MORRISVILLE, STATE OF NORTH LOMEC
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Ordenite forces push up Valo'Kap's front line as it aggressively continues its general offensive.
The Kríermada continues to heavily bombard Ordenite forces on the east coast. However, Valo'Kap is buckling
and it determines to fold its command under the Fuermak in return for immunity from legal persecution.
Its rotors mightily palpitating in the air as the helicopter landed on a fallow field. As soon as it touched down, several uniformed Ejermacht officers stepped out from within it. One of them was Vicstrategos Arn ver Darg, commander of all imperial and allied ground forces in the Killian Republic. He held his cap down as the blades above him whipped the air about like a merciless wind. There were some high-ranking Valo'Kap officials waiting for him and the other Macabéan officers. One of the mercenary officers was Gregor Kol, Chief Project Overseer of Valo'Kap Forces East.
"This must be a historic day for you, Vicstrategos," said Kol, as soon as he and Arn ver Darg clasped for a handshake.
With a microscopic smirk, the Macabéan replied, "Just a day like any other."
They were driven into Morrisville, a small city that the mercenary consortium had taken over for their headquarters. Most of the civilian population, except any that serviced Valo'Kap needs, was gone, and so the only life one could see on the street was the military life. However, the city was not dead by any means. Light utility vehicles, soft-skinned armored personnel carriers, and their more heavily armored sisters alike crawled the pavements in one direction and the other. It was quite a bit of traffic that the vehicles leading ver Darg and Kol to the latter's headquarters building had to get through before arriving.
Once there, they proceeded into the brick-walled, three-story structure with plentiful windows decorated with carved marble moldings. Stunning looking, ver Darg commented, "Was this some sort of minor official's palace at some point? It is quite beautiful, it is not surprising at all that your staff took it over for the war. I would have done the same. I commend you for your good taste."
"Thank you, I don't know its history, but it belonged to the municipal administration before we commandeered it," said the Valo'Kap commander, blandly. Before a soldier opened a door to one of the rooms, he added, "Anyway, we're not here to exchange pleasantries."
Ver Darg followed his Valo'Kap counterpart into the room, where other mercenary general officers were waiting for them. There were some welcomes, introductions, and handshakes, but time was short and the room went right to business. Ver Darg, who had a war to run, was the one with the least time to waste and so it's not surprising that he began with, "Alright gentlemen, I think we know why we're all here. Independent resistance by Valo'Kap is not possible. You need resupply and you need reinforcements. Let's talk terms."
"Talk terms?" asked one. "I'm sure you already have the terms you're willing to agree to."
"Yes," added Kol. "What do you bring from the emperor?"
"The emperor has given me free rein to negotiate, I speak for Him," answered ver Darg. "These are my terms. Valo'Kap command folds undermine. From now on, final approval and original orders come from me. Your men are to obey all imperial commands. In return, Valo'Kap west forces will be allowed to reinforce your army. They have no weapons, we handed them over to the Killians. But, the empire will lift the sanction on Valo'Kap. Furthermore, I am offering all Valo'Kap employees, except the top brass in Tarn, but everyone here in the Republic gets a free pass."
The mercenaries thought to themselves for a moment. Then, Kol replied, "And how are we supposed to re-arm 600,000 men?"
Ver Darg shrugged, "That is for your company to figure out."
"And our pay?" asked another Valo'Kap officer.
The Macabéan vicstrategos answered, "Will be continued to be paid by the Killian Republic until the end of the war, whereupon your contract with the Killian state will have ended and you will all return to Tarn."
"Agreed," said Kol. It was likely the best deal they were going to get; a deal that was already sweeter than they expected. The Golden Throne knew that it could not halt the Ordenite offensive along the neck on its own. Not without losing more ground. Not without losing more men than they would otherwise. Valo'Kap may have been unwanted, but at that moment they were very much needed.
JULIAN, STATE OF LINCOLN
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The rapidly accelerating war effort requires a constant and growing flow of manifold supplies.
Almost all logistics flows through Julian, which port undergoes expansion even as the existing portion
overflows with activity. Amidst the chaos, the Golden Throne quietly moves in nuclear warheads.
As war raged on, the major western port city and imperial base of Julian was flooded with ships carrying material and personnel. Warships had deployed closer to the port to offer it protection against raids similar to that against Leopoldton and the northern imperial ports, but most of the shipping here was cargo-oriented. Rifles, tanks, and shells were just some of the items being funneled through Julian. Food, uniforms, and medicine were others. The Golden Throne had not only to supply its own armed forces, but it needed to feed refugees, workers, and other people who would otherwise go through a terrible famine. It was a tremendous logistical operation, and there was something extra passing through the port these days.
Several crates marked with symbols suggesting careful and exclusive handling, as well as specific directions as to storage and where, were brought on to land. They were quickly driven by convoy to various bases in Lincoln, well north of the front lines. From there, their contents would be further distributed over time. Few knew what these crates contained, but it was nuclear artillery shells, nuclear-tipped surface-to-surface missiles and rockets, and air-launched nuclear munitions. With the Ordenites pushing north at a hard pace, the "nuclear option" was very seriously contemplated.
HATFIELD, STATE OF RINCON
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Valo'Kap's surrender to the Golden Throne leads without delay to the rapid southward deployment
of Ejermacht and Kríermada ground forces in Rincon. Hatfield remains joint operations headquarters in-country,
otherwise Ejermacht command takes over at Morrisville
The capitulation of Valo'Kap to the Golden Throne resulted in an immediate impetus to accelerate the southward deployment of imperial forces in Rincon. 200,000 naval infantry and almost 1.3 million Ejermacht personnel occupied all of Rincon down and moved into North Lomec, taking up position behind Valo'Kap's front lines. Positioned as such, they made it impossible for Valo'Kap to withdraw, as they'd be withdrawing into the Ejermacht and Kríermada's Terkos.
From these new positions, imperial artillery joined the fight in the east. Together with the withering offshore naval fire support, Ejermacht MRLS saturated the battlefield with rockets in "shock" attacks at intervals. These focus more so on points of Ordenite attacks, especially where they threatened to break through or destabilize the front. Conventional self-propelled artillery maintained an ongoing rhythm of fire. They coordinated as best as possible with Valo'Kap artillery, but the two armies had never trained together nor had they a lot of experience working as one. Thus, while together Valo'Kap and the Golden Throne now had more artillery in the east than ever before, cooperation was clumsy at best. This would most likely be the case for the rest of the war.
Still, overall, now there were some 1.25 million mercenaries with an additional one million Ejermacht and Kríermada personnel, with another 600,000 of the latter also quickly moving in. The 600,000 Valo'Kap personnel in the north, weaponless, would take longer to be readied for combat. They would likely be most useful in replacing losses, rather than bolstering numbers. And replacing losses Valo'Kap would need to do.
It behooved the Golden Throne to make it so that the brunt of the casualties were suffered from the mercenaries. They were already holding the front. But, in the rear, Macabéan artillery shot and scooted, oftentimes coordinating with Valo'Kap to the extent that they'd use the company's artillery as cover or a diversion. Thus, counter-battery would often fall on Valo'Kap instead of those who may have deserved it more, the Macabéans.
But, there was another reason the Golden Throne's forces in the east were consolidating in Valo'Kap's rear. It wasn't just to join the defense that the Fuermak had deployed to North Lomec. Rather, the Ejermacht was building strength. In the coming days it would launch a major counterattack against the Wehrmacht in the east, aiming to push them back down toward Danbury. In the meantime, they gathered their strength, stockpiled munitions and other supplies, and aided in the defense with conventional and rocket artillery. Furthermore, while the Ejermacht prepared so did the Laerihans, which started moving more aircraft into the northern lands of the Killian Republic, such that a formidable force was being organized to fight a war that was very clearly going to last a long time.
LEOPOLDTON, STATE OF NEW HEMETT
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A surprise Ordenite bombing raid devastates the port at Leopoldton and other military installations.
The Golden Throne orchestrates an emergency reconstruction operation by subcontracting Navitek, conscripting
local labor. New radars are ordered to position along Rincon's coast.
A low-flying object trailed by fire skimmed closely over the steady port water of Leopoldton. It collided into one of the buildings just behind the harbor's concrete edge and exploded into a fireball of hellish colors. Behind it came more, and they roared along with the teeth-grinding noise of chaingun close-in weapon systems firing off into the sky. Missiles screamed from their metal sheaths from the port and elsewhere on the islands, shrieking headlong toward more incoming Ordenite bombs. Never before had Leopoldton sustained such an attack, as sudden, unexpected, and devastating as it was. Much of the port was wrecked, left a fiery ruin. The living carried the dead out from underneath the rubble, many were left only half-living, some left to a life no longer worth living. The city would take many months, if not years, to recover from this attack.
In the harbor, a warship began to list as it belched dark black smoke from out of gaping wounds on its side. It was a destroyer belonging to the small flotilla originally stationed at Leopoldton. It had been hit several times, and it was not the only one. The miniature eskúadra was in shambles, with much of its strength now limping about. In the coming days, the survivors would be incorporated into 'Paquat' as reinforcements.
In the moment, several flights of F/A-36 stealth fighters scrambled from the Killian mainland, in northern Rincon. They sped southward toward the Ordenite bombers that were by now returning back to their bases. Whether they reached their targets in time was a chance of history, but these would not be the first F/A-36s and Lu-45s to fly this trajectory. From now on, a permanent early warning system would be established to the west of New Hemett, where they could keep watch of the skies between New Hemett and Ordena — stealth and anti-stealth being, at least in part, a matter of watching your angles.
As the ground forces deployed southward, some of the radars attached to the naval infantry took up position along the coast for a permanent ground-based detection system. But they could only afford to leave so many, as these radars would also be necessary to protect the skies over the southern battlefield. New radars were requested from the mainland and they would come in the coming weeks, to reinforce that land-based air defense system being established on the Rincon coastline.
As it turned out, the Ordenites had not just attacked Leopoldton. They also struck against the forward picketts of Kríermak 'Macabea Oest' and against land targets along the northern coastline of the Golden Throne. The damage extensive, but most of those northern ports were of limited use at the moment due to their proximity. Instead, the Kríermada primarily used Gus'Líam in Monzark, as well as its various Guffingfordi bases, in the east and Targul Frumos in the west. 'Macabea Oest' had suffered too, although they had the advantage of distance and, more importantly, movement and impermanence. Thus, making more difficult targets and having overlapping means of protection, they responded to the attack feverishly. Nearby flights in combat air patrol duties brokes off to strike back against their aggressors, engaging both at beyond-visual-range and others closing the gap at speed.
The Ordenites would stew in pleasure knowing that they had caught the Golden Throne off guard and done her great harm. Leopoldton was out of the war for the year, the better protected Dorisville, in Rincon, to the north would have to be the primary resupply harbor in the east. Many port cities in the northern provinces had suffered much damage, as well. And while the Kríermada had a plethora of ships, the number it had lost to these strikes were significant.
Almost immediately, the Fuermak put into effect conscription of labor across the island and in the mainland. Tens of thousands of the refugees who were deemed strong enough to work were put in trains and rushed off to Dorisville or one of the eastern airports, from where they were shipped or flown into New Hemett. These laborers would be crucial if the Fuermak, and the companies it subcontracted much of the organization and work to — including the giant Navitek —, was to get much of the lost infrastructure rebuilt as soon as possible. Leopoldton's port would take many weeks to be useful at all, many months before it could host any sizeable fleets, and many years before it was fully rehabilitated. Destroyed airfields, radar stations, and anti-air batteries could be repaired and replaced more quickly, however. Characteristically, the Laerihans and Kríermada committed to a joint operation to ship in several hundred aircraft a week into New Hemett, from where they could harass the Luftwaffe, bomb Ordenite targets, or move to bases on the Killian mainland from which they could do the same.
The Golden Throne could be caught making a mistake, but it learned from them.
CORREGIGO, STATE OF LINCOLN
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As the fierce Ordenite offensive continues, but the length of the front consolidates along the narrower
width of The Neck, the Ejermacht brings to bear more artillery in conjunction with offshore naval fire. To blunt
the enemy advance and hold its front, it orchestrates a series of tactical counterattacks.
In the west, 1.3 million had grown to 1.7. The Ejermacht was gathering strength, but here the Reich was already upon them. All along the front, the fighting was hard and tough, see-sawing back-and-forth as the Golden Throne counter-attacked, to be pushed back, only to counter-attack again. Thousands died every day on both sides, whether from the incessant artillery and offshore fire, air attack, or ground combat. Tens of thousands of more were left wounded, some lightly enough to return to the fight, others out for a long time or for good. The Ejermacht had established advanced surgical capabilities close to the front to more quickly see to those who'd otherwise die waiting for medical attention. In skills learned over the years during the 'Long Wars,' and in Gholgoth, arms and legs were amputated, and those who were able to accept them took on cybernetic limbs as a replacement. As many as possible were ferried back to their units if they could continue to fight, which was more than otherwise thanks to the attention the Fuermak placed on combat medical services. But, even when the soldier couldn't be restored to combat readiness, the attention to medical needs made for fewer deaths.
As reinforcements continued to come, and given the narrow length of the front as it concerns Lincoln, the Ejermacht took advantage to launch violent counterattacks time and time again. Typically prepared with an hour-long massed artillery barrage, mechanized and armored forces struck back along narrow points in attempts to breakthrough Ordenite lines and threaten to roll them unless the Wehrmacht gave ground. More often than not, ground gained was ultimately lost again — although the Kríermada saturated the lands where there was too much pressure placed on the land forces —, but in this fashion the war began to gradually transform into a virtual stalemate for the time being. The Golden Throne would not give ground, and when it did it threw in the resources it needed to gain it back, even if the Ejermacht in the Republic was not yet strong enough to throw the Ordenites back toward their original frontier.
But, holding ground and stalemate were not inevitabilities, and the war's momentum was still in the Ordenite's favor.
REGINALD RANCH, STATE OF LINCOLN
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As the war enters a critical stage, the political machinery behind the scene continues to churn gears.
President Jackson Hamilton cannot be relied on to carry on the Killian war effort in a way the Golden Throne
deems adequate. General Ambrose Longstreet meets to plot his overthrow.
"General Longstreet, it's good to have you here," said ver Darg, who had just flown into Reginal Ranch from Morrisville that very morning.
Ambrose Longstreet was a Killian of the old school. His hair was full, but was almost entirely grey. Tall and broad of shoulders, he was also just a tad bit broad of girth. As an officer, he was known for his sense of duty and bravery, and Longstreet was popular among the troops. He opposed the subcontracting of the Republic's defense needs to Valo'Kap to begin with and had retired out of protest then. He supported Garret M. Lunsford's coup earlier in the year, and was saddened by the man's assassination at the hands of that traitor Arnold Yeoman. Never had he expected to follow in Lunsford's shoes, but here he was. To the Macabéan, he replied, "It is good to be here, vicstrategos. I would think it pleases you to hear that my men are in place in the capital, and my supporters in the other cities are at the ready to act on your command."
"Good, good," said ver Darg. "That is excellent news."
"You know," said the Killian, "it pains me that our democracy has come to such depths and, under ordinary conditions, I would be disgusted to be here."
Very seriously, ver Darg replied, "Alas, we are no longer under ordinary conditions, are we general? In fact, the conditions have changed so much that they are entirely different than they were at the start of the war. The Republic is losing its war against the Reich. As we speak, kilometer after kilometer of land that has belonged to the Republic for over a hundred years is falling to the enemy. Hundreds of millions of refugees have been displaced and now live in abject poverty. Those who did not escape now live beneath the iron boot of the Nazi regime. The longer we dawdle, the more of the Republic is chipped away, and the likelier that it collapses altogether. And believe me that what we are fighting is worse than tyranny. The swifter we act, the more people we can save from their evil. You say that under different circumstances you'd be disgusted. So what? You know the circumstances. If it's disgust that you feel for being the savior of your nation, then trust me when I say I'll find another. I thought you a different sort of man. Was I mistaken?"
"No," answered Longstreet. "You are not mistaken. I just meant to say that I will be unpopular, and not among few. Surely, you must be aware that most Killians will only see me as a dictator. And we are beyond the days of dictators, vicstrategos. We Killians value our democracy."
Ver Darg sighed, "I too love democracy, general. But, democracy can be fragile. Under normal conditions, I would help you shape it and give it strength. But, like I said, these are not normal conditions."
"How long until I too have my neck slashed by my own soldiers?" asked Longstreet, in reference to Lunsford.
The Macabéan remained as serious as ever. "You will always be a friend of the empire, general. Those mercenaries killed who they needed to, to get what they wanted. We value loyalty, stability, and mutual growth. Your regime will be adequately supported. Besides, the Ordenite threat is not going anywhere. We are in for a long war, and may perhaps even fight many more wars soon enough. I suspect that your fellow Killians will not have the luxury to mourn for democracy for quite some time."
There was a brief silence, then ver Darg stood and the other man rose after. They shook hands, and ver Darg said, "The operation has the approval to go in forty-eight hours. Fortune favor you, general."
"Likewise, vicstrategos," replied Longstreet.