Second American Civil War IC (Open)

[Ellinika Nisia]

The Second Civil War
OOC: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=514400



”Within the last few hours, hundreds of thousands have taken up arms across the United States against the government and begun the departure from the nation. This follows increased socialist, fascist and independence movements across the nation due to many factors, mainly the economic crisis that hit North America and the recent second capitol storming massacre that claimed the lives of 200. NATO and the European Military Alliance has quickly begun extracting all nuclear assets from the region, giving them to multiple member nations and allies, adding countless new nuclear powers into the world and shattering the power of China and Russia in Eurasia. The world will never be the same, God bless America, God bless Earth.”
Factions


The United States (Dark Blue)
The heavily unpopular government and current nation, backed by NATO and some EU members.


The Coalition of Independent Nations (Yellow)
A very popular coalition of Independence factions across America, backed by China and Russia.


The Republics of America (Red)
Internationally and Nationally popular nation, based on Democratic Socialism, backed by most of Asia and Africa.


The Empire of America (Light Blue)
A heavily unpopular fascist nation, backed by no recognised nation.

Rules
1. Do not try to take any land once the war is over.
2. Military Limit is to be at 60,000.
3. OP’s word is final.
4. No godmodding, metagaming, etc.
5. Respect one another, be nice.

[Mat She]

The general hunched over his makeshift map, examining the frontlines. In the chaos of the collapse, it was the best he could do. He commanded the 1st Corps, one of the first formations to be reformed after the collapse. If anything, it was worrying how fast it was cobbled together. It was understrength, having only around 45,000 of the normal 55,000 to 60,000 personnel. Eventually, it would be reinforced, but most likely from Loyalist militias. For now, his assignment was to hold his ground, retreat to the Appalachians if necessary, and prepare for an attack to split the Mid-Atlantic salient in two. That, however, would take awhile…

[Ellinika Nisia]

The general hunched over his makeshift map, examining the frontlines. In the chaos of the collapse, it was the best he could do. He commanded the 1st Corps, one of the first formations to be reformed after the collapse. If anything, it was worrying how fast it was cobbled together. It was understrength, having only around 45,000 of the normal 55,000 to 60,000 personnel. Eventually, it would be reinforced, but most likely from Loyalist militias. For now, his assignment was to hold his ground, retreat to the Appalachians if necessary, and prepare for an attack to split the Mid-Atlantic salient in two. That, however, would take awhile…

(OOC: What side are you supporting?)

[Mat She]

OOC: USA. I probably didn’t make that clear enough

[Ellinika Nisia]

OOC: USA. I probably didn’t make that clear enough

(Alright, I'll make a post once a few more people have posted.)

[Imperialiss]

"Today, at 10:00AM, I signed a presidential order to the military of Imperialiss, the United States needs our help, as they helped us during our civil war, if the US gives permission, we would request to deploy the 1st Imperialiss Airborne Regiment, 30th Magnamitas Rangers and the 5th Air Cavalry Division to assist the US government in this crisis, as you helped us, we will help you"-President Stanlon's speech, with the backing of the government, military and the public.

[The King Isle]

Today at 9.00AM Kingmen ships with troops from Scotland sailed out of Scottish waters, The Objective was simple;
To aid the US. Today the 10,000 Kingmen Troops set sail for the US and Departed Scotland. On board they would prepare for attacks and to plan just in case the ship is attacked.

[Flarbinia]

Colonel Warwick exited the large tent that served as his command center, his regiment standing at attention as he marched in front of them, clearing his throat to address the three thousand men assembled before him. "The upcoming campaign will not be easy. You will march through acres of swamps infested with alligators and pythons, you will be at constant risk of gettin' malaria, and you will have to live off the land. That's right. We've been assigned to the Liberation of Florida. You all know important a victory of that size is for the Coalition of Independent Nations, both in terms of morale and the strategic value of Florida. We will bring freedom to Florida and while many of you may die, that is a sacrifice we must be willin' to make if we are to liberate those who are being oppressed by the Fascists in Miami. Those fools who wish to emulate the failures of Hitler, Mussolini, and Saddam because they refuse to learn from history. There is a bullet with their names on it and we are the ones who will pull the trigger, ending their delusion with a bang." Colonel Warwick said to his men, the 1st Alabama hooting and hollering in celebration.

[The Territories of Sealand]

Sealand has decided to send economical aid to the socialist forces, as well as guns, ammunition, and spare parts for machinery and weapons. The country intends to ramp up support over the next few weeks, and eventually direct military support will be made. This move almost failed the vote in Parliament, and there is a widespread movement to back the federal government or even to leave the conflict, though with the socialists support among the populace and the war not going badly for them at present, Sealand will back the socialist faction. The Sealandian air force and navy are on high alert, and Sealand is working to establish stronger diplomatic ties with the Republic of America. Sealand hopes for a socialist victory soon, while seeing if the independence movements can be negotiated with.

[Ellinika Nisia]

Alaskan Front
The American Republics ceded their portion of Alaska to the coaltion of Independent Nation Coalition to strengthen ties and to further focus on the West Coast, leaving CIN troops able to attack and seize the American Empire’s portion of Alaska. Small scale skirmishes occur between CIN and US forces.

West Coast Front
CIN and AR forces achieved major victories, nearly pushing US forces out of Washington and Oregon. The American Empire was fully kicked out of the region, causing a massive a morale loss for their forces.

Greater Midwestern Front
The American Empire would lose bits of it's remaining land, while managing to expand ever so slightly into barley defended US territory. CIN would seize most of the former American Empire’s land with limited support from the socialists. The American Republics would see success in pushing back US soldiers, gaining a lot more land.

Southern Front
Texas would see massive gains by CIN and AR forces against the American Empire, a push into Florida led by Flarbinina would see gains and an AR landing further down. Other land in the South would be taken by AR and CIN, following the Empire’s retreat North.

East Coast and New England Front
The bulk of pro-USA international forces would be sent to the front, hoping to liberate the entirety of it before focusing elsewhere. Significant US victories would occur, causing AR, CIN and AE to lose chunks of land but resistance has slowed the advance.

[The Selkie]

In 2041...

...the Free Lands were far from perfect.
The Selkie knew that, the Elders knew that, any foreigner would know that. The Selkie always prided themselves with accepting that and working towards making them as close to perfect as they could. Not all pulled for that goal, however, and there were many different ideas as to how that was to be achieved.
The Tribalists called for cultural purity, for all the rights to the Born Selkie and nearly none to anyone else. They stood for Anti-Imperialism, Anti-Communism, Anti-Liberalism and Anti-Fascism and against the Strategic and Economic Alliance. They were militarists, technocrats, traditionalists... who wanted the newest computers on their desks with the best internet connections available.
The Reform Movement was more progressive and especially a lot greener. They were about eliminating economic and social inequalities through public policy and advocating social safety nets and rights of workers. They were usually put into the direction of a green party.
The Fortham School of Thought were the bona-fide communists, at least in the eyes of outside observers.
Of the Fifteen Elders, which were collectively the Head of State of the Free Lands, fourteen were aligned to one of these ideologies. Their debates had become heated, their discussions battles, their decisions... vanished. None were reached as the Elders fought about every comma.
The Offices, which were the real experts in leading the government, took the reins, as far as they could, coordinated with the Merchant Guild of Leuda, the Council of Cities and the City Councils.
Guidance, expected from the Elders, was not given, which led to the rise of another political actor: The Council of the High Priests, led by Mona Beag of the Tribe of Louth, 37 Springs old and the spiritual leader of the Selkie, as she was the Envoy and Wife to Lodan Lir. Internationally, she was called the High Priestess of the Selkie.
And it was with her, that the Head of the Foreign Office was together one afternoon in the summer of 2041...

[u]Mona Beag of the Tribe of Louth.
Sanctuary of Roses, Fortham.[/i]
Tyran Téghtharann of the Tribe of Monaghan was a gentleman, if there ever was one. Tall, dark-haired and blue eyed, he was certainly to be in the dreams of the young Servant, Amy, if I remembered correctly, who tended to the Sanctuary of Roses in Fortham.
How much of the Geansai he was currently wearing he would wear in her dreams was anyone's guess.
That was of little concern to me, however.
The Sanctuary of Roses was an adjunct to the Temple of Lodan Lir here in Fortham, not too far away from the Grand Temple of Rhiannon. It was a quiet place, a small garden with a fire dish on a small altar, a few rose bushes, benches, a wall surrounding it... it was a small sanctuary, a sacred grove in anything but name.
I knelt on the flagstones on that afternoon, praying, when the head of the Foreign Office came to pay me a visit.
Amy, a Selkie-Maiden of sixteen Springs, needed a moment to realize, that her presence was needed elsewhere quite urgently, especially after I had finished my prayer and did not begin the next one.
The door closed.
"Remember when I told you about the civil war in the United States of America?", he asked, I nodded. Pleasantries were, currently, not needed. "Several outside actors have declared their support and we have reasons to believe, that they will move troops into the country."
"And what would you want me do? Ask Lodan Lir to sink them to the bottom of the Ocean?", I asked, a certain mirth in my voice. Then I sighed: "We both know, that the Elders will not listen to me, if I ask them for a clear statement. They have not listened to you either, so why should they listen to me?" He gave a grunt in acknowledgement. "At the same time, that is hardly our fight... after all, these United States have no nuclear capabilities anymore and their corner of the world got a lot wilder by distributing the nukes like candy. So, what would there be to gain for us?"
"A leader."
I was silent, turned. "Pardon?"
"This country needs a leader, more then anything. Somebody, who takes charge, who tells the Elders, that their advice..."
"A High King."
"A High Priestess.", he corrected. "One above the other High Priests, one, who takes charge of this country and who actually leads us." He pointed at the walls, or rather beyond them. "We both know the issues of this country, issues, which the Elder Council can't face because they are too occupied with..."
"Stop."
He did.
My head raced. He was right. He was also wrong.
My heart raced, too. Unconciously, I put my hand onto my stomach, where my womb was... this was unprecedented. There were emergency plans for when the Council was unable to find a decision because they were down a few members, but... there was nothing about whether or not they were not able to reach a decision.
Oh, how I wished to have Milady Macha's wisdom.
Or her mirth.
Or both, preferably.
I closed my eyes.
Lodan Lir, give me strength...
When I opened them again, I rose, and spoke: "Please inform Admiral Tumadóir, that she is to meet us in your office in an hour. The Free Lands will..." I stopped. "I would like to talk with her about us possibly supporting the United States, the legitimate government, at least diplomatically, possibly militarily. And I want to talk with her about who is supposed to take charge when the Elders can't take charge."
I knew, that Tyran grinned.
I was not.

---

By the end of the day, the first press release went out, calling for all sides in this conflict to stay calm and to not act too rashly. I signed it as the High Priestess of the Selkie.
Less publically, I got Admiral Tumadóir to swear her allegiance to me. And with her allegiance, I had the SDF's allegiance.
We were all sick and tired of the lack of leadership and guidance from the Elders and it was necessary, that someone took charge.
And, as newly minted head of government and head of state, I sent a message to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the United States: I offered my sympathies, my thoughts and prayers... and support, in the form of mercenaries of the Mercenary Guild of Redruth, who could and would re-establish law and order in some areas, if that was wished. Of course, while officially, they would be under command and control from Washington, we would pay their fees.
The important part was not, what I offered, but that I offered it.
That I offered it.
It would be a few long weeks.

[Mat She]

After a week of preparation, the prelude to the offensive was ready to kick off. Its goal was to capture strategic infrastructure to Philadelphia and New Jersey, the objectives which were to be captured in the offensive, as well as give the green troops a taste of combat before the major offensive.
The attack began precisely at 5:00; with many troops this would be their first experience in combat. At first, the defenders held on to their territory. However, taking casualties, many retreated to their next line of defense. Planes above interdicted enemy supply lines to ensure little reinforcements could arrive, as tanks began to arrive supporting the breakthrough. The objective of the small offensive was a success, albeit with higher than expected casualties.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

0100 hours - Warsaw Castle - Commonwealth of the Kingdoms of Prussia and Poland

---

Two children lay in two seperate beds. An older woman, worn by time and the stresses of both statecraft and motherhood, but still blessed with some of her younger beauty, kept a silent watch over them.
The younger of the two, Maria, was approaching her tenth birthday. The older, Eyk, had just reached his 13th.
Their oldest child was God knows where; ostensibly university in Britain. To say that he and his father were not on speaking terms would be an understatement. But Ida Findehoof von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon still loved him, as all mothers do, no matter how horrid their children, and prayed to her Gods for his safety.

For everyone's safety, in this day and age. Her husband, Berengar, threw himself into his work from the start: it was a wonder to them both that they still found time for each other, and Berengar especially cursed Damocles' sword each day. His father had been a great man; Berengar, as merely a good one, had to strongarm, plead, threaten, and blackmail, where his father merely had to ask. The Reichswehr asked for one thing; the Sejm for another, the Church for a third, and meeting any one of those requests would offend the other two.

She had coached him, in those early days after Radziwill's failed coup and Crassus' passing, alongside his father's folk. General Lillian Macduff, savior of Italy, had taught him the operational art. Bronislaw Vyterski and Andre Kuczera taught him the art of fiscal and economic policy, while she taught him tact. A soldier's frankness and biting tongue were why she married him, but they would not serve him well in the halls of power.

A slight snore from Eyk jolted her out of her thoughts, and she smiled.

"Gods with thee." she muttered, laying a light hand first on Eyk's head, and then Maria's. With that, she turned, and left their room, before passing through Warsaw Castle's many corridors. A few functionaries, one or two guards with battle-rifles slung, were still awake; the former greeted her, as they passed by, with deference and a quiet 'Your Majesty', the latter with a salute and the occasional tired smile. Soon she arrived at the bedroom she shared with Berengar, and, after laying down on the bed, re-opened the book she had been reading as she waited for her husband to return from work.

---

Berengar von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon was not having a good early-morning.
The discussions were reaching a fever-pitch. The Foreign Ministry advocated, rather passionately, for an albeit limited involvement; the Reichswehr, loathe to get involved in another counterinsurgency campaign that took money from their preparations for a conventional war, argued against any involvement,

Arguments were tossed back and forth; the Reichswehr was unprepared for an unconventional war? This war was effectively conventional and they could pull out after that phase was over. Blowback? The effects of a potentially hostile power seizing control of America and it's nuclear arsenal was far worse. A war would be unpopular? No need for open involvement if it really came to that; air power, mercenaries, and special-operations troops could be devestating. This would not be another Afghanistan; Prussia-Poland had learned, and learned well. It would be another Italy; a brief, bloody, and violent war at the end of which Prussia-Poland would find itself with new friends in America. The Foreign Ministry was making good points. Yet the shadow of Afghanistan lingered on him, had made him suspicious of new wars.

While he dwelled on his time there, he suddenly noticed that one of the Abwehr officers present even seemed to be eating a bag of popcorn, when he thought noone was looking. Come to think of it, the Abwehr representatives hadn't spoken at all since arriving, and seemed mainly to be observing, and undoubtly suppressing laughter as the bickering went on.

Berengar couldn't blame them. Were it not for the gravity of the situation, he likely would have treated it as a spectacle as well.

That aside, the conversation seemed to be in a rut. Loud tones of inside voice, table-banging, passive-aggressive jabs, attempts by a few junior members to deescalate the conversation... at this rate he simply wanted to leave. But alas; his role right now was that of a mediator. He was to weigh the merits of both sides and then come to a decision, and so he had to stay.

---

Two hours later, at around 3am, Berengar pronunced his judgement.

In conjunction with, potentially, the Selkie if they did so, they would deploy troops on the down low. Mercenaries, contractors, special operations troops, and perhaps aircraft, painted without markings; all to be offered to the legitimate American government. If things went awry, they were to attempt to(with the American Government's blessing) secure and destroy the American nuclear arsenal.
With that done he staggered out of the conference room, up the elevator and a few halls, and into his and Ida's bedroom.

Ida looked up as he entered. "Ah...another meeting?" she asked, as she closed her book and left it on the nightstand.
"Yeah..." Berengar muttered, as he loosened his tie and collapsed onto the bed. "The American Civil War, all over again."

"Unfortunate." Ida sighed. "Although painfully ironic, considering what they were up to in the 1990s to 2021."

"You don't say..."

The two remained quiet for a long while. Ida's hand wandered over to Berengar's, and he clung on to if as if he were afraid she would disappear.

"...I do not know if this will turn into another Afghanistan." he said. "I hope it does not. But it may."

"Let us pray it does not." Ida concurred. "And you...you need to sleep." She frowned, and studied her husband's worn, haggard, face. "You've been burning the candle at both ends and eating trash too much lately. Go to bed, and tomorrow, take a shower and treat yourself or I will wash you myself and force-feed you."

Berengar cracked a weak smile, despite the pit in his stomach. "And what if I want that?"

Now it was Ida's turn to smile. "Still a cheeky little rat, I see." she replied, before pecking him in the cheek. "Goodnight."

"G'night, love..."

---

As the two slept, things began to come together.

The Abwehr's old mercenary armies began to be marshalled, each bidding for the contract to deploy to America. The Reichswehr's special operations units began to draw up plans for operations, as did the Abwehr's in-house paramilitary units.

As they did so, the Foreign Ministry sent a secret offer of aid to the American government.

[Flarbinia]

Colonel Warwick entered the office of the command center for their section of the Florida Front, an old man sitting behind a desk. "General Winslow." Colonel Warwick said to the officer before saluting. "Colonel Warwick, your men have done well, but just because we managed to catch the Fascists with their pants down doesn't mean that we haven't kicked the hornets' nest. Your men will be redeployed to Jacksonville where you will link up with the 3rd Georgia and the 4th Louisiana. From there, all three regiments will head south and clear the road to Daytona Beach. We will need to punch through enemy lines if we are to beat the Reds to Miami." General Winslow said to Colonel Warwick as he pointed at their current location on the map, then moved his finger to Jacksonville and then moved it to Daytona. "Wait a minute, sir. The Reds are in Florida?" Colonel Warwick asked General Winslow. "Yes, Colonel. I just received the report from Intelligence. Bastards established a small beachhead in the south. You're dismissed, Colonel." General Winslow said to Colonel Warwick, the Colonel saluting before leaving the command center.

[New Antarcticania]

In the year 2041, there is only war for the Antarticans.
War against the natives in their colonies,
war against spies and those who wish to turn their nation upside down,
war against terrorists, against political rivals.
War against them all.
Millitary spending, amounting to the tens of trillions worth in resources, have reached a peak.
When the resources in other countries began to dry, the Antarticans continued to exploit.
When the world was burning under the flame of democracy, the Antarcticans kept peace under a wiretap.
And when the Very bastion of Democracy itself was in flames...
Well, they just couldn't resist.
The order went out four days ago, a task force was assembled, soldiers loaded, ships mustered, planes flying.
The strike begins now.
Boris Yaklavich may be dead years ago.
But Antarctica, She lives.

198th tatical naval aviation Squadron "Ufa", 4th naval aviation wing "Vostroya's Vultures".
Fleet rated CATOBAR carrier ADF Stalongrad(FLTCV-7), flight deck.
Approx. 50 nautical miles from the coast of flordia.
M+ 4d 15hr 8min 08sec and counting

"Catapult heatsinks spooling...10..50...90...we're green!"
"Barriers up!"
"LAUNCH!"
The electromagnetic catapult of the stalongrad hurled the Su-57M into the sky, the afterburner screeches like an toddler as the Plane is lifted into the air, and dissappears from view, the Traffic controller calls out.
"Heat dissipation nominal, next one!"
1st lieutenant Kholodov Vladimir's Su-57 taxied onto the catapult. Gears locked position, flaps down. Bright flashing screen by the end of the catapult.

IDLE

The destroyer to his right pops open one of her VLS launchers, everyone on the deck turned their attentions towards the ship as klaxons sound, he warning the clear off the destroyer's deck.
PHOSHEWWWW!
...
Another one, this time from an ship behind the carrier.
PHOSHEEWWW!
Another one,
Another one,
Another one.
Waves of red lights in the distance, followed by white contrails.
The missiles head eastwards.
Towards Tampa.
"Raising Catapult power output... 50...80...90...we're green! Throttle to full!"

FULL

Vladimir pushes his throttle as far as it would go, and braces himself.

......

The cruise missiles launched at Tampa was a probe. This attack was merely a probe of flordian air defenses, by observing where the missile was shot down, and, the dummy cruise missiles, having being fitted with short-range Radar scanners on where the warhead was supposed to be. Can (with an little triangulation, of course.), figure out where were the cruises shot down, figuring out the Range of Floridian Sam systems, and most importantly (again, with a little trigonometry), where were the missiles from. And what type of SAM are they using.
By using this tatic, they'll have an rogh idea on where they are. Enough Intellegence for the Antarticans to deploy assets for SEAD sorties. And this time, the Antarticans have really put an emphasis on the Supression part of the sortie.

AWACS "Kihibiny" (Beriev A-100)
<<This is AWACS Kihibiny to all friendly aircraft, 45 Nautical miles to target, arm all weapons.><<Remeber we're backed by UN resolution B-87362, anything millitary in the free-fire zone is free game.>>

Staliovich-12 "Kohla"
<<Wait, are we actually?>>

AWACS Kihibiny
<<No, i don't think anoyone except the ANTIFAs are gonna like us.... well, until we round em' up, anyways.>>

Bouyt-7 "Volgaman"
<<[Inaudiable], you guys are getting too worried about the Coalitions already, it's flordia! Who the hell wants to go to that shithole other than us?>>
<<Besides, we got those new jammer pods that those guys at ufa are brandishing, they wont even hear us until they see the missile!>>

Mygan-2 "Cloudmole"
<<First, this shithole they call tampa. Next, New york city, eh?>>

Nord-3 "Flot"
<<yeah! I refuse to die until i can put a missile through the Statue of liberty! Give em' a second Mogadishu!>>

AWACS Kihibiny
<<long way to go until that, we still got the coast the wipe up after this, not like they'll have much of an costal defense line after this, though...>>

Mygan-2 "Cloudmole"
<<or that they had one in the first place, panic is still settling in, and concrete bunkers take a hell of a lot of time to build.>>
<<[inaudiable]… sometimes i wish i was in artillery instead of this....>>

The 48-strong formation head towards the floridian coast, the hearld to the Antartican's arrival.
The offensive has begun.
The war has begun.

[Imperialiss]

By now, the troops from Imperialiss were on US soil, hardened troops with decades of experience fighting communist insurgents , this made them perfect for fighting the smaller, demoralised Fascist forces on the southern front. The battle lines were drawn, and the 1st Imperialiss Airborne would make preparations for a drop into the northernmost pocket of fascist supporters on the southern front, while the 30th Rangers would mobilise and move to attack on land against the same area. The Air Cavalry still lacked specific orders, but their was talk among the upper ranks of sending them west.

It was time to repay the Americans for their help in the Imperialiss civil war.

[Hintuwan]

Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Commonwealth of Hintuwan FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE | 2022 | January 6th The Commonwealth of Hintuwan is closely monitoring the situation in the United States of America, and calls upon all parties currently engaged in fighting in the nation to implement the utmost restraint, prevent any further acts of aggression against civilians, and ensure respect for the rules of war as well as human rights. All Hintuwanis who are still in the United States, particularly those who are in the country for non-essential reasons, are encouraged to consider leaving by commercial means at the earliest possible time. We would also like to inform all current combatants that the Hintuwani government is currently organizing an independent civilian evacuation operation in order to assist non-combatants, Hintuwani or otherwise, in fleeing wartorn America. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is more than willing to issue special VISAs for refugees and open its border to help anyone wishing to do so. We have currently deployed the 3rd Hintuwani CSG to the Mexican Gulf as an extension of this policy. From there we will coordinate with local coast guard authorities in order to not violate the US' maritime territorial integrity. This task force that we are sending possesses minimal offensive capabilities in order to accomodate refugee space and should not be fired upon. Should it be fired upon regardless, it possesses the capability to defend itself and contact nearby hidden submarine task forces to assist in protecting the lives of its passengers. We do not wish this to happen and thus we ask the cooperation of all sides in helping us achieve our goal of safeguarding the human rights of those who have merely been caught up in this conflict. Signed, Darin Sariwa Minister of Foreign Affairs Hintuwan

[The Democratic Republic of Nytoa]

12k Nytoan soldiers plan to invade florida from the coast of Haiti backed by 134 tanks 38 bombers 52 fighters and 18 interceptors. 11 corvetes, 8 U boats 7 destroyers and 4 cruisers. The invasion force also plans to try and start rebellions against the fascists that will help the Nytoan soldiers. Not wanting to spark a war with the socialists they assure the socialists they will not attack them. 4 days later the invasion of florida begins

[GreatOceania]

A squadron of An-12 aircrafts was flying over the ocean towards America carrying 15,000 paratroopers and 20 M-84s it was a very under strength group but they were to be sent in to secure an area for more troops to arrive, inside the aircraft many of the troops were talking with each other on how this war might end early before they get there.

One soldier Private KS-32 was looking out the window of aircraft eyeing the Hurricane Interceptors that were escorting them they were the modern jets of Oceania a huge upgrade over the Mig-21s however they were put into other roles so they wouldn’t risk being shot down and captured that’s what he overheard before he got onto the aircraft looking away from the window towards his rifle it was the standard STGW-57 chambered for the 8mm Mauser round which many relied on to kill somebody it was a better weapon then the Vz.24 or the Vz.52 that some troops were issued.

After talking with one of the crew the jump master walked towards the ramp and announced to the entire plane “Within a hour you boys will arrive on the east coast of America in North Carolina y there you jump out of my plane and regroup with your units clear the area to make a landing area so more of us can arrive and then make your way down south, prepare for a shit show the intelligence department said we’ll be fighting 3 factions while supporting the poor USA” mocking that last part as if the country couldn’t prevent a civil war from breaking out

After the announcement everyone got quiet they heard the man they will arrive within a hour they will arrive over the country and there stuff will get serious. The Plane ride it was only a hour until their designated jump area to some felt long as if it wanted the soldiers to think about their last moments before jumping into a death zone until then it was quiet ride

[Ellinika Nisia]

Alaskan Front
CIN would continue to push back the small US garrisons stationed in the barren wastes, oil would begin being extracted once more and delivered to various other CIN and AR fronts. Rumours of a deal to allow Alaskan independence for peace has circulated across the US.

West Coast Front
The US and AE was fully pushed out of the region, as a lot of CIN and AR forces successfully encircled the remaining forces, managing to take a lot of equipment which would be used to push further into the US and AR land causing small skirmishes across the borders.

Greater Midwestern Front
Little fighting would occur on this front, some land would be seized by AR and CIN forces mainly from the US and the collapsing American Empire faction, that is suffering from heavy morale loss.

Southern Front
The American Empire would be completely removed from Florida, as CIN, US and AR forces temporarily worked together to remove the unpopular fascists from the state. The AE would also see heavy losses in Texas and much of the lower south, mostly by CIN soldiers. AR would push back a US assault, causing the loss of more land.

East Coast and New England Front
With the multiple mercenaries and nations requests to enter the US accepted by the government, all of Upper New England would be liberated and significant territory would be gained along the coast.

[Imperialiss]

As airborne landed in Nashville, it became clear that the Fascists were not going to be simply pushed out of the city, and that even if they were, they would have to wait for the Rangers to march to the northernmost part of the city (the part currently in the IEF-Imperialiss Expeditionary Force), through Tennessee State. Meanwhile, 2 Battalions of Imperialiss Marines were stationed In New England to await further orders alongside the Air Cavalry.

[The Democratic Republic of Nytoa]

Nytoa has officially declared support for the USA th 12k soldiers sent to florida are called back to Haiti where they will be reinforced with 10k more soldiers and go to the remaining fascist forces in Texas then pushing on to try and take Oklahoma. Before the attack missiles launched from Haiti and the Dominican Republic rain down on military instillations in fascist Texas with a total of 23 fired. Then 43 are fired at fascist Oklahoma meant to take out military locations.

[The Territories of Sealand]

Now ready to send troops, the Sealandian army is deployed to the East Coast in support of the American Republic. Sealand promises to follow the laws of war and human rights, and is willing to trade with Alaska. Voices in favor of neutrality or joining the government forces are dying out, and Little Brother is surprisingly in favor of the actions taken for the American Republic, and is willing to co-operate with independence movements if necessary. Sealand is mainly sending infantry and air-superiority fighters to the front, while submarines prepare to patrol the coast in an attempt to blockade the US from foreign aid. Humanitarian aid or similar is permitted to get to the government forces and its citizens, though Sealand will try to prevent aid from being sent to the government. The blockade will only begin when the fascist forces surrender.

[The Selkie]

[...]

East Coast and New England Front
With the multiple mercenaries and nations requests to enter the US accepted by the government, all of Upper New England would be liberated and significant territory would be gained along the coast.

Mona Beag of the Tribe of Louth.
Sanctuary of Roses, Fortham.
I leaned back on the bench in the Sanctuary of Roses, a manila folder in my hands. Between me and Tyran, a tablet sat, tea cups and a small can arranged on it. Amy the Grovecleaner had left them here for us, leaving us to the grizzly government business.
She was a sweet girl, but she had little to do with government functions.
Along the American East Coast and New England Front had accepted our offer for aid, for paying for mercenaries for them - we were by far the smallest contingent, the Comhórtas Mercenary Company had been selected. Several hundred men and women, former SDF, discharged for various reasons, the terrain posed little problem to them, for New England was not that different from the Trossach.
They were supported by the Eanreiche Mercenary Company, which had swapped their old Veilbhits, which they had flown in my younger days, for more modern SDY-Sciathan 22 Fairtheoir Carrier Support Aircraft. Amy Umareosla of the Tribe of Wicklow was not flying anymore, she was more of a CEO these days, but their ten aircraft were a valuable addition, I was sure.
There was also a report...

0100 hours - Warsaw Castle - Commonwealth of the Kingdoms of Prussia and Poland

---

Two children lay in two seperate beds. An older woman, worn by time and the stresses of both statecraft and motherhood, but still blessed with some of her younger beauty, kept a silent watch over them.
The younger of the two, Maria, was approaching her tenth birthday. The older, Eyk, had just reached his 13th.
Their oldest child was God knows where; ostensibly university in Britain. To say that he and his father were not on speaking terms would be an understatement. But Ida Findehoof von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon still loved him, as all mothers do, no matter how horrid their children, and prayed to her Gods for his safety.

For everyone's safety, in this day and age. Her husband, Berengar, threw himself into his work from the start: it was a wonder to them both that they still found time for each other, and Berengar especially cursed Damocles' sword each day. His father had been a great man; Berengar, as merely a good one, had to strongarm, plead, threaten, and blackmail, where his father merely had to ask. The Reichswehr asked for one thing; the Sejm for another, the Church for a third, and meeting any one of those requests would offend the other two.

She had coached him, in those early days after Radziwill's failed coup and Crassus' passing, alongside his father's folk. General Lillian Macduff, savior of Italy, had taught him the operational art. Bronislaw Vyterski and Andre Kuczera taught him the art of fiscal and economic policy, while she taught him tact. A soldier's frankness and biting tongue were why she married him, but they would not serve him well in the halls of power.

A slight snore from Eyk jolted her out of her thoughts, and she smiled.

"Gods with thee." she muttered, laying a light hand first on Eyk's head, and then Maria's. With that, she turned, and left their room, before passing through Warsaw Castle's many corridors. A few functionaries, one or two guards with battle-rifles slung, were still awake; the former greeted her, as they passed by, with deference and a quiet 'Your Majesty', the latter with a salute and the occasional tired smile. Soon she arrived at the bedroom she shared with Berengar, and, after laying down on the bed, re-opened the book she had been reading as she waited for her husband to return from work.

---

Berengar von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon was not having a good early-morning.
The discussions were reaching a fever-pitch. The Foreign Ministry advocated, rather passionately, for an albeit limited involvement; the Reichswehr, loathe to get involved in another counterinsurgency campaign that took money from their preparations for a conventional war, argued against any involvement,

Arguments were tossed back and forth; the Reichswehr was unprepared for an unconventional war? This war was effectively conventional and they could pull out after that phase was over. Blowback? The effects of a potentially hostile power seizing control of America and it's nuclear arsenal was far worse. A war would be unpopular? No need for open involvement if it really came to that; air power, mercenaries, and special-operations troops could be devestating. This would not be another Afghanistan; Prussia-Poland had learned, and learned well. It would be another Italy; a brief, bloody, and violent war at the end of which Prussia-Poland would find itself with new friends in America. The Foreign Ministry was making good points. Yet the shadow of Afghanistan lingered on him, had made him suspicious of new wars.

While he dwelled on his time there, he suddenly noticed that one of the Abwehr officers present even seemed to be eating a bag of popcorn, when he thought noone was looking. Come to think of it, the Abwehr representatives hadn't spoken at all since arriving, and seemed mainly to be observing, and undoubtly suppressing laughter as the bickering went on.

Berengar couldn't blame them. Were it not for the gravity of the situation, he likely would have treated it as a spectacle as well.

That aside, the conversation seemed to be in a rut. Loud tones of inside voice, table-banging, passive-aggressive jabs, attempts by a few junior members to deescalate the conversation... at this rate he simply wanted to leave. But alas; his role right now was that of a mediator. He was to weigh the merits of both sides and then come to a decision, and so he had to stay.

---

Two hours later, at around 3am, Berengar pronunced his judgement.

In conjunction with, potentially, the Selkie if they did so, they would deploy troops on the down low. Mercenaries, contractors, special operations troops, and perhaps aircraft, painted without markings; all to be offered to the legitimate American government. If things went awry, they were to attempt to(with the American Government's blessing) secure and destroy the American nuclear arsenal.
With that done he staggered out of the conference room, up the elevator and a few halls, and into his and Ida's bedroom.

Ida looked up as he entered. "Ah...another meeting?" she asked, as she closed her book and left it on the nightstand.
"Yeah..." Berengar muttered, as he loosened his tie and collapsed onto the bed. "The American Civil War, all over again."

"Unfortunate." Ida sighed. "Although painfully ironic, considering what they were up to in the 1990s to 2021."

"You don't say..."

The two remained quiet for a long while. Ida's hand wandered over to Berengar's, and he clung on to if as if he were afraid she would disappear.

"...I do not know if this will turn into another Afghanistan." he said. "I hope it does not. But it may."

"Let us pray it does not." Ida concurred. "And you...you need to sleep." She frowned, and studied her husband's worn, haggard, face. "You've been burning the candle at both ends and eating trash too much lately. Go to bed, and tomorrow, take a shower and treat yourself or I will wash you myself and force-feed you."

Berengar cracked a weak smile, despite the pit in his stomach. "And what if I want that?"

Now it was Ida's turn to smile. "Still a cheeky little rat, I see." she replied, before pecking him in the cheek. "Goodnight."

"G'night, love..."

---

As the two slept, things began to come together.

The Abwehr's old mercenary armies began to be marshalled, each bidding for the contract to deploy to America. The Reichswehr's special operations units began to draw up plans for operations, as did the Abwehr's in-house paramilitary units.

As they did so, the Foreign Ministry sent a secret offer of aid to the American government.

...about mercenary companies, which may or may not be affiliated to the Prussian Polish Abwehr being contacted for proposals for a deployment to America.
And they had poked us informally if we would do something as well. King Berengar, married to a half-Selkie by the name of Ida, was a friend of the Selkie, not by marriage, but, I presumed, conviction. I wondered how he would react to my...
...'coup' is a very dirty word.
For now, Tyran would respond equally informally, that we had send and would continue to send if necessary mercenaries, who's payment could not be traced back to us, to aid the legitimate government. He would also attach the intelligence report, that the front in New England was moving in favour of the legitimate government.
"And what about internally?", I asked.
"So far, we have little in the ways of a reaction to you taking over.", Tyran responded, "The Elders seem mostly shocked, the general population expects what comes, the economy does as well... the Council of Cities has called you for a heart to heart." He smiled and handed me the invitation. "It's in Cuan."
"Home grounds.", I said and handed the invitation back. "How high are the chances, that I'll need assistance by the Arrowmaidens or the SDF?"
"I asked the Admiral, if she can't keep something at the ready to keep the order.", Tyran responded. "People are waiting for what happens. Have you decided what will happen with the Elders?"
"They will continue to live, if that is the question.", I replied, "They will return to their role as wise advisors to the Head of Government. For now. We need reforms, Tyran. Clearness about who does what, codified and written down, not ancient traditions, which have fifteen solutions for one problem."
Tyran nodded.
"As for America...", I added with a smile, "...let's hope, it all goes well."

[Flarbinia]

"You requested me, General." Colonel Warwick said to General Winslow as the Coalition Forces in Daytona Beach celebrated their victory, the suite that had been converted into a command center being a far cry from the large tents and abandoned warehouses he was used to. "With the Fascists driven out of Florida, you and your men have a new assignment. Northern Alabama and a piece of Northern Georgia is still under the control of the American Empire. It is time that we liberated them. The 1st Alabama will be redeployed to Talladega, where you'll link up with the 15th Florida. From there, both regiments will head north until they reach the Scottsboro, at which point, you will head east while the 15th Florida will prepare for a counterattack by Imperial troops. Is that clear, Colonel?" General Winslow said to Colonel Warwick. "Crystal clear, General. But, what about Florida? Miami is under the control of the Feds and the Reds have taken whatever scraps are left." Colonel Warwick said to General Winslow as they walked onto the balcony. "For now, we'll have to let that steak cool off for a bit. You are dismissed, Colonel." General Winslow said to Colonel Warwick, the Colonel simply saluting before heading out to join the festivities.