Congress of the Green Union has taken their time with a response, but finally offered Sevevillian forces permission to conduct training off the West coast of the Green Union. The lines they were given to operate in were suspiciously vague, especially considering that the majority of the former Green Union West coast is now in the territorial waters of the new nation of Urlistan.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

WarmBay Air Station, Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

They had been scrambled the moment Sevevillian vessels entered Urlistan's sovereign waters. The Unionist Navy was already on scene with a Royal Navy Coastal Defense Group. They had three Air Force flights in the air. As they flew the coast left behind them as they entered the sea. He flew behind Lieutenant Platt's fighter. They pulled to the left and the planes wings dipped and they flew so close to the water, water was even kicked up. As they leveled out the planes communications system went on air with Lt. Platt speaking "Listen, play things by the rules, a Sevevillian fleet, be advised or possible opposition air support, dont get careless we dont need to lose any pilots during peace time." As they flew closer the ships of all three nations entered sight.

Once again communications came to life with an Arcadian Naval Commander "Hold fire and run defensive operations, do not engage but stay in attack formations, we are currently trying to raise a communication channel with thier fleet." he continued to go through what he wanted us to do. When they were flying circles above the ships everything seemed so calm but it felt like the eye of a storm. One wrong move they would be back in the storm. Over the engines the sound of the pitter patter of rain hit the canopy. The skies were a dark grey and the waters reflected it.

Back when he was at the Pierrat Air Military Academy, all he wanted to do was see some action and become an ace like he heard about but now his nerves were torn. His stomach felt ill and he felt as if he needed to use the restroom. Aulii spoke "So we're finally gonna see some action, ready to kick some ass?" Steffen replied but hesitated "Ye-Yeah, im ready to fuck some shit up." Aulii giggled and shot back "Think about it this way, this is sure to get you laid." Steffen then replied "You seem happy about this." Aulii said "Yeah, think about it this way, either we see some action or we dont, but hey I'll buy the drinks when we get back" Steffen then shot back "Then I'll drink you poor." Aulii responded "like i have money." This banter did help his mind get off of his nerves but the possibility of getting shot down stuck with him.

Off the coast of Urlistan

SMA. Luzia Schieffer, crewman on ANS. Franz R. Behrmann

The kalaxon alarm went on and they were to report to battle station. She was stationed on the ANS. Franz R. Behrmann which was a light cruier in the Royal Navy reserves. The Ramsey class vessels were infront of them and the crews were on the deck, while on destroyers and anything bigger the crew would have to stay in the bowels of the ship. She was apart of the fire fighting team, and she and the rest of the team ran to thier station, and put on her fire retardant suit with the fire fighters vest and helmet. She then knelt down and put the gas mask on her face and fastened the helmet and put down the visor. The lights on the ship were now a reddish orange waiting if something went off. As of now the only crew that were moving were the master at arm(military police), and medical staff.

[Urlistan]

Occupied Green Union

Maj. Kuba Kostecki,1st Infantry Regiment, CRA

The camp they were staying at was set up a few days ago, and he arrived a mere thirty minutes ago since he had just crossed the border into the Green Union. They had several agents already in Himmelsdorf ready to move once the clock struck ten. The camp was only two tents large and it was mainly a transportation depot. They would be walking with several soldiers and a sled full of supplies. They had to move before daylight to avoid detection by C-Sec.

Several groups have just begun raids on small outposts and they just got updates from one of the mobile commands in the nation about two snipers opening fire in Himmelsdorf. Now they were making themselves known.

Puffin Point

CI. Riley Bartlett , Chief Inspector of the Unionist Armed Forced

The position of Chief Inspector has been created only a few days ago to command the entire Armed Forces. The war room in the military command center was full with the encroachment of a Sevevillian fleet in thier sovereign waters. The Arcadian Royal Navy was assisting them and several flights have been deployed. One other battle group was being scrambled. Coastal defenses near the area were getting ready for combat. The air force has gone on an alert under the guise as a combat readiness drill, so men dont panic. This may be the Urlistans baptism by fire.

[Sevevill]

WarmBay Air Station, Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

They had been scrambled the moment Sevevillian vessels entered Urlistan's sovereign waters. The Unionist Navy was already on scene with a Royal Navy Coastal Defense Group. They had three Air Force flights in the air. As they flew the coast left behind them as they entered the sea. He flew behind Lieutenant Platt's fighter. They pulled to the left and the planes wings dipped and they flew so close to the water, water was even kicked up. As they leveled out the planes communications system went on air with Lt. Platt speaking "Listen, play things by the rules, a Sevevillian fleet, be advised or possible opposition air support, dont get careless we dont need to lose any pilots during peace time." As they flew closer the ships of all three nations entered sight.

Once again communications came to life with an Arcadian Naval Commander "Hold fire and run defensive operations, do not engage but stay in attack formations, we are currently trying to raise a communication channel with thier fleet." he continued to go through what he wanted us to do. When they were flying circles above the ships everything seemed so calm but it felt like the eye of a storm. One wrong move they would be back in the storm. Over the engines the sound of the pitter patter of rain hit the canopy. The skies were a dark grey and the waters reflected it.

Back when he was at the Pierrat Air Military Academy, all he wanted to do was see some action and become an ace like he heard about but now his nerves were torn. His stomach felt ill and he felt as if he needed to use the restroom. Aulii spoke "So we're finally gonna see some action, ready to kick some ass?" Steffen replied but hesitated "Ye-Yeah, im ready to fuck some shit up." Aulii giggled and shot back "Think about it this way, this is sure to get you laid." Steffen then replied "You seem happy about this." Aulii said "Yeah, think about it this way, either we see some action or we dont, but hey I'll buy the drinks when we get back" Steffen then shot back "Then I'll drink you poor." Aulii responded "like i have money." This banter did help his mind get off of his nerves but the possibility of getting shot down stuck with him.

Off the coast of Urlistan

SMA. Luzia Schieffer, crewman on ANS. Franz R. Behrmann

The kalaxon alarm went on and they were to report to battle station. She was stationed on the ANS. Franz R. Behrmann which was a light cruier in the Royal Navy reserves. The Ramsey class vessels were infront of them and the crews were on the deck, while on destroyers and anything bigger the crew would have to stay in the bowels of the ship. She was apart of the fire fighting team, and she and the rest of the team ran to thier station, and put on her fire retardant suit with the fire fighters vest and helmet. She then knelt down and put the gas mask on her face and fastened the helmet and put down the visor. The lights on the ship were now a reddish orange waiting if something went off. As of now the only crew that were moving were the master at arm(military police), and medical staff.

SVN Luke Warm. Sunshine Class Frigate. 17th Air Carrier Fleet.
Pvt. James Samuels
He looked up.
"Looks like we got some friends. As a fighter flew over." Looking back at his commander.
"You remember the orders. Its a hot zone not far off. We are just here to train. Shoot noting thats not shooting at us. Even then we need to be careful."

Admiral Luke Warner. SVN Hammond Dominator Class Air Craft Carrier. 17th Air Carrier Fleet
He looked up form the map he was studying. They were preparing for training runs for the next afternoon.
"Sir. We seem to have some Arcadian Jets circling. Should we scramble and see what they want?" To hear any kind of communication they would need to send a fighter at least up due to the old ships radio antena breaking.
"No... No. Just ignore them. We need to continue planning our training plans. Whats the news on comms?"
"Engineers say they might have the ship to ship finished late tonight. But its unlikely. It might be something to repair when we return to Sevevill in a week. Of Course we still have the morse code for reaching the Octagon and mainland." His fleet was fairly old. In fact it had decreased significantly before setting off. 85% of his ships were stuck in port due to a slew of problems. And Until around a day ago all of the other ships were relying on the main antena of the carrier to bounce their signal off. Although the old tech they still worked well and would continue to push though. Besides it was training and they had permission. The planes radios still worked and they could survive without the big one.

OOC: GU ill post the SG thing tommrow. I need to draft it out a little more than this one.

[The Green Union]

Pvt. Jason Danials, C-Sec
He was gambling with some C-Sec soldiers in the barracks. They had yet to be assined to any platoon and were just goofing around. He looked at his cards. A pair of aces.
"A Case of Reds." He said pushing a case of Marlboro reds into the middle of the table. Some other soldiers slid in some random stuff they had and continued to play. "Aces!" He said flipping the cards. Before he could finish a Sargent walked in.
"J'ai tes devoirs." He said in french. "Jason Daniels. Vous devez être affecté à la 2ème Division, à la 4ème Compagnie, au 12ème Régiment, à la Sécurité Mécanisée que vous devez immédiatement rapporter à votre commandant." Most higher ranking officers spoke english but some decided to stick to their routs and speek french. It annoyed him but he had lived here before and spoke broken french but most of it was spot on. He slid the carton into his kit and got up and walked with the officer to another room. A worn-looking officer stood at his desk waiting.
"Hello Pvt. Welcome to the 4th Company. Im assinging you to the 12th Regiment, Mechanized Security. Do you have all of your equipment?"
"Yes sir. Right here sir." He had his Combat Vest and sidearm. He removed them along with his helmet leaving the rest of his kit in the bag.
"Good. Very well prepared. I was reading through your file and you had a very good service career as a Sevevill Marine. I hope you can serve us well. Your Regiment is staying here tonight. You get your orders tomorrow. Go to the armory and get yourself a rifle and meet the members of your Regiment." The officer said.
"Yes Sir." He turned picking up his equipment and walking down to the armory. The man in the armory handed him a FAL rifle. He inspected it making sure it was clean and everything worked. He also picked up five clips and some extra bullets loading them into his Combat vest before walking out to find the 12th regiment. They were over by some heavy looking trucks. He walked up to the group.
"Hey. Im Pvt. Jason Danials. I was told I was assigned here."

It was already late at night on the base as the Sevevillian approached his group. Floodlights shone down through the swirling snowfall over the few hundred soldiers as they worked away at whatever it was they were doing. The nearest group was composed of a large, pale man in heavy armour with an M4 slung over his shoulder who was working with a group of more native looking security troopers in their flak vests, loading bundles of equipment onto the nearest truck. When Danials introduced himself the big man looked up, the non-regulation cigarette which did not at all smell like tobacco twitching in his mouth as he broke into a massive, friendly grin.

“Hey, it’s the Sevevillian! Was wondering when you’d show up. I’m Lieutenant (pronounced loo-TEN-ənt) Brown; you’ve been assigned to my platoon.” The lieutenant stuck his heavily gloved hand out for a shake, gripping his new recruit tightly.

“You can’t tell how happy I am to see another foreign fighter here,” he said, adding some less-than-flattering comments about the quality of the local-born C-Sec soldiers under his command. “Most of them would be with the commies, given a chance. You and I'll need to watch eachothers backs.”

The couple dozen C-Sec soldiers of the platoon, who were all within earshot, just pulled their scarves tighter over their faces and kept working.

Several weeks later . . .

Since the destruction of the firewall facility in Mont Coulon by terrorists of disputed affiliation, shows of fairly low level acts of violence and disunity have become the norm for data originating from Green Union sources. Self-videos of teenagers slashing police car tires or showing off with stolen C-Sec rations are common, as are hidden clips of C-Sec and police forces stopping and forcibly searching individuals. Some of these which have caused considerable stirs involve violent and humiliating strip searches outside in the freezing cold. The CGU has blamed this new normal on the Arcadian government, saying that from nearly anywhere in the country one can now access cell phone coverage not managed by any free enterprise. They say this was a calculated move by the GRA to give an untraceable platform to rebel propagandists.

Today, however, a flurry of much more extreme footage and accounts from sources in the Green Union capital of Himmelsdorf has begun being released online. Claiming to be from students at the University of Himmelsdorf, the combined accounts piece together a still ongoing narrative of an encounter between students and faculty and C-Sec security forces.

According to sources posted online, C-Sec soldiers first entered the campus at around 3:00 in the morning outside a student residence building. They told staff in the lobby that they were there to arrest two more Muslim students in connection with the attempted Himmelsdorf van bombing. The individuals had apparently been named by the three students already in custody as collaborators in the attack.

The C-Sec troops were asked but could not present warrant for the action and were requested to leave, but instead forcibly entered the residence. By this point several students had woken up and gone to investigate, and learning of the reason for the incursion began yelling angrily. More students appeared from their dorms, many filming, and surged towards the small group of C-Sec troopers.

The soldiers, seemingly young Green Union recruits, withdrew from the building without raising their weapons and relocated to the edge of campus where they awaited reinforcements. By 3:30 two C-Sec platoons with APCs and riot equipment had arrived, but were confronted by a large percentage of the university's 55,000 students whom had pushed cars and piled snow to form barricades. Fires had been lit and food brought up to keep the mobilized students out, and by the present time of 3:45 chants of "Free our friends" have escalated into "Down with Turner" and "Not my Green Union".

The University of Himmelsdorf is a naturally self contained district within the heart of the capital city. It is the largest and most prestigious university in the Green Union, and was recently changed from a public to a private school under the new GU government.

Pvt. Fal Cote, C-Sec Security Forces, Himmelsdorf, the Green Union

Compared to Mont Coulon, Himmelsdorf was paradise. The roads were flat, the windows intact, and the stores were actually open. The feeling of safety was simply not something Fourth Company of the Twelfth Regiment had been able to experience over the weeks of their stint in the embattled city.

Fal looked across at the soldier across from her in the canvas covered truck, a young foreign man named Jason. When she had first seen him Fal had thought him at the very least interesting, but over the time of him being her fireteam partner the young single mother had started to wonder if she wasn’t feeling something more.

As the trucks glided through the well-lit night of Himmelsdorf Fal pondered their mission. Their company had been withdrawn from Mont Coulon due to high casualties and were supposed to be getting reinforced and retrained near the capital during their recovery process, yet first they were being deployed to the University of Himmelsdorf of all places. Himmelsdorf police and the local C-Sec garrison were apparently handling some kind of dispute on the campus. She hoped it wouldn’t be anything major.

Those hopes were of course dashed the second the convoy stopped and the soldiers dismounted to grab their equipment among several armoured vehicles and dozens of police cars. Soldiers and police ran everywhere, often carrying weapons, Off in the distance chanting could be heard. Smoke was rising into the air down the road, catching the first rays of the sun.

As they did this the large Vilhalan major strode up to them, nodding to Lt. Brown. “Chad, get your reliable troops together. We’re having a meeting.”

The platoon lieutenant grinned his usual broken-toothed grin, barking to some of his favourite men before popping a joint in his mouth and heading off with the major. One of the few, of course, was Fal’s friend (she didn’t know if she liked thinking of him as a friend) Jason Danials. Fal wanted to call out to him to not go, to stay with the troops and let the command to their thing, but she just stayed quiet and watched as Jason slipped the body armour over his broad shoulders, checked his light machine gun, and followed his commanding officer.

. . .

The meeting format was nothing special among C-Sec planners. In addition to the key commanding officers on-site, lower level officers like Lt. Brown and even select non-commissioned men like Pvt. Danials were there to, if not make decisions, at least hear the plan from the horse’s mouth. It was basically a who’s who of all the mercenaries and foreign soldiers in Fourth Company, a group of a couple dozen even including a few volunteers from as far away as Arcadia and Anavokia.

The major had them gathered in a semi-circle in the glow of a streetlight which was just minutes from going out. Their focal point was the side of an AAV on which there was tacked a large tourism map of the Himmelsdorf area, with a crimson circle drawn aggressively around the UofH campus. Their leader gave them all the lowdown of the situation, outlining the job they had to do and the resources they had available and do it. They went through concentrations of protesters and their aggressiveness, as well as the identities of who seemed to be organizing them. Just when he was winding down the major summarized everything which had been said.

“So, we’re supposed to clear this up before the morning rush hour. We break up the demonstrations and arrest the terrorists they’re protecting. The students say they won’t disperse until the three terrorists currently in custody are released, which command has already said is not gonna happen. It’s still too cold for the water cannons or rubber bullets, and logi is taking their sweet time getting us enough tear gas.”

“As the most combat experienced unit on scene the local garrison wants to know what we want to do. At this point I’m open to ideas.”

[Durradon]

Coldhand Mine, Arasland, CGU

Stg. Rainer Husch, 809th Irregular Forces Battalion

When the Durradonian propositioned him to take on the Vilhalans he was surprised and he spoke "So what happened to working with them. But since, I or my men are not in a position to debate, sure, we'll do it, just ensure we can take Eule back with us to make sure she is safe." He wondered what was going on to have two corporations turn against each other but then again the an caps lack leadership, what do you expect when money controls how powerful you are. But why complain when it gave them a way out and back to Arcadia

Coldhand Mine, Arasland, CGU
Sergeant Samson Carwin

Samson smiled with his mouth, "Of course, but you need to take care of the threat first, we'll bring eule to the vehicle you'll using to escape, marked here." The sergeant tossed a small map to the Arcadian leading to garage near the other side of the mine. "We'll be waiting there with the girl, but know this, Imp. You harm my boys or me, the girl goes straight to the Greenies."

The Arcadians shifted uneasily.

"We will communicate that you are communist terrorists to the Jackals when you start you're attack." Samson dropped three MD-2025s at the opening of the blocks, he then opened them and unshackled the Arcadians. "You best get to work."

The Green Union delegates shifted nervously as the Durradonian woman spoke. No one had ever dared to call Charlotte Fried “dear” before. But the displaced prime minister just stared back across the table, pursing her lips as Renn continued.

In the end, though, it was Hussein who led the response. “The Kamooko Accords are very flexible documents. An Article One signing requires only the most basic of concessions, and Pact authorities’ coercive power extends only to suspension of membership. We are . . . thoroughly convinced that Durradonian participation in the Kamooko Pact, even just as a mutual defence partner, would be beneficial for all parties involved.

Renn, though, was having none of it. "Is it true that the KP high command is able to take country of my country's military forces on a whim?"

At this the room fell into an awkward silence. It may have been that the Green Union members were backed into a corner, but once again the large man had a response.

"Article 3 requires members to consider an attack against one to be an attack against all, but agreeing to establish provisions for integrating armed forces in wartime is not outlined anywhere in the Kamooko Accords and is not mandatory. Neither is peacetime contributions to the KDC, though all current members do this."

The underlying suggestion did not go unnoticed to Renn, who did not seem to take kindly. " It is no secret here that none of us are fans of the Arcadian Empire, with your new found support from us what would you do? Would you see us dragged into unnecessary warfare with the Arcadians, or the Seves? Why should I put my country at risk when we could just . . . not get involved. The CSD could bring down the Arcadian Empire on its own, especially if they invaded us. Why should we join if not for your own benefit, where does our benefit come from?"

To this Hussein had no answer. He simply sat, a slight look of disappointment creeping onto his face. Fried similarly nodded along, as if this is what she had expected. There was another long silence as delegates seemingly considered changing tactics or requests, before a small sound at the end of the table turned their heads.

“How long?” William Mackenzie croaked, before breaking into a fit of coughing which caused a nurse to come rushing through the door to his side.

But Mackenzie just waved the man away, returning to his fit which at last died on its own. “How long . . .” he tried again, “can you do that for? Dacruz, Kalarax, Altaguay, the LFN, Diyaristan . . . the Green Union . . . all were neutral. All were absorbed one way or another.”

“This is the post-CMEP order,” he struggled, fighting back coughs, “and for the two powers survival means acquiring more puppet states and colonies than the other. How long will Durradon stay neutral when your entire continent is Arcadian or Sevevillian? The whole region?”

Mackenzie’s eyes were sparkling now with some of the old life as he drew himself up to his full height of his stumps on the wheelchair, despite the fact that the activities of this speech had clearly reopened some old wounds. More than one damp patch could be seen growing through his grey suit’s arm and there was a hint of blood in the corner of his mouth.

“Our only job here is to protect independence for those countries which deserve it. Now tell me, can you support that?”

OOC: Post made jointly with CSD.

Kamooko, Placeoderms
Foreign Minister Shimazu Renn

A final silence hit the room. Renn seemingly just staring at Mackenzie being nursed by his carer, until a smile curled onto her face.

"So that's the strength of the KP I've heard so little about. Yes good sir," Renn said raising her voice, "I can support that." A sudden sigh of relief spread across the room. "I will speak to our Prime Minister. what he will say, one can never know, but we shall make an official statement later this week I'm sure."

The Kamooko talks continued for about another hour, discussing terms and drawing up plans. For now it seemed the CSD was signing a defence pact for the first time in generations, a truly historic moment unbeknownst to the world yet.

[Sevevill]

Pvt. Jason Danials, C-Sec
He was gambling with some C-Sec soldiers in the barracks. They had yet to be assined to any platoon and were just goofing around. He looked at his cards. A pair of aces.
"A Case of Reds." He said pushing a case of Marlboro reds into the middle of the table. Some other soldiers slid in some random stuff they had and continued to play. "Aces!" He said flipping the cards. Before he could finish a Sargent walked in.
"J'ai tes devoirs." He said in french. "Jason Daniels. Vous devez être affecté à la 2ème Division, à la 4ème Compagnie, au 12ème Régiment, à la Sécurité Mécanisée que vous devez immédiatement rapporter à votre commandant." Most higher ranking officers spoke english but some decided to stick to their routs and speek french. It annoyed him but he had lived here before and spoke broken french but most of it was spot on. He slid the carton into his kit and got up and walked with the officer to another room. A worn-looking officer stood at his desk waiting.
"Hello Pvt. Welcome to the 4th Company. Im assinging you to the 12th Regiment, Mechanized Security. Do you have all of your equipment?"
"Yes sir. Right here sir." He had his Combat Vest and sidearm. He removed them along with his helmet leaving the rest of his kit in the bag.
"Good. Very well prepared. I was reading through your file and you had a very good service career as a Sevevill Marine. I hope you can serve us well. Your Regiment is staying here tonight. You get your orders tomorrow. Go to the armory and get yourself a rifle and meet the members of your Regiment." The officer said.
"Yes Sir." He turned picking up his equipment and walking down to the armory. The man in the armory handed him a FAL rifle. He inspected it making sure it was clean and everything worked. He also picked up five clips and some extra bullets loading them into his Combat vest before walking out to find the 12th regiment. They were over by some heavy looking trucks. He walked up to the group.
"Hey. Im Pvt. Jason Danials. I was told I was assigned here."

It was already late at night on the base as the Sevevillian approached his group. Floodlights shone down through the swirling snowfall over the few hundred soldiers as they worked away at whatever it was they were doing. The nearest group was composed of a large, pale man in heavy armour with an M4 slung over his shoulder who was working with a group of more native looking security troopers in their flak vests, loading bundles of equipment onto the nearest truck. When Danials introduced himself the big man looked up, the non-regulation cigarette which did not at all smell like tobacco twitching in his mouth as he broke into a massive, friendly grin.

“Hey, it’s the Sevevillian! Was wondering when you’d show up. I’m Lieutenant (pronounced loo-TEN-ənt) Brown; you’ve been assigned to my platoon.” The lieutenant stuck his heavily gloved hand out for a shake, gripping his new recruit tightly.

“You can’t tell how happy I am to see another foreign fighter here,” he said, adding some less-than-flattering comments about the quality of the local-born C-Sec soldiers under his command. “Most of them would be with the commies, given a chance. You and I'll need to watch eachothers backs.”

The couple dozen C-Sec soldiers of the platoon, who were all within earshot, just pulled their scarves tighter over their faces and kept working.

Several weeks later . . .

Since the destruction of the firewall facility in Mont Coulon by terrorists of disputed affiliation, shows of fairly low level acts of violence and disunity have become the norm for data originating from Green Union sources. Self-videos of teenagers slashing police car tires or showing off with stolen C-Sec rations are common, as are hidden clips of C-Sec and police forces stopping and forcibly searching individuals. Some of these which have caused considerable stirs involve violent and humiliating strip searches outside in the freezing cold. The CGU has blamed this new normal on the Arcadian government, saying that from nearly anywhere in the country one can now access cell phone coverage not managed by any free enterprise. They say this was a calculated move by the GRA to give an untraceable platform to rebel propagandists.

Today, however, a flurry of much more extreme footage and accounts from sources in the Green Union capital of Himmelsdorf has begun being released online. Claiming to be from students at the University of Himmelsdorf, the combined accounts piece together a still ongoing narrative of an encounter between students and faculty and C-Sec security forces.

According to sources posted online, C-Sec soldiers first entered the campus at around 3:00 in the morning outside a student residence building. They told staff in the lobby that they were there to arrest two more Muslim students in connection with the attempted Himmelsdorf van bombing. The individuals had apparently been named by the three students already in custody as collaborators in the attack.

The C-Sec troops were asked but could not present warrant for the action and were requested to leave, but instead forcibly entered the residence. By this point several students had woken up and gone to investigate, and learning of the reason for the incursion began yelling angrily. More students appeared from their dorms, many filming, and surged towards the small group of C-Sec troopers.

The soldiers, seemingly young Green Union recruits, withdrew from the building without raising their weapons and relocated to the edge of campus where they awaited reinforcements. By 3:30 two C-Sec platoons with APCs and riot equipment had arrived, but were confronted by a large percentage of the university's 55,000 students whom had pushed cars and piled snow to form barricades. Fires had been lit and food brought up to keep the mobilized students out, and by the present time of 3:45 chants of "Free our friends" have escalated into "Down with Turner" and "Not my Green Union".

The University of Himmelsdorf is a naturally self contained district within the heart of the capital city. It is the largest and most prestigious university in the Green Union, and was recently changed from a public to a private school under the new GU government.

Pvt. Fal Cote, C-Sec Security Forces, Himmelsdorf, the Green Union

Compared to Mont Coulon, Himmelsdorf was paradise. The roads were flat, the windows intact, and the stores were actually open. The feeling of safety was simply not something Fourth Company of the Twelfth Regiment had been able to experience over the weeks of their stint in the embattled city.

Fal looked across at the soldier across from her in the canvas covered truck, a young foreign man named Jason. When she had first seen him Fal had thought him at the very least interesting, but over the time of him being her fireteam partner the young single mother had started to wonder if she wasn’t feeling something more.

As the trucks glided through the well-lit night of Himmelsdorf Fal pondered their mission. Their company had been withdrawn from Mont Coulon due to high casualties and were supposed to be getting reinforced and retrained near the capital during their recovery process, yet first they were being deployed to the University of Himmelsdorf of all places. Himmelsdorf police and the local C-Sec garrison were apparently handling some kind of dispute on the campus. She hoped it wouldn’t be anything major.

Those hopes were of course dashed the second the convoy stopped and the soldiers dismounted to grab their equipment among several armoured vehicles and dozens of police cars. Soldiers and police ran everywhere, often carrying weapons, Off in the distance chanting could be heard. Smoke was rising into the air down the road, catching the first rays of the sun.

As they did this the large Vilhalan major strode up to them, nodding to Lt. Brown. “Chad, get your reliable troops together. We’re having a meeting.”

The platoon lieutenant grinned his usual broken-toothed grin, barking to some of his favourite men before popping a joint in his mouth and heading off with the major. One of the few, of course, was Fal’s friend (she didn’t know if she liked thinking of him as a friend) Jason Danials. Fal wanted to call out to him to not go, to stay with the troops and let the command to their thing, but she just stayed quiet and watched as Jason slipped the body armour over his broad shoulders, checked his light machine gun, and followed his commanding officer.

. . .

The meeting format was nothing special among C-Sec planners. In addition to the key commanding officers on-site, lower level officers like Lt. Brown and even select non-commissioned men like Pvt. Danials were there to, if not make decisions, at least hear the plan from the horse’s mouth. It was basically a who’s who of all the mercenaries and foreign soldiers in Fourth Company, a group of a couple dozen even including a few volunteers from as far away as Arcadia and Anavokia.

The major had them gathered in a semi-circle in the glow of a streetlight which was just minutes from going out. Their focal point was the side of an AAV on which there was tacked a large tourism map of the Himmelsdorf area, with a crimson circle drawn aggressively around the UofH campus. Their leader gave them all the lowdown of the situation, outlining the job they had to do and the resources they had available and do it. They went through concentrations of protesters and their aggressiveness, as well as the identities of who seemed to be organizing them. Just when he was winding down the major summarized everything which had been said.

“So, we’re supposed to clear this up before the morning rush hour. We break up the demonstrations and arrest the terrorists they’re protecting. The students say they won’t disperse until the three terrorists currently in custody are released, which command has already said is not gonna happen. It’s still too cold for the water cannons or rubber bullets, and logi is taking their sweet time getting us enough tear gas.”

“As the most combat experienced unit on scene the local garrison wants to know what we want to do. At this point I’m open to ideas.”

Pvt. Jason Danials, C-Sec
He looked around. Soldiers were noting like they were in Sevevill and the planing was diffrent too. But this was almost more fun...
"Sir what if we just start pushing our soldiers forwards. We can move in a riot formation with soldiers holding shields in front and then the soldiers following behind can pull in the people who try and assault soldiers aressting them until we can get through the groupings of people to the target. No use of force necessary Unless of course they have a handgun and try to use it. " He looked down the street aways. It was a somewhat large group of people. All for the arresting of suspects. He brought a cigarette to his mouth and lit it. It tasted funny but it was a lot harder to get a Marlboro Red in this country but he would have a shipment soon hopefully after bribing the company store clerk.

Over the course of the visit CGU officials have been showing interest in SG proposals involving the SG-80 and SG-77. The light fighter and fighter-bomber platforms' potential deterrence capability and the perceived ease of incorporating them into existing fleets (which consist largely of SG-80 anyway) make these aircraft seem like ideal options in the creation of a real Green Union originated C-Sec air force. At present the national security force hires Vilhalan defence contractors for the vast majority of air roles, with a small token force of native pilots and aircraft.

C-Sec representatives seemed less enthusiastic about the idea of acquiring yet more fighter aircraft and payed more attention to the SG-32 attacker, but seemed to either consider the aircraft underpowered or overpowered for their purposes. Some were disappointed when informed that the plane did not have a 30mm cannon, and repeatedly inquired about recent Sevevillian iterations of the A-10. Others with more grounded views of the combat situation they would be sending these planes into suggested that the aircraft's transport capabilities and extended loiter time, combined with a larger payload than the cropdusters and Cessnas they had also considered, could validate the acquisition of a few. These officials, however, largely still suggested adoption of a smaller and lighter plane.

The CGU members also seemed to largely glaze over the SG-32, not being overly impressed by its specifications. A couple did say in passing that the packages being offered with the airframes would need to be pretty great for them to consider the turboprop.

OOC: Sevevill and I have discussed some modifications to the way the SG-32 is presented.

[/quote]

John Wilks. SG Senior Sales Executive.
He brought the gentelmen outside of the hanger and down a small path to another large room. Inside sat two planes. Shined up and ready for their visit. On one side sat the A-10A a anti troop fighter bomber with large cannons on the front capable of ripping up entire platoons without hesitation and do major damage to most ATT and BMP type transports and anything with less armor. While the SG-32 sat in the other side of the room. With request this plane had been fitted with a 30mm cannon. At the time they were looking at it a engineer was bent over the engine trying to plug in a hose. The hose led to a super charger (It's mediforical i dont know what else to call it) that would decrease the takeoff length of the airplane. It would produce the power of a two engine plane but without the extra fuel burn of two engines. He would prefer the A-10A in the situation of these men but it looked as though they would lean closer to the SG-32. Or maybe not buy one at all.

The next day

Two of each plane sat on the runway. Waiting to be demonstrated to the representatives. They sat in padded leather chairs in a heated room overlooking the runway and able to look up to the sky form where they were sitting. They had binoculars and were observing the planes. SG preferd to let them use their own eyes rather than a screen due to the fact that it felt more real. A waitress walked around and took lunch and drink orders as the planes lined up to takeoff.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Coldhand Mine, Arasland, CGU

Stg. Rainer Husch, 809th Irregular Forces Battalion

He spoke "Fine, now untie me." As the Durridonians united him Husch and his team rearmed ready for combat. The winds echoed though out the old mine and snow mixed with dirt kicked up. They loaded thier guns, half of the team would engage the Durridonians, while the other would watch for C-Sec and keep the escape path clear so they can move. As they ran into positions the crunch of Husch's feet as he stepped grew ever louder and Husch slipped the magazine into the rifle, where he heard the click of the magazine getting locked in. They hid on the rocks waiting for the time to act. As C-Sec moved into the section of the mine that they looked over they began to open fire.

I have the high ground Anakin!

WarmBay Air Station, Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

"This is Commander Azaïs of the ANS. Franz R. Behrmann, this is a message on an open channel. Turn back now you are in sovereign waters of the Federal Republic of Urlistan. Any unauthorized entry of Urlistan waters will be taken as an act of supporting terrorist organization within the region. Turn back now."

Steffen looked around as more fighters from the UFAF air force has entered with two more flights. Once again the comms flared to life with Lieutenant Platt speaking "arm air to ship missile systems flight one, flight two get ready to keep enemy air support off of us.

Himmelsdorf, Green Union

Hugo Plas

The riots at the university and the snipers two days ago it seemed as if the congress was loosing control. The snipers had killed four people, and one had been killed. Of the four the sniper killed one worked at the mayors office and the other three were C-Sec soldiers. He had gotten back into the country last night after a quick vacation to see his family. His sweep of the house for wire taps and cameras , in which he disguised as home cleaning. His home was clean and his hidden weapons untouched that were hidden through out the house. When things cool at the college he will go there to establish contacts and to create a cell to take the captial when he gets the code to launch the planned attacks.

[The Green Union]

Occupied Green Union

Maj. Kuba Kostecki,1st Infantry Regiment, CRA

The camp they were staying at was set up a few days ago, and he arrived a mere thirty minutes ago since he had just crossed the border into the Green Union. They had several agents already in Himmelsdorf ready to move once the clock struck ten. The camp was only two tents large and it was mainly a transportation depot. They would be walking with several soldiers and a sled full of supplies. They had to move before daylight to avoid detection by C-Sec.

C-Sec forces have begun reporting skirmishes breaking out around hardpoints in western Calendôr, near the border with Urlistan. While the security organization has assured the public that all attacks were beaten back with heavy losses to the terrorists, they have also noted that violence in this region is extremely unusual and a potentially worrisome. The southwestern areas of the remaining Green Union are highly militarized and have little strategic value to the so-called ARF and ARCC terrorists, and so have been some of the most peaceful during the last months of insurgency.

At the same time, Congressional Security intelligence has released an intelligence report to the public providing what they say is evidence of a conspiracy to overthrow the government of the Green Union based out of Urlistan. Evidence was mostly compiled from that collected over the last weeks, taking the form of:
- Private social media groups being used to recruit persons for the stated goal of attacking the Green Union, which were penetrated by undercover security agents
- Air and ground photographic evidence of non-governmental paramilitary camps in the East of Urlistan, and the ignoring of CGU requests by the government of Urlistan to disperse these camps
- The presence of weaponry in and around the camps and paramilitary members on leave occasionally bragging to locals about “taking back” the Green Union, confirmed by interviews with local business owners (mostly of pubs and bars)

C-Sec has stated that it strongly believes the recent attacks in the West of the country were at least in part facilitated by these paramilitary groups based out of Urlistan, and has demanded permission to send inspectors to tour the camps.

Several groups have just begun raids on small outposts and they just got updates from one of the mobile commands in the nation about two snipers opening fire in Himmelsdorf. Now they were making themselves known.

Himmelsdorf, Green Union

Hugo Plas

The riots at the university and the snipers two days ago it seemed as if the congress was loosing control. The snipers had killed four people, and one had been killed. Of the four the sniper killed one worked at the mayors office and the other three were C-Sec soldiers. He had gotten back into the country last night after a quick vacation to see his family. His sweep of the house for wire taps and cameras , in which he disguised as home cleaning. His home was clean and his hidden weapons untouched that were hidden through out the house. When things cool at the college he will go there to establish contacts and to create a cell to take the captial when he gets the code to launch the planned attacks.

OOC: No. I will be saying how this went. You can't just launch an attack like this in the capital city and ignore any consequences.

IC: A sniper attack has today rocked the capital city of Himmelsdorf as two terrorists opened fire on city police right in the downtown core. The act, which lead to the deaths of seven Himmelsdorf police officers and one C-Sec trooper and the injury of around a dozen officers more.

The attackers, both armed with commercially available 20’’ barrel AR-15 pattern rifles, first opened fire across a canal early in the morning, killing two police officers and wounding others that were gathered outside a coffee shop. Additional officers arriving on the scene came under fire and casualties mounted until Himmelsdorf Police air and counterterrorism assets were mobilized. Initially believing they were dealing with only one shooter, the response team was briefly tricked by the shooters splitting up. One suspect was tracked into the subway system and killed in a shootout there with police, while the other was reacquired visually roughly by officers and C-Sec forces whom had secured a perimeter. The suspect, apparently injured and losing blood, barricaded themselves in the second floor apartment above a small shop and began firing on approaching police. The standoff continued for some hours with the suspect refusing communication before the Himmelsdorf Police Emergency Response Team (ERT), a force similar to SWAT, stormed the building through the wall of an adjacent residence and killed the suspect in a shootout.

The final standoff and ERT entry was captured by news crews and phone cameras of residents in the area, and the footage is now being widely circulated. The ARCC has immediately denied responsibility for the attack and condemned the senseless violence. Some observers have speculated that the ARF may be to blame as they have not offered any statements, but that rebel group has also never been known to operate so far South as Himmelsdorf.

Himmelsdorf Police attempting to mobilize in the early stages of the attack, as confusion gripped the city

The city of Himmelsdorf, which was largely in lockdown today as police and security forces isolated and killed their suspects, is now trying to come to grips with what has happened. With the exception of Mont Coulon, the distant violence of the insurgency has rarely if ever reached into the Green Union’s major cities and for many this is a rude reminder that there is in fact a war on. Vigils are being held across the capital for the first responders killed, and in all levels of government are arguing about what is to be done to stop such things from happening again.

The strongest voice in these talks by far has been that of Congressman Robert Wood, who has given an impassioned speech in which he states that the terrorist attackers, who first opened fire only a few blocks from the government buildings, were no doubt attempting to reach congress and decapitate the leaders of the newly reformed nation. Like many Wood has called for an increased police and C-Sec presence in Himmelsdorf, but also goes a step farther to say that Congress needs to repeal its rules stating that Congressmen’s personal security may not enter Congress with them. If the events of this day show anything, Wood has argued, the leaders of the Union must be allowed the right to protect themselves.


Then, after delivering the speech Wood stepped out of the room and sent a message using the secure email he had been given:

You don’t mobilize until I say so. You’re ruining everything.

[Sevevill]

Coldhand Mine, Arasland, CGU

"This is Commander Azaïs of the ANS. Franz R. Behrmann, this is a message on an open channel. Turn back now you are in sovereign waters of the Federal Republic of Urlistan. Any unauthorized entry of Urlistan waters will be taken as an act of supporting terrorist organization within the region. Turn back now."

Steffen looked around as more fighters from the UFAF air force has entered with two more flights. Once again the comms flared to life with Lieutenant Platt speaking "arm air to ship missile systems flight one, flight two get ready to keep enemy air support off of us.

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Sevevill 17th Fleet
Lt Joshua Maccoy. 17th Naval Airwing.
The sharp jolt could be felt as the plane was swung into the air. He could feel the SG-80's wing rock slightly as it dipped down a little before soaring into the air. He raised to a low altitude and flew over to unknown ship where he dipped his nose down and swung in to take a look in a almost attack run like movement. His plane 'Sea Mistress' wore the classic insignias of Sevevill Ace. Two Red Stripes on the wing. Under his flight deck were seven flags. All form diffrent nations. The Majority being form the Connarian war.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Occupied Green Union

Maj. Kuba Kostecki,1st Infantry Regiment, CRA

So far the initial skirmishes to test C-Secs strengths have gone well , and they have been ordered to stop. The Calen Restorationist Army has done well in thier first contacts. Now most have dispersed to thier rally points to await further orders. Kuba and his men were staying abou three hours away from Himmelsdorf. They were spread out and now were hiding and running recon. The camps were ordered directly to be small camps with only a few people each in each camp. He however was in a command camp which was twice the size of the other camps due to command staff. They were set up in an old warehouse and had a fire going to cook food. Now ti was a waiting game before they could move on the capital.

Off the Coast, Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

He could hear his heart beat, faster and faster. The rain seemed to stop and it was quiet before the storm. The Sevevillian navy had just launched an aircraft and did a flyby on a UFAF vessel. One Air Corps pilot flew down to trail the fighter while they were in attack range of friendly ships. Soon a shot from a UFAF vessel launched forward and landed near a Sevevillian vessel. A warning shot. As seconds passed more Royal Navy vessels have entered the area of operations.

[Urlistan]

Puffin Point, Urlistan

Chief Regent Emil Hošek

With recent situation rising in the Vilhalan backed puppet government, they have been blamed for attacks perpetrated by rebels within the country, they cannot seem to run. They had a press release over the most recent attacks and he spoke "My fellow Unionists, the situation for our brothers in the Vilhalan backed Green Union are suffering because thier government cannot keep control of the country. And we can do nothing. They blame us for attacks and these nonexistent camps with paramilitary goons jumping the border. Photos can be doctored, the fact is if they are real they are false flag operations used as a pretext to invade our beloved Republic."

[Sevevill]

OOC: Ill get to the Naval Engagements when GRA edits the post for realism.

President Joseph Henry. Press Berifing on the CGU situation
"The Congress of the Green Union have released a pressing document propelling Sevevill to believe of a GRA/Urilistan backed program to overthrow the government. This is solid evidence and terms for visual conformation that the camps do not exist. Along with the firm denial form Urilistan of the presence...
(More facts here)
With this Sevevill proposes that either C-Sec guarded officials form the CGU or Seveillian officers on part of the CGU be permitted access to the region."

[Sevevill]

Admiral Luke Warner. SVN Hammond Dominator Class Air Craft Carrier. 17th Air Carrier Fleet
Alarms sounded. Crew ran through the halways as he pushed his way to the command center.
"Whats going on?" He asked the officer in command of the bridge.
"Arcadian ships are attacking sir." He said calmly. SVN LUCAS BRYANT a Sunshine class frigate moved into position blocking the carrier form attack. None of the ships had been moving since they arived so the crews were buiey firing them up as battle stations was called.
"Attack formation please." He said to the marconi operator who would relay over morose code the instructions as the radio was down. Battleships started to move aswell. The frigates cannons moved and took aim.
"Fireing main guns." Said the marconi operator as his relay came in form the friggate.
BA-DOOM BA-DOOM BA-DOOM
could be herd as the cannons fired on the Arcadian ship that had fired on them.
"NO STOP THEM. WE DONT KNOW WHAT THE ARCADIANS WERE DOING!" He yelled at the man who started typing on the morse code machine furiously.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Off the Coast of Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force


"Jesus Fuck!"" He shouted as Sevevillian guns pounded the small ramsey class vessel sinking the ship almost immediately. He then rolled to the side as enemy AA guns opened fire and he dumped flares in the sky. As they conducted evasive maneuvers he and Platt dropped thier ordinance while they were over the carrier, but not before Steffen felt a massive jolt of movement coming from his aircraft. Aulii then yelled "We've been hit, CWIS' hit our wing!" They then pulled up out of range before falling back in with the other fighters. The damage was mostly suffered on the wing, but he still flew out the outer edge of the battle why they assess damages from enemy defenses.

[Durradon]

Durradon, Ryune, Capital of the CSD

Earlier today Prime Minister Kanoma Tekeshi annouced, a week after the talks between the CSD and the KP nations in Placeoderms, that the CSD will officially be joining the Pact. A momentus moment in the history of the CSD as the Confederacy has not joined a defensive alliance like this since the 1st world war and has refused offers since due to the fact that over the CSD's history, calls for aid in the defence of Durradon have never been answered, leaving the country alone to deal with threats to it's sovereignty. In the announcement the Prime Minister had this to say:

"I do not make this decision lightly. I believe the Empires of Markion have gone too far for too long and we cannot simply sit by and allow nations to be enveloped by them. I sign this treaty, not for our own protection, as we are a mighty nation capable of mighty things in order to protect ourselves from foreign invaders. This nation has been shaped by war and we have protected it and protect it to this day. However, what about those who cannot protect themselves? Do we leave them in darkness as we were left? I say no! Some people are not as strong as the Durradonian people! Some require aid in their times of need, and the CSD will be happy to provide such aid! For we are, each of us, a nation! Independent!"

The announcement was met with surprise from the nation, but it was a pleasent one to be sure. Although some critics believe that this is a dangerous choice that will leave the nation without allies again if they are invaded.

[Sevevill]

Off the Coast of Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force


"Jesus Fuck!"" He shouted as Sevevillian guns pounded the small ramsey class vessel sinking the ship almost immediately. He then rolled to the side as enemy AA guns opened fire and he dumped flares in the sky. As they conducted evasive maneuvers he and Platt dropped thier ordinance while they were over the carrier, but not before Steffen felt a massive jolt of movement coming from his aircraft. Aulii then yelled "We've been hit, CWIS' hit our wing!" They then pulled up out of range before falling back in with the other fighters. The damage was mostly suffered on the wing, but he still flew out the outer edge of the battle why they assess damages from enemy defenses.

Lt Joshua Maccoy. 17th Carrier fleet air wing.
He watched as the frigate shot a arcadian ship.
"FUCK." He said as he relized the proximity he was to another Arcadian vessel. Swinging his wings around he avoided a burst of fire coming at him. He crested in a three point turn trigger finger ready he launched a burst of fire into a enemy coming at him. and moved gracefully over him and skirting outside the conflict area. Waiting for his flight to be launched as he assumed they would be.

Admiral Luke Warner. SVN Hammond Dominator Class Air Craft Carrier. 17th Air Carrier Fleet
He fell to the ground as there was a massive jolt and a explosion. Everything whirred to a halt. Looking back he saw a large dent in the carrier deck. Multiple planes destroyed as a few bombs had managed to hit. Crippling the elevator in the back.
"Damabe report."
"Elevator control system disabled and only five planes remain useable on the flight deck. It also lookes like one detonated under the water causeing damage to the two left side propellers. The engines have been turned off."
"Right. Launch whatever you can. Prepare AA and target any fighters that near the ship." He turned to his left as a large explosion enveloped one of the battleships on their left side. It immediately started to list. He could see remaining crew members fumbling to get the life boats off. Others trying to get the large inflatable life rafts out of their respective areas. "Get rescue boats over to them. The waters freezing they will die if they dont get out of it soon." as he said this the frigates guns freshly re-loaded moved and aimed at one of the larger vessels infront of them.
Ba-Doom Ba-Doom Ba-Doom
Three fighters soared off of the flight deck. Making room for the other two to line up. Only support they would have. Six planes.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Off the Coast of Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force


"Jesus Fuck!"" He shouted as Sevevillian guns pounded the small ramsey class vessel sinking the ship almost immediately. He then rolled to the side as enemy AA guns opened fire and he dumped flares in the sky. As they conducted evasive maneuvers he and Platt dropped thier ordinance while they were over the carrier, but not before Steffen felt a massive jolt of movement coming from his aircraft. Aulii then yelled "We've been hit, CWIS' hit our wing!" They then pulled up out of range before falling back in with the other fighters. The damage was mostly suffered on the wing, but he still flew out the outer edge of the battle why they assess damages from enemy defenses.

Lt Joshua Maccoy. 17th Carrier fleet air wing.
He watched as the frigate shot a arcadian ship.
"FUCK." He said as he relized the proximity he was to another Arcadian vessel. Swinging his wings around he avoided a burst of fire coming at him. He crested in a three point turn trigger finger ready he launched a burst of fire into a enemy coming at him. and moved gracefully over him and skirting outside the conflict area. Waiting for his flight to be launched as he assumed they would be.

Admiral Luke Warner. SVN Hammond Dominator Class Air Craft Carrier. 17th Air Carrier Fleet
He fell to the ground as there was a massive jolt and a explosion. Everything whirred to a halt. Looking back he saw a large dent in the carrier deck. Multiple planes destroyed as a few bombs had managed to hit. Crippling the elevator in the back.
"Damabe report."
"Elevator control system disabled and only five planes remain useable on the flight deck. It also lookes like one detonated under the water causeing damage to the two left side propellers. The engines have been turned off."
"Right. Launch whatever you can. Prepare AA and target any fighters that near the ship." He turned to his left as a large explosion enveloped one of the battleships on their left side. It immediately started to list. He could see remaining crew members fumbling to get the life boats off. Others trying to get the large inflatable life rafts out of their respective areas. "Get rescue boats over to them. The waters freezing they will die if they dont get out of it soon." as he said this the frigates guns freshly re-loaded moved and aimed at one of the larger vessels infront of them.
Ba-Doom Ba-Doom Ba-Doom
Three fighters soared off of the flight deck. Making room for the other two to line up. Only support they would have. Six planes.

Off the Coast of Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

As the battle raged on Steffen checked his systems, and they were stable. Everything was stable, he turned to Aulii and asked: "You ready to go back down?" Aulii replied as giddy as ever "Hell yeah, let's go kick some ass." he soon guided the plane down, and air kicked off his plane's wings. When the plane dipped he saw an Arcadian missile cruiser fire its missiles at the Sevevillian Navy ship firing upon him. He rolled the plane to line up behind a Sevevillian fighter and began to position himself to open fire.

Everything he learned at flight academy was racing through his mind: angle of attack, thrust, drag, and so on. He looked at his instruments, his wings, and the rain pinging off the canopy of the cockpit of the plane. It seemed as the hum of the engines calmed his nerves, a quiet within the chaos. His finger's trembled as his finger hovered over the trigger to fire his missiles. Whenever the Sevevillian plane adjusted he maneuvered to follow suit. As he pushed the trigger to fire he felt the force of the missiles fire off of the wing, and his plane soon recovered. He pulled up once more as he began to take fire once more from a Sevevillian vessel yet again.

[Urlistan]

Puffin Point, Urlistan

Chief Regent Emil Hošek

Parliament had just passed Bill 407-f, this bill was aimed at targeting poverty that has run rabid since the refugees flooded from the rest of the Green Union. Elections would occur after winter, and he needed to find a way to garner enough votes to win the presidency or the office of the chancellor, it all depended on what they go with for the head of state. Hell, there was even a chance they would get a prime minister. But all of that was irrelevant at the moment. He had to focus on regaining the rest of his country, his home. He grew up in the east near Grunwald. He hoped to one day return but it all hinged on the plan. He had summoned Sajjin to his office, who was still recovering from the fact that his family is still missing. When Sajjin entered his office and Emil spoke: "Welcome back Sajjin, how have things been?" Sajjin said "It's better, what did you summon me for sir? Pardon me but I must be getting back home soon." Emil replied "No problem, tomorrow I want you to begin working on our reaction forces in case of Sevevillian, or a Vilhalan backed attack in the east. " Sajjin raised an eye brown and asked "Why not just email me about this sir? Why bring me here?" Emil responded "I just wanted to check on my top general on his recovery."

[Sevevill]

Lt Joshua Maccoy. 17th Carrier fleet air wing.
He watched as the frigate shot a arcadian ship.
"FUCK." He said as he relized the proximity he was to another Arcadian vessel. Swinging his wings around he avoided a burst of fire coming at him. He crested in a three point turn trigger finger ready he launched a burst of fire into a enemy coming at him. and moved gracefully over him and skirting outside the conflict area. Waiting for his flight to be launched as he assumed they would be.

Admiral Luke Warner. SVN Hammond Dominator Class Air Craft Carrier. 17th Air Carrier Fleet
He fell to the ground as there was a massive jolt and a explosion. Everything whirred to a halt. Looking back he saw a large dent in the carrier deck. Multiple planes destroyed as a few bombs had managed to hit. Crippling the elevator in the back.
"Damabe report."
"Elevator control system disabled and only five planes remain useable on the flight deck. It also lookes like one detonated under the water causeing damage to the two left side propellers. The engines have been turned off."
"Right. Launch whatever you can. Prepare AA and target any fighters that near the ship." He turned to his left as a large explosion enveloped one of the battleships on their left side. It immediately started to list. He could see remaining crew members fumbling to get the life boats off. Others trying to get the large inflatable life rafts out of their respective areas. "Get rescue boats over to them. The waters freezing they will die if they dont get out of it soon." as he said this the frigates guns freshly re-loaded moved and aimed at one of the larger vessels infront of them.
Ba-Doom Ba-Doom Ba-Doom
Three fighters soared off of the flight deck. Making room for the other two to line up. Only support they would have. Six planes.

Off the Coast of Urlistan

WO2. Steffen Heydrich, 171st Fighter Reconnaissance Squadron, UFAF Air Force

As the battle raged on Steffen checked his systems, and they were stable. Everything was stable, he turned to Aulii and asked: "You ready to go back down?" Aulii replied as giddy as ever "Hell yeah, let's go kick some ass." he soon guided the plane down, and air kicked off his plane's wings. When the plane dipped he saw an Arcadian missile cruiser fire its missiles at the Sevevillian Navy ship firing upon him. He rolled the plane to line up behind a Sevevillian fighter and began to position himself to open fire.

Everything he learned at flight academy was racing through his mind: angle of attack, thrust, drag, and so on. He looked at his instruments, his wings, and the rain pinging off the canopy of the cockpit of the plane. It seemed as the hum of the engines calmed his nerves, a quiet within the chaos. His finger's trembled as his finger hovered over the trigger to fire his missiles. Whenever the Sevevillian plane adjusted he maneuvered to follow suit. As he pushed the trigger to fire he felt the force of the missiles fire off of the wing, and his plane soon recovered. He pulled up once more as he began to take fire once more from a Sevevillian vessel yet again.

OOC: The wing probably would fall off. If it got hit it would not be able to maneuver like so.