A Clash of Kings(IC, Invite Only, Closed)

by **The United Remnants of America** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 9:02 pm

"The past is dead; let it bury its dead, its hopes and its aspirations; before you lies the future--a future full of golden promise." - Jefferson Davis

A Nation in Turmoil

The United Front Confederation is on the verge of another civil war.

Originally, the United Front Confederation, commonly referred to as the UFC, was the United Front, a band of allied freedom fighters, criminal factions, and rogue military cells working together to bring down their host nations. However, as they were moved out of their own countries, and civilians slowly joined the cause, the United Front was force to settle down in a fairly inhospitable location to support their people. Now, the UFC is a nation, by any definition of the word, whether or not they're recognized by their neighbors or the world stage as a whole. The alliance of terrorist groups now serves as a confederation of governments operating around a centralized district with a central power. The United Front Confederation is considered by many to be a rogue nation, but to the inhabitants of the nation, it is one thing: A new life.

New Islamabad. The central city of the UFC. It serves as the nation's capital, and as the largest city, the 9.2 million people of the UFC live either in the city, or in the rural sprawl surrounding the city in all directions. There, the people, collectively referred to by outsiders as Baghi, speak English or Pashto in order to converse. From the central authority outward to the several outer districts, the people of the UFC live a harsh but sustainable life.

Two years ago, the UFC splintered apart in a civil war that tore apart lives, families, and districts. In the years since then, the factions of the UFC have worked to mend broken trust in an attempt to foster new relationships, but the central government of the UFC is still a broken nation, always one breath away from conflict. In an unprecedented move, the central government has allowed peacekeepers from the peaceful nation of Krossa into the confederation's borders, giving great anger to the factions of the confederation that had previously warred against the central government. The separatists have never wanted international attention and stick to a code of isolationism and independence, and just as in the last civil war, they will go to many lengths to achieve this end and overthrow the central government's authority.

War is once again on the UFC's doorstep, and the leaders of the small nation have called together a conference to discuss their situation.

Factions

Loyalists

Separatists

Others

Dramatis Personæ

Various

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC

1/12/2017 - 10:28

The bunker complex that made up the offices and conference rooms of the Central Authority of the United Front Confederation was relatively vulnerable to attack, but since it was the backbone of a nation that was left mostly undisturbed by the rest of the world, its only threat was from internal conflict, and the bunker served as a well enough defense for that. Most districts in the UFC were not armed well enough to be a real threat to the bunker's steel-reinforced concrete walls, especially since the only armored vehicles currently in the nation were under the command of those in the bunker.

One of the largest rooms in the bunker was also the best-furnished. It was one of the three most important rooms in the bunker complex, only trumped by the office of Commander Scott and the Blue Force Situation Room, which had a full map of the city nation and its outlying suburbs. This room was known officially as the Leadership Conference Room, but was known colloquially as the debate hall. Inside was a larger oaken table that had been carefully brought down into the sublevel of the bunker and assembled in the dimly-lit room. Thin blue carpet had even been put in, a far-cry from the concrete floors elsewhere in the stratocratic office. Around the table sat twelve comfortable rolling office chairs with small bronze plaques on the table, setting placements. On the table, pressed between the bare oak and a glass cover, was the grey and red flag of the United Front Confederation.

At the head of the table, with a plaque of silver rather than bronze, was the President of the UFC, head of the Central Authority, Commander Ibrahim Scott. His short blonde hair was cropped to a spike and was just starting to show grey on the temples. His face was smudged in oil and dirt. He once looked youthful, but now the relatively young national leader looked old, tired even. He'd just come from an inspection of the mechanized and armored vehicles under the Central Authority's command and had had no time to clean up before the meeting of the leaders of the country, further making him look less of a leader of a country and more of a blue-collar mechanic. Directly behind him, sitting in cheaply-made chairs against the wall, were his second-in-command Captain Lars Kherry and the speaker of the People's Command, not to be confused with the military unit, though several members of the unit were also part of the legislative body of fifty individuals.

The Central Authority was in the geographic as well as the metaphorical center of the UFC, with the districts radiating outward in a more or less spoke-like pattern. The district leaders were arrayed based on where their districts were if Scott's location indicated North. Directly to Scott's left was the imperious Caflan, Exalt Kyros. Next was Karish CEO Lesley, his swarthy, umber skin standing out among the group. The deeply tanned and powerful-looking Peuntian Autarch Cortez was next, followed by the pale and stone-faced Flattnian Empress Antionova. At the "south" of the table, Captain Arsohn of the RATS Rangers sat with indifference. The Brotherhood of Steel's High Elder Mooth was next, his bald head contrasting with his thick, but neatly-kept black beard. Forced to sit beside her political rival, High Elder Aldrich of the Argent Brotherhood sat, her auburn hair tied back into a smart braid. The Alliance's Commander al-Hamid was next, his long hair and beard kept unruly, and his tunic's left sleeve tied closed; a constant reminder that he'd lost an arm two years ago. The Anean Exalt Erodrik was next, his pale face etched in religious tattoos and his jet black hair cut stylishly. An empty chair was next, with the name "Prince Leon Marquis" written on the bronze plaque. The Prince of the Livertean Monarchy was killed along with his family by Loyalist troops during the last civil war, and his district had been divided among the two neighbors. It had been decided a chair would be kept in memoriam of the Liverteans who died in the war. Finally, sitting to Scott's right was the Woolwarkian Citizen Aruf, dressed in cultural tribal attire. While there was no representative for Port Koro, which was essentially independent, Empress Antionova represented it, since Port Koro had resided within her district before the civil war had seen the port become a Separatist base. The eleven district leaders sat calmly at the oaken table, waiting for their President to begin the meeting.

Commander Scott looked down at his notes and briefings, shuffling the papers and heaving a sigh as he did so. The president's expression betrayed his feelings of annoyance and nervousness. This meeting was necessary to assuage the separatists, who had been in an uproar over the past few weeks, and a glance at each of their faces in turn showed that even now, they were no less upset at recent developments. Scott nodded, more to himself than to anyone around him, just as a way to encourage himself. He pushed the notes out of the way and looked at the assembled leadership.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I think everyone present knows why I called this meeting, so let's just-"

"Could you humor us by explaining why we're in a meeting?" the challenge had come from Autarch Cortez, but Scott saw Empress Antionova give a small nod in Cortez' direction, which was unsurprising. The Flattnian was pulling the strings of all the separatists.

"Sure, of course. Four weeks ago, I was in contact with the Krossan government. After talks, they volunteered delivering upon us a small peacekeeping unit that would not only assist our security division, but also help in training them. Some of the districts have reacted with anger to this move at international interference, while I know others have welcomed it with open arms. That's why we're having this meeting, to negotiate and come to terms with this disagreement." Cortez nodded knowingly as Scott finished his answer.

Empress Antionova was next to speak, "Well, you know my solution: Get the out of the Confederation." Out of the periphery, Scott saw several heads nod and heard various sounds of dissent and affirmation.

Scott shook his head, "You know we can't do that. If we're ever going to actually become more than a suffering backwater, we need the support of other nations. It's an international world, and if we don't play that game, we lose. Our nation is a loose confederation, I know, but I'm not asking for tighter unification. I'm just asking for cooperation."

Exalt Kyros broke in, his tone almost condescending, as if the Caflan leader was admonishing a child "Listen, if it helps, we'll keep the Krossans in certain districts, that way they don't ruffle anyone's feathers."

CEO Lesley chuckled, his deep voice booming "Consider my feathers ruffled, Tyran. If we're going to accept these foreigners into our nation to help with our security, then they need full access. Telling these foreign security officials they can't go to some districts because it might be dangerous is the most ironic thing I've heard." The stab drew a chuckle from some of the other loyalist leaders.

High Elder Aldrich sighed, "I'll let them through my district, but I don't want them to tarry long, there."

"Agreed. But let them know, they may not pass directly between the Brotherhood districts." High Elder Mooth responded quickly with a glowering glance at his seated neighbor and rival, whom he considered a young upstart, a rebellious girl yet to come to her senses.

al-Hamid grumbled before placing his one hand palm-side-down on the table, "I want them nowhere near my district. Keep them out of it. The alliance has always been distrustful of outsiders, and I refuse to attempt to kowtow to them now."

Exalt Erodrik spoke next, "The Aneans can offer them safe passage through every district," Erodrik looked sideways at al-Hamid, "especially if the leaders of those districts can't protect these foreigners themselves."

Citizen Aruf spoke up while raising a hand, "Peace, everyone. I'm sure we can come to a conclusion without these insults."

Captain Arsohn nodded, "Okay. Simple enough. The Rangers can allow free passage of the Krossans through previously separatist districts and the Aneans can provide safe passage through loyalist districts. Deal?"

Empress Antionova scoffed at her ally, "No your Rangers will not. These Krossans are trespassing on our territory and they should be made to leave!"

"Stop!" Scott pinched his nose for a second to calm his anger, "Let's put this to a vote. All in favor of keeping the Krossans in-country, raise your hands." Scott saw five hands rise. "Alright. All who oppose?" Five hands rose, forcing a deep sigh from the president, "A tie. I break the tie, and I vote to keep them here."

al-Hamid rose from his chair, banging his fist on the table, "This is ludicrous! You overstep your powers, President!" Muttering and admonishments broke out in the room.

The Flattnian Empress rose silently, "I think we're done here. This meeting is over. Our president has made his decision to allow foreign invaders into our lands. I hope his choice was the right one." With that, Antionova walked out of the room, followed by a filing out of the other leaders, most with various expressions that telegrammed their feelings. After the last leader walked out, the People's Command speaker nodded her leave to the president before leaving, giving Scott and Kherry the room.

Kherry blew out a low whistle, "Well that was interesting."

"But not surprising. I expected that to happen how it did, sadly," Scott responded.

"Well, now what?"

"Well, now we wait and see what Antionova plans to do. It's her court now, since her lackies won't act without her approval. She can either let the Krossans go or raise the situation."

"And what do you expect, Ibrahim?"

The elder leader was quiet for a moment, "I expect that there will be blood on my hands for my decision. I expect I won't be getting much sleep in the coming weeks."

by **Imperialisium** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 9:56 pm

Port Koro

The L-250 Transport plane touched down on the tarmac at the Airfield adjacent to the Separatist Military Base in Port Koro. The Separatist Combined Army was the product of Imperial involvement via supporting the rebellious factions of the UFC. The Empire had embassies within New Islamabad and loyalist districts as well. Officially the Imperial government was neutral in the affairs of the UFC as well, but the Imperial influence within the SCA was evident. SCA uniforms were similar to Imperial Army uniforms. Their weapons where based on Imperial designs or purchased from the Imperial military's stockpiles of older weaponry. Even then this older weaponry had been far superior to anything the UFC Loyalists had previously wielded. Early engagements had seen the Separatists thrown on the defensive, but in a succession of border clashes, the newly borne SCA threw back the loyalists and launched their own counter-offensive. New SCA tanks and weaponry, newly trained units operating with modern tactics, easily routed the obsolete forces of the loyalist districts sent to oppose them. However, the Separatists where politically divided and the Empire was reluctant to send in anything more than advisors to supervise the conflict. If anything the weakness of the SCA was poor upper level command and control. For despite the Imperial military's schooling of the SCA officer corps and enlisted the separate leaders still controlled upper level appointments.

*Clank*

The lowering of the rear boarding ramp signaled the SCA honor guard to stand at attention. Two squads of SCA troopers arrayed in full dress stood stock still while a lone officer, Colonel Javi Il-Amad, commander of the SCA's training school stood to receive the Imperials. Walking down the ramp was Colonel Marcus Eherle, a career soldier in the Imperial Army, and the new head of the Imperial liaison.

"Colonel Eherle?" said the SCA officer in broken Emperian. The Imperials either spoke Emperian or English to the SCA, not bothering to learn the native tongue themselves. Eherle nodded and both officers gave each other a salute before moving away towards the central command and control headquarters of the SCA. The walk there was largely quiet, just small talk about Eherle's trip, and Il-Amad sharing how the next class of enlisted performed well above expectations. Pushing the heavy wooden doors open they entered the SCA HQ, a squat, reinforced building providing ample protection.

The Central Command Center was located in a sub-level bunker. A circular room with a large display table in the center allowing electronic information to come in real time. A collection of SCA officers stood around the table. General Erico de Orena, a Peuntian, was the overall Chief of Staff for the SCA and its de facto top Commander. Both officers saluted each other.

"Colonel Eherle I trust you have been briefed on our current operational levels?" said Orena.

"Yes, so far most things are in order."

"Most?"

"Your recruitment levels are sub-par to the projections you gave us last time." responded Eherle.

"Yes, we have encountered issues in regards to the proper allocations of resources by Separatist leadership." spoke Orena.

"The Emperor isn't interested with your political rivalries General, if I may be frank, the SCA was supposed to reach 15,000 operational man power last month." replied Eherle as he let a pile of reports drop onto the table. Some of the SCA officers looked down.

"The Emperor is not in charge here." shot back Orena.

"No, but without Imperial support you'd be under the boots of the Central Authority." Orena's face reddened. Eherle continued, "I suggest you make that abundantly clear to your leadership General."

Orena bit his tongue and the meeting continued. Talks of troop dispositions, ammo counts, asset allocation, and the talks of greater Separatist military integration.

by **The Anean Tribes** » Tue Jan 10, 2017 9:25 am

Federal Anean Consulate to the UFC, New Islamabad
1-14-2017

Colonel Uzhvaraya sat at his desk staring at the map of the UFC. He still couldn't believe the UFC was going to allow outsiders back within its borders. He had served in the evacuation of Anean refugees in the last UFC War. It had been an embarrassing mess. Anea had succeeded in evacuating those Aneans who had wished to leave. Those who had stayed had had their collective citizenship revoked. Officially, Anea didn't want to be involved again. Those who had remained were now basically mercenaries for the other factions.

Uzhvaraya was the the highest ranking member of the very small Anean delegation to the UFC. He still could not figure out why he had volunteered to stay. He told himself that he was staying to find someone... but some times he wondered he stayed because he knew that with the way the world worked Anean boots would soon be on the ground again- with him at the head. He might as well wait for them to come back. Officially, the Federal Union said it wanted nothing to do with the UFC, hence all these actions. But Uzhvaraya knew that if the Imperials had a chance of rising again the Federal Union would swoop in to squash it. The Peuntian Empire had almost destroyed Anea nearly a century ago. There was know way Anea would give them even the smallest chance for them to gain any real power again, if not destroy them at the first opportunity.

But then again...

Maybe the intervention will go well. Maybe both sides will stay in line and peace will reign through out the land. Either way, he had his orders. He encrypted the report he had finished and transmitted it on a secure satellite up-link to the Secretariat of Defense back in Arcana City. The topic of the report he had been ordered to write by his superiors was the likeliness of war breaking out along with an analysis of the perceived weaknesses of the separatist faction, a secondary subject of the report was suggested means of attack and what was being coldly described as "suppression".

by **New Roma Republic** » Thu Jan 12, 2017 3:46 pm

Temporary Caesar Office
New Rome, Imperial Republic of New Rome
The Caesar leaned back in her chair rubbing her eyes after staring at many papers on her desk. Her Minister of Defense, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Director of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, and the Chief of the Joint Chiefs of Staff sat in chairs around her desk with folders containing the same documents that were spread around her desk. At the front of her desk was a map of New Islamabad, with a clear split between the UFC and the Separatists. The other documents had pictures and facts, and stats all from the last civil war, and analyzation from IIA analysts stating, in short, a new war may be on the horizon.

The analysts included another had another interesting thought: the UFC may not win the next war. Or, at the very least, take extremely heavy casualties, due to the weapons wielded by the two sides. While the UFC maintained a force wielding soviet-era weaponry, the Separatist Combined Army, or SCA, were being armed by the Emperians, an empire who the Imperial Republic had little to no interaction with due to the distance between the respective empires and their spheres of influence.

“Ma’am, our satellites indicate that the SCA is amassed in Port Koro. The Central Authority has troops massed in and around Fort Jahari. The individual factions also have militias. If two factions start fighting, it may drag the Confederate governments in” said the IIA Director.

Caesar Ayanami looked at the men gathered around her desk. “Why should the Imperial Republic be concerned with a small third world nation run by terrorists and ex-pats?”

The men glanced at each other. The Minister of Foreign Affairs leaned forward. “Madam Caesar…there is the possibility of Uranium 235 being outside the outskirts New Islamabad. Now, let me emphasize, this is only a possibility based off the predictions of geologists from the Science Ministry.”

“Let me get this correct, you want to throw the assets of this empire at an unstable nation and possibly start a proxy, if not all out war with another empire, just on the POSSIBLILITY of uranium? A POSSIBLILITY? You are going to have to make a better argument than that. As you all know, this nation doesn’t even need more uranium. We are moving away gas and nuclear power, toward green options. Fully 25% of the Donum Terra, and 100% in the Salderian Province. Nuclear weapons on the other hand-”

“Ma’am, the IRNR may not, but our sister empire, the New Roman Empire, is not ‘going green’. They will need it. They also don’t have any nuclear weapons. We can split the U-235 between the two Empires. Sure, you are the Head of Government for both, and you could order them to intervene, but they just don’t have the military capability—yet. It would do good to keeping relations good between our nations” replied the Minister of Defense.

Ayanami scanned the three men. Defense and Foreign Affairs obviously wanted to intervene. The IIA Director and the Chief of Staff hid their feelings well. “I’m going to my Rome office in three days. I shall inform that cabinet that we are intervening into the UFC to gain resources.” Defense and Foreign Affairs seemed satisfied. “I suppose you four have a plan?”

The Chief of Staff opened his folder and slid a paper out. “Ma’am, if you go to page 20 of packet 2, you will see an abstract of the plan. We will send a delegation, a combination of IIA, Foreign Affairs, and Military. The military is phasing out tanks, IFVs, and APCs in favor for more advanced models. We plan to sell, lend, and/or lease those to the UFC. In addition, we can sell MANPADS, surplus battle weapons, and body armor. We’ll also allow them to place orders, and try to see what we can do to accommodate them.”

“Ok…Will we have any boots on the ground?”

“Advisors, to train the UFC forces. I do not want to predict if we will have active combatants” replied the Chief of Staff.

“Thank you, gentlemen. I will have a message sent to then UFC government. You’re all dismissed.”

Office of the Caesar

Cornelia Ayanami
Office of the Caesar
Imperial Republic of New Rome

January 12, 2017

Ibrahim Scott
President of the United Front Confederation
United Front Confederation

Encryption: KJL:N461684681651dgga564-Classified

Dear President Scott,

I hope this letter finds you well. I have recently been informed at the situation that your nation is in. I would like to extend to you a helping hand. I am sending a delegation to Central Authority to talk to you in person. I hope to open a close relationship with the United Front Confederation.

Respectfully,
Cornelia Ayanami
Office of the Caesar
Imperial Republic of New Rome

by **The United Remnants of America** » Thu Jan 12, 2017 6:57 pm

President Ibrahim Scott

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC

1/12/2017 - 12:36

"Mr. President?"

President Ibrahim Scott looked up from his desk at the young corporal wearing a dusty tan uniform. Scott remembered who this kid was, some operator who worked on the ground floor above. In his hand was a single sheet of paper which he laid on the desk when Scott nodded greeting to him wordlessly. Scott read over the short communique while the corporal stood in front of the desk, a slouch in his shoulders from working long shifts for the past year. There were few skilled personnel in UFC that could work with encryption equipment, so they were extremely valuable and usually put to work the most.

After he finished reading it, he looked up at the corporal and nodded, "Who's your boss?"

"Sergeant Gretzky, sir."

"Right," Ibrahim nodded, remembering the Anean communications chief of the bunker, "Tell Gretzky to draft a response accepting these Romans. Tell him to be succinct and to the point."

A lazy salute in acknowledgment, "Yessir."

Ibrahim Scott
Office of the President
United Front Confederation

January 12, 2017

Cornelia Ayanami
Office of the Caesar
Imperial Republic of New Rome

Encryption: KJL:N461684681651dgga564

Caesar Ayanami,

Your message has been received, and your offer of assistance most graciously accepted. Your delegation will be given clearance to land at New Islamabad National Airport using the clearance code "JABREEL." Let this introduction foster a healthy relationship.

Signed,
Scott Ibrahim
Office of the President
United Front Confederation

Empress Leah Antionova

Port Koro, New Islamabad, UFC

1/13/2017 - 15:11

The Port used to be Flattnian territory, allowing the Flattnian district to prosper most from what little sea trade there was that risked coming up the river from the ocean. Now there was a fence separating Port Koro from the rest of the district, and inside, there were recently-constructed barracks and supply centers. The only real trade that happened now were freighters flying the Emperian flag dropping off military supplies, which while useful, was hard on the economic prosperity of the district and the rest of the confederation.

It was breezy today, but as usual, it was still hot. It was always hot in the UFC.

"Empress, good to see you," General Erico de Orena stepped out from the squat office building into the warm air, his Emperian uniform signifying both his allegiance an dhis rank.

"General. How goes it?"

The general pulled a cigarette out of his jacket and lit it without offering one to the Empree. He knew she didn't smoke. The Empress' nose crinkled when the smell of the cheap, harsh tobacco burning reached her. The general took a long puff before responding, "A new Emperian liaison was sent to speak with us. So poorly."

"Why poorly, General?"

"The Emperians are unhappy with our current numbers, and have hinted at reducing their support to us if we-"

"What, why?" Antionova turned to Orena, he brows furrowing.

"Lack of organization, Empress. They do not agree with how the SCA is managed by you and the other leaders."

"It was the best we could do."

"I know, Empress, it's what I tried-"

"Unless those Emperians want to kill my allies, then there won't be a unified command structure!" Antioniva was annoyed, if that word could be used, "In order for our faction to survive, we need participation of all the factions, and if one disagrees, then they'll just switch loyalties and we have yet another enemy!"

"I know, Empress-"

"Do you, Orena? Do you have any idea how hard it is to balance a half-dozen leaders who want their own things and complain like children if they aren't given attention? It's maddening!"

An exasperated sigh, "I know, Empress."

"If you know, General. Then tell the Emperians that this is what they will get. This is the best amount of cooperation I can achieve unless they feel like bombing their own supporters to lessen the number of districts in charge of the SCA. You'll tell them this. And they will accept it."

"Yes, Empress."

"You're dismissed."

Orena looked off into the sky, towards the river and the docks of the Port, tossing his cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out. "Yes, Empress," Orena turned and walked back inside. At least now he knew what that expression about rocks and hard places meant.

by **New Roma Republic** » Sun Jan 15, 2017 5:18 pm

C-53 Arkangel
Entering UFC Airspace
1/14/2017 – 13:26, local time
Despite their ranks and status, the flight was not comfortable for the members of the New Roman delegation. However, military aircraft were not made for comfort. Had this been any other nation, they would have flown in on a luxury jet, but the New Islamabad National Airport could not accommodate that type of plane. So, they flew in a modified military cargo plane.

The Principle of the delegation was Appius Quintilianus, an agent from Operations who specialized in Deep Cover and SOG assignments. Though this assignment was neither, the Powers That Be chose him as the person to negotiate, mainly because he had done this before with revolutionaries, most recently before the annexation of Romania. However, he wasn’t the most elegant with talking to others. That’s why they had assigned Publius Lucretius from Foreign Affairs. He had been an assistant ambassador before going to a desk job in New Rome. He had been assigned in hopes of opening an embassy with the UFC, and he’d be the ambassador. He’d provide the elegant word, to smooth Quintilianus. And finally, Legate Antoninus Plinius of the Imperial Army was on the flight as well. His job was to get to know the leadership of the UFC, mainly because should IRNR send troops, he’d be in charge of the forces. There was also a small security force of 5 soldiers in their white uniforms, since they weren’t going into the field.

As the plane descended, the pilot hailed the tower. “New Islamabad Airport, this is IAF 345 requesting landing. Clearance code ‘JABREEL’. Over.” The plane got clearance, and aligned with the runway. The plane flew down, touching down, putting its flaps out and reversed its engines. It slowed, and turned off the runway. The plane taxied over to where some stairs were waiting.

by **Krossa** » Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:07 pm

SCA Airspace
Above Port Koro
1/14/2017

Krossa's Air Force had a strong presence in the UFC. Whilst they only had several jet aircraft currently in the country they were involved in modernizing the UFC's air wing with helicopters and training programs.

The Krossan jet aircraft that were in the country had few purposes. CAS was rarely needed but another thing was: reconnaissance and information gathering. The airport at Fort Jahari was home to four Mig-21's, all part of the 3rd Aerial Reconnaissance Group. One of those Mig-21 F-13R's was currently flying above the SCA capital of Port Koro.

There had been a increase in aerial reconnaissance lately. The Krossan troops needed to know where to go and if they were too pass in doubtful districts they had to know if there was any hostile activity in the area. The 3rd ARG had a vital role in their nation's peacekeeping efforts.

Krossan pilots were relatively skilled and there had been no reports of damaged aircraft whilst performing these missions. That would soon change.

Second Lieutenant Vhili Rehn was flying a relatively routine mission. This was closer to Port Koro than the other flights he had recently completed so he took into account the increased risks. 'Hopefully nothing too major,'Vhili thought, listening to the quiet growl of the engine. Vhili wasn't to use radio communication due to the proximity of Port Koro however that wasn't to be a problem due to its lack of use in past flights.

Rehn's modified camera located in close to the nose had been capturing images for the last minute. The night was surprisingly calm and it seemed that danger wasn't present in the area. The Mig-21 was flying low in the sky and it was paying off. But Rehn soon realized the Mig was too low.

Warnings sounded inside the cockpit as anti-air rounds impacted the bottom of the Mig-21. Rehn cursed, climbing altitude slightly and trying to stay calm. One of the rear tail fins was impacted by a AA round, causing the Mig-21 to experience a momentarily loss of stability. Rehn quickly recovered the aircraft in enough time to avoid a MANPAD missile. The Mig-21 had exited the range of the AA guns, using this opportunity to climb the altitude. It passed through the Flattnian district without encountering another anti-air platform.

The Mig-21 slowed down as it neared Fort Jahari. Rehn switched the radio on and prepared to contact the airport for a landing. "Fort Jahari airport, this is Krossan 3rd-ARG Mig-21 "Candles". I'm damaged and I'm arriving for a landing." The Mig-21 had slowed down and was pulling in for a landing. As the aircraft lowered it had problems with staying stable. Rehn adjusted the angle and straightened the plane out, pulling up slightly as the landing gear lowered. The pilot exhaled deeply and touched the gears down, landing the Mig-21 and being met with repair crews.

The cockpit opened and Rehn got out, sliding off. He immediately checked how the Mig-21 was. The camera was still intact. Rehn exhaled again, being met with some medical staff. Some others appeared from two armored civilian. A young looking, brown haired KIG officer and some Central Authority members had arrived. A man next to the KIG officer had a notepad and a pen.

Vhili Rehn realized how big this situation could become. "Son of a bitch..."

this post was a load of shit, but im tired and stressed out. I usually suck at first posts too, so take my excuses and feed on them

by **The United Remnants of America** » Mon Jan 16, 2017 5:53 am

Vice President Lars Kherry

Central Authority, New Islamabad Airport, UFC

1/14/2017 - 13:30

Just over twenty-four hours had passed since the message, but as it was, here the plane was. It looked military to Captain Kherry, but it was definitely one of the most advanced aircraft he'd seen since he'd been living in the UFC. Kherry was relatively young, only in his early thirties, and the UFC had been formed when he was still a small child, so he didn't remember much. His age was a disadvantage for his position, since so many older politicians and military leaders disregarded Kherry's opinions since he was almost twenty years younger than his elder superior, Commander Scott. He was Scott's confidant, and in many ways, he was the adoptive scion of the childless and unmarried Scott. He'd learned many things in his time, and was confident that he'd earned his position despite his age.

As the engines of the aircraft spooled down, Kherry waited patiently for the doors of the aircraft to open. As the door slowly slid open and the single groundcrewman pushed the stairs to the aircraft's opening, Kherry watched as several personnel descended the steps and met him. Kherry nodded and smiled in a way he'd mastered through the years that expressed both his authority as well as his submissiveness. A way to display that he was indeed powerful, but he was not the one in charge in the country.

"Hello, you must be the New Roman delegation. I'm Captain Lars Kherry, Vice President of the United Front Confederation. I humbly welcome you to our nation," Kherry dipped his head respectfully towards the eight New Roman arrivals.

by **New Roma Republic** » Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:55 pm

New Islamabad Airport
Central Authority, UFC
1/14/2017 - 13:34, local time
A Lieutenant Centurion opened the plane’s door, and let the passengers exit, one at a time. Quintilianus exited first, in a western business suit. He put on aviator style sunglasses as the bright glare hit his eyes. Legate Plinius followed in his dress uniform, ancient roman battle armor. He squinted, but had no overt eye protection. After him came Lucretius, also wearing a western business suit. The five soldiers followed with their black visors down, shielding their eyes from the sun, and their faces from on lookers.

Quintilianus quickly sized up Lars Kherry. He was younger than Quintilianus, though Quintilianus looked older than he was. At 41, Quintilianus was an older field operative, but very good at what he did. He could have passed for 50.

Quintilianus smiled and extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Captain Kherry. I am Appius Quintilianus, the principle representative from this delegation. The gentleman to my right is Publius Lucretius, who shall act as the ambassador between our two nations. On my left is Legate Antoninus Plinius, of the Imperial Army. He is here to assist me in military specific matters.”

by **The Anean Tribes** » Wed Jan 18, 2017 9:33 am

Central Authority, UFC
1-15-17

Uzhvaraya Sat stoically in a chair outside the office of Commander Scott's secretary, in a dreary hallway. Of course the office was underground. The rooms and hallways he had seen of the place reminded him of the bunker SSF Soldiers had found under the old Peuntian Palace in the War of Unification. It was a very depressing place. Lax discipline was rampant. He scratched at his beard. SSF Soldiers on assignment were allowed lax personal standards of grooming, as long as it did not interfere with duties. Uzhvaraya was taking the opportunity to grow out his facial hair.

Across from where he sat there was a slightly open door to a communications room. Again, lax discipline, who knows what someone could overhear!? No wonder the UFC was falling a part. The slightly open door was suddenly open by one of the rooms occupants. Uzhvaraya recognized the UFC's soldier's shoulder stripes to see he was a Sergeant. Over his rank was the black and blue Star of Victory that had been the symbol of the Anean UFC Factions. The man immediately recognized Uzhvaraya's uniform and smiled at his fellow Anean. Uzhvaraya rebuffed him by looking away. The Aneans who had chosen not to take part in the evacuation back to Anea from the UFC were no longer recognized by their mother government. Uzhvaraya personally felt betrayed by them. He and his men had come to bring them home. Many had died to do so, and instead these traitors had chosen to stay. He wanted no part of them.

Not long after Scott's secretary had allowed Colonel Uzhvaraya a chance in his office to speak. Once the secretary had heard him out he immediately ushered Uzhvaraya into the Leadership Conference Room, which now stood empty. Uzhvaraya had requested the private meeting between him and Scott take place here. Uzhvaraya bemusedly walked around the large oak table. He thought of the famous rosewood conference table back at the Chancellor's residence at Burning Branch. It would easily have gobbled this little oak desk up. He let out a chuckle when he saw a place still set for the Livertians. Colonel Uzhvaraya pulled the chair for the permanently absent member out for himself and sat down. Making himself comfortable he put his dirty boots on the table. He wanted to remind Scott that it had been the Anean faction that had killed off the Livertians. It was a reminder that the Aneans were capable of such things when they thought the safety of their homes were at stake. Uzhvaraya would not be surprised if Scott reacted negatively to such a rude gesture from a dignitary. However, he knew that once Scott heard his government's offer of SSF surplus weaponry which would include tanks, AA-guns, large amounts of small arms and APCs, along with the materiel to supply all this. Negotiated numbers of Anean Officers could also be flown in to train UFC Forces if Scott wished. Anea wanted the Loyalists to have some parity with the separatists and would see this happen. Uzhvaraya wondered what Scott's reaction would be as he heard the the doorknob to one of the room's doors began to shake.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Fri Jan 20, 2017 6:48 pm

Vice President Lars Kherry

Central Authority, New Islamabad Airport, UFC

1/14/2017 - 13:40

Kherry shook the Quintilianus's hand while nodding towards, "Nice to meet you all. Would you please follow me?" Kherry gestured with his arms towards a small convoy of waiting vehicles. They were dusty and far from glamorous, but they were rugged and practical vehicles. The vehicles each had a driver wearing dusty Central Authority uniforms with Security Division insignia, as well as a guard riding in the back of the vehicle of a heavy machine gun. To most modern armies, they would be considered technicals, but they were commonplace military vehicles in the UFC.

The convoy was set to take the representatives from New Roma to the command bunker for the Central Authority. An auxiliary meeting room had been reserved for the New Romans to meet with Captain Kherry and discuss their presence in-country and the promised support they were going to offer to the Central Authority.

Autarch Jules Cortez

Port Koro, New Islamabad, UFC

1/14/2017 - 15:23

"What?" Autarch Cortez couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"It was the loyalists, had to be," Captain Arsohn interjected.

Empress Antionova broke in, "Unless they've been training pilots without our knowledge and have somehow bought secret planes, it wasn't loyalists."

There was silence for a bit, "We're sure it was military? Your soldiers didn't make a mistake?" This from Commander al-Hamid.

"Yes. They double-checked before firing on it with mounted machine guns and firing surface-to-air missiles at it." Captain Arsohn responded. They were Rangers that opened fire, after all. They'd been in Port Koro training the SCA recruits, since Rangers were probably the best-trained militia in the Separatists, if not the entire UFC. A trait that came from their previous existence as an active private military corporation.

"And yet they failed to shoot it down. I can see why we trust your soldiers to train the Army," al-Hamid scoffed.

"At least Rangers know how to operate MANPADs, Jafar. I've yet to see anyone from the alliance properly hold an assault rifle." Arsohn's bite drew a glare from the Alliance commander.

"Enough," Cortez commanded, "If it was military, and it was low enough to shoot at, and it wasn't ours, that means it wasn't friendly, can we all agree on that?" A series of nods. "Good. We'll ignore it for now, but remember this. We'll have the SCA increase training. We should increase patrols in our districts and step up border policing on our districts bordering with Loyalists." Cortez looked to his left, catching a supportive nod from Empress Antionova. "Consider this their first strike. They see that we can hit the planes of their benefactors. Maybe this will keep them out of our business. If not, well... We'll have to make more drastic decisions then. Agreed?" A series of affirmations came back to him from the assembled separatist leaders.

Antionova spoke with finality, "You know your tasks. Meeting adjourned."

President Ibrahim Scott

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC

1/15/2017 - 14:11

Ibrahim entered the meeting room and was unsurprised to see the Anean Federation officer in the room. One of the workers had mentioned him while he was on his way to the room. Scott also offered no outward reaction to Uzhvaraya's manners. The Aneans that lived in the UFC were very similar to their homeland brethren. They tended lack respect for anyone who hadn't earned it. Scott knew he hadn't earned the Anean Federation colonel's respect, and he assumed like most from the Anean homeland, that the UFC Aneans had lost his respect.

Scott walked around the oak table and stood behind his seat, but not pulling it out to sit. One thing he'd learned was that Aneans were fairly blunt, at least relative to most of the other ethnicities in power. Scott expected this to be a short experience, however uncomfortable it made him.

"Colonel. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Scott put his hands on the back of his chair. It wasn't that he disliked the colonel, it was just that the colonel's presence usually meant more stress for Scott than the usual high-level stress he constantly had to deal with.

by **Krossa** » Sat Jan 21, 2017 8:36 pm

Fort Jahari, Central Authority
1/15/17

The KIG officer had a rather bland room. A small cactus planter sat on a desk next to the officer's laptop, and the bed was right next to it. There was barely any room for stretching. The three room place that he was staying in for the time being consisted of a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen/storage area.

Kaleksi Nekula didn't need alot of room. He just needed somewhere to get his job done. The KIG, the Krossan National Intelligence Agency, gave him a specific task. Kaleksi was to look upon the Separatist's response to the Mig-21 incident. At the moment he had little to work with. The photos were still being handled by Kaleksi's superiors, and Krossa was iffy to stick their nose in the SCA's business again. But Kaleksi was confident.

When Kaleksi first arrived to meet Rehn the agent's meeting had been delayed and Rehn was needed elsewhere, but Kaleksi had gotten confirmation that Rehn was open for a meeting as of today. Rehn and Kaleksi would meet at a nearby coffee shop to discuss what had happened in a less-stressful surrounding. That would happen in about an hour.

Nekula was about to get flooded with information, but he prevented the anxiety from reaching him. He wrote down some notes and put them into his drawer before looking back at the laptop screen. Most of the data he had consisted of documents and files related to the SCA's equipment and logistics from the past. The Krossan army and the Vesistelij had reported previously that the SCA was beginning to use newer items and strategies, so these were potentially unreliable. Kaleksi tapped on his laptop, letting the thoughts roam through his mind freely. He let out a sigh and wrote down another note before turning the laptop off.

Kaleksi took a quick shower and changed into some more civilian-esque clothes. He returned to his desk and put everything he needed for the meeting in a small duffel bag. Kaleksi went into the narrow hallway where the door to outside was and put the bag near it. Nekula then assembled a sandwich, eating it as he looked at something on his phone. After the small break he locked the door and left, arriving at his car. With a beep he retracted his keys from the socket and got into the rental vehicle, beginning to drive to the meeting spot. Hopefully this would be a good stepping stone in the KIG's progress. Krossa didn't want a militarized SCA response if something like the Mig incident occurred again. Kaleksi wondered if the SCA was reinforcing Port Koro with more anti-air weaponry. If not, would the Air Force try to perform another airborne reconnaissance mission? Kaleksi loved asking questions and correcting/challenging people who gave false answers. But sometimes, Kaleksi had found out when he joined the KIG, there was no answer.

by **New Roma Republic** » Sun Jan 22, 2017 1:48 pm

Fort Jahari, Central Authority, UFC
1/14/2017 - 13:51
The three sat down opposite of Kherry. Quintilianus opened his briefcase, pulled a folder out, and handed it to Kherry. He then pulled a second out and placed it in front of him. The other two pulled similar folders out and opened them. Quintilianus opened his folder and looked at the items on top, then looked across the table. “Captain Kherry, the Imperial Republican government has authorized me to sell your nation arms in anticipation of another civil war. The SCA builds up their forces and has superior weapons and armor than the United Front Military. If you flip to page two, you will see a list of armor we are willing to sell. These include main battle tanks, APCs and IFVs.

“The tanks we are willing to sell are the Leopard 2A6 and Merkava. The APCs are the Stryker and M1134 Anti-Tank Guided Missile Vehicle. And the IFVs are the M2 Bradley and FV510 Warrior. These will greatly increase your nation’s ability to repel SCA forces, and allow you to transport your troops quickly with good protection.

“In addition, we are authorized to sell MANPADS, battle rifles, and other misc. armaments which your nation may need. I highlight MANPADS because the SCA has Sea Stallions in their military. You would be able to shoot down the Stallions with relative ease.

“Finally, we can provide body armor, like the kind on the 5 soldiers that came with us. It is Kevlar, and covers most of the body, along with a cup attachment for male combatants. All prices are negotiable.

“Captain, you know as well as we do that your nation will be at war with itself again. The last peace did little to solve the problems which caused it in the first place. The SCA was allowed to keep their arms and stay mobilized. You need to make sure your nation can withstand the onslaught of the Separatist forces. We can help you with that. Thank you, sir.”

by **The Anean Tribes** » Mon Jan 30, 2017 8:32 am

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC
1/15/2017 - 14:11

It took Uzhvaraya about 35 minutes to explain to President Scott the Anean Proposal. If he agreed the Chancellor would send a bill to the Tribal Congress for review and debate within two days. If the both houses of the legislature approved then the first planes with supplies and personnel could be landing in New Islamabad by the end of the week. Uzhvarya reached into his uniform jacket and pulled out several foled pieces of paper. On them, written in both English and Cyrillic was the tentative agreement between the two nations. He slid the now unfolded papers over to Scott. He spoke to Scott in a surprisingly friendly tone as he did so.

"President, if I may be so frank, accept the offer and any other offers you get. These Imperialists," He said the word like an insult. "have twice stabbed this nation and you in the back. Don't give them a chance for a third."

by **Imperialisium** » Sat Feb 04, 2017 5:22 pm

Port Koro
SCA Headquarters

"Ja, Kriegsmarschall, we have just received news from a Separatist Council meeting that they will be increasing the SCA training program, budget, and procurement quotas. I recommend a Luftwaffe detachment be sent to begin training a small cadre of pilots and air crew." said Colonel Eherle in his small office within the SCA main building. The arrival of possible loyalist planes, or have benefactors providing more direct support, posed a serious threat to the SCA and continual Imperial policy within the region. The Emperor had been planning a 25 Million Reichmark trade deal (125 Million USD) with the Separatists which would create more gentrification and economic proliferation within their respective districts. Allowing the SCA to increase their own productivity and infrastructure to beyond that of the loyalist districts. Not that advancements had already been made for the Separatists already. Imperial contractors had supervised the repaving and rebuilding of depilated bridges, roads, and rail lines throughout the districts. The private sector has effectively grown by 22% since the end of the last armed conflict between the two sides. Partly spurred by military armament and the expansion of industrial factories. Still, there was a reliance on the Empire which could not be negated. Since the end of the last conflict the UFC Separatist districts economies have not only been more unified but also tied to the Empire's.

"Of course Sir." Eherle hung up the phone. His peaked cap resting on the coat rack nearby. The Luftwaffe Chief of Staff would contemplate a possible expansion of the training cadre here to allow a small program for pilots. Even then the fruits of such labor would be long down the line. It would take weeks for any recruit to master basic flight and theorem. Followed by thousands of hours in simulation, training cockpit, and practice alone before earning their wings. Then their was the procurement of aircraft which would take a chunk out of the SCA's budget to purchase or contract out to be built for them. probably would get older second or third rate aircraft.

*tap-tap-tap*

"Come in."

The sound of the office door opening, the clack of boots, and a crisp salute resounded. Eherle turned to his desk. Recognizing the newcomer as Oberfeldwebel Erich Ulhenzer, supervisor of recruits and basic training. "I trust you have a report to give Oberfeldwebel?" spoke Eherle.

"Yessir." Erich cleared his throat, "As of today we've taken in 142 new recruits from increased quota allotment in addition to the new recruitment class already proscribed. That will put place us at 15,483 effectives. If this trend continued we will reach an operational strength of roughly 21,114 by the end of the year and a reserve force of 6,977." The reserves had been formally established after the first armed conflict and was primarily composed of veterans and soldiers whose contracts had expired. The reserves did not represent war time realities and the effect of conscription should it be arranged in the future.

"Good we are getting back on schedule." replied Eherle. Ulhenzer continued on about armor and vehicle strength being brought back up to optimal levels. Eherle looked out the window as the report went on and on.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Sun Feb 05, 2017 2:08 am

Vice President Lars Kherry

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC

1/14/2017 - 13:52

Kherry went over the sheaf of papers slowly, flipping between pages as necessary, sometimes flipping back to look again at specs and numbers. The first page was a copy of the Roman authorization as proof, but the following pages were just specs and reports. Kherry had to admit that he was surprised how much these Romans knew about the UFC's internal state, such as the SCA's building up of war materials. Kherry had to admit that of course a foreign nation had the ability to find this information, he was just surprised that they cared.

Kherry looked up from the pages, "This equipment is... It is definitely superior to anything we currently have. Decades more advanced in some instances. But you make it sound like it was by some act of mercy that the Separatist factions weren't subjugated in our civil war. It was purely luck that we reached a stalemate and were able to come to a tenuous truce. I understand that the chances are likely that my nation will once again be torn apart in civil war, and I am extremely humbled at your offers, but..." Kherry tilted his head, looking at the three Roman representatives in turn, "Why? Why are you offering this to us? I'm not a child, and I know that a nation's government doesn't help others for the sake of morals, so there must be a reason, something in it for you," Kherry folded his hands, setting them on the short stack of papers. "What is it? What do you want?"

President Ibrahim Scott

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC

1/15/2017 - 14:15

President Scott nodded. He'd known Uzhvaraya since the civil war broke out, when he was a commanding officer of the Anean detachment of troops. Afterwards, he'd been the Anean ambassador to the UFC. Scott knew Uzvharaya probably hated his position, since Scott was aware how the Aneans felt about the expatriates that lived in the UFC, but yet they still stuck around to help. It was extremely charitable, the amount of resources the Aneans had spent keeping the UFC's central government standing, and that charitability apparently didn't seem to stop. Looking at the agreements, the Aneans were pledging a lot of time and resources to the United Front Confederation for what was going to be little return on their part other than peace of mind.

"You are right, Colonel," Scott spoke as he pulled out a simple pen and signed his name at the bottom of the first of the agreements, feeling much like a young new homeowner. "I guess I have to thank you and your country once again for coming to our defense. No matter where I turn, it always seems to be Aneans that are the pivotal presence in any situation. I don't know what runs through your people's veins, but be they from your homeland, or from here, they never cease to amaze me." Scott continued signing his name, "I just hope that when your people arrive, it doesn't exacerbate the strained situation we currently have here."

by **New Roma Republic** » Fri Feb 10, 2017 11:35 am

Fort Jahari, Central Authority, UFC
1/14/2017 - 13:53
Quintilianus listened to Kherry’s question, knowing that that was an obvious question to ask. He glanced over to Lucretius, and nodded. This was where Lucretius would briefly take over. He leaned forward and began “Captain Kherry, I realize that this may seem sudden and suspicious. If I was in your position, I would be just as suspicious as you are.” He paused a moment before continuing.

“However, you are right, we do want something. A few things, in fact, but some more than others.” Lucretius retrieved another folder from his briefcase, and pulled out another packet. He handed it to Kherry, and opened his own packet. “As you can see from this document, a survey done here years ago shows uranium-235. Our science ministry has gone over the data, and they concur. The best bet would be the deposits are outside the city, or the biggest deposits are. Since the land around here is terra nullius, you can go claim the land now. We can help mine it, and you can sell it to other nations, though we would require some of the U-235 for us.” He paused for a minute to let Kherry digest that.

He then continued: “In addition, you have the opportunity to have the UFC to become a protectorate of the Imperial Republic. Please, this is by no means an ultimatum, but we want to offer you this. It would greatly benefit your nation. You would have access to great trade deals that will benefit both nations. In addition, you would have an Imperial Republic Joint Military base in the UFC, whose only purpose would be to protect the UFC from foreign aggressors. And finally, the only interference we would have in the actual governance of the UFC would be an advisor from the IRNR. You can read up on it in the latter half of the packet which I have handed you. Please, what are your thoughts?”

by **The Anean Tribes** » Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:34 am

City of Arcana, Tribe of Arcana, FUAT
Burning Branch
1-16-17 - 14:35

Around a large, circular table made of rosewood, inset with a carving of the Star of Victory in the center, sat the upper echelons of the Anean executive branch. Word had just been received that the Tribal Congress had just voted in their authorization for the aide agreement President Scott had signed. The first transports with soldiers and materiel were to be leaving in the next few hours. As per military tradition, Vojnans would be the first to arrive. Discussions were currently underway as to what Anea's next move would be.

"We should just nuke the Port Koro area and be done with this mess." Everyone at the table went silent and looked at the woman who said this, General Natasha Petronova, one of the leaders of the State Security Force. She continued. "We can just evacuate the populations of the Loyalist Factions here, or some other hellhole like Islamabad. Its worth it if the last of those Peuntians were destroyed, and it would deny more imperialists a foothold in the area."

"May I remind you that we never accounted for the entirety of the Peuntian nuclear stockpile? For all we know they may have a few sitting in Gods' know where, as a potential dead man's switch. Arcana was already destroyed once, why give them a chance to do so again?" This came from he head of the Directorate of Energy, Director Alexandr Izkanov. General Petrovna gave him a dirty look, before she could reply she was interrupted by a third voice, that of the new Federal Chancellor, Mikhail Andropov.

"That will be all for the discussion of the use of such weapons. If anyone else would like to make similar suggestions, please hand in your resignations now." He looked around the room, waiting for someone to say something. When they didn't he smiled. "Good, now are their any other suggestions?" He noticed that the head of the Directorate of Foreign Affairs, Director Gagarina had raised her hand. He nodded to her.

"I suggest we get into contact with other nations that are potentially offering aide to the Loyalists. The Separatists have the jump on us in terms of foreign aide, however, both the Republic of New Rome and Krossa are both in contact with the Loyalists and we have reports of a recent meeting between Roman Representatives and the VP of the UFC. As to the results of that meeting we have yet to have accurate info. If we could work in conjunction with both the Romans and Korssans, we may be able to even the odds against the Separatists and Empirians. Combined we can out-supply, out-fund, and out-man the Empirians. We also must get as much to the UFC as possible, as fast as possible. This is more easily done if we work together."

Andropov nodded at the logic of this suggestion. "I agree. Contact their respective governments at the earliest convenience. We must work as fast as possible to make this happen."

New Islamabad International Airport
1-17-17 - 06:15

The loading hatch of the first Anean Transport plane opened and in formation, a red and black Anean flag leading the way, marched out the first detachment of Anean military advisers. As they marched, in unison they sang The Sacred War, the Anean National Anthem. Not far away, Uzhvaraya leaned against an old jeep that a UFC soldier had driven him to the airport in. He could hear on the wind the words of the familiar song as it echoed across the large empty space.

"We shall repulse the oppressors
Of all ardent ideas.
The rapists and the plunderers,
The torturers of people!"

Uzhvaraya noticed a particular accent as they sang. These men and women were all from the Tribe of Vojna, just like him. The Anean answer to the Spartans. Uzhvaraya sighed as he watched them march and sing. A few years ago he had entered this land in the exact same way. He hoped that his was the last time Aneans would ever need to enter this country in such a way.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Mon Mar 06, 2017 2:19 am

Vice President Lars Kherry

Central Authority, New Islamabad, UFC

1/14/2017 - 13:54

"So, it's mining rights you want..." Kherry nodded as he leaned back in his chair. He'd never known uranium was plentiful in the UFC, and he doubted too many others in the country knew that either. If they knew, Kherry was sure, they'd have made noise and started threatening for their agenda to be progressed by the central government, as the outer factions are wont to due, regardless of them being loyalist or separatist. Everyone had an agenda.

"Alright. I'll discuss it with the president, but I will speak for him in saying that we agree to your terms. Roman support for uranium mining rights. However, as for your offer of being a protectorate... UFC policy is independence and neutrality in international matters. Our people have spent many years trying to break away from other nations, and putting ourselves under the banner of another nation would undo all the work we've done in that respect." Kherry leaned forward, his elbows hitting the table as he leaned on them, "I understand we are by no means a rich or prosperous nation. I'm more than well aware of how foreigners see us: A backwater with poor, uneducated folk that fight among themselves. We may not be the the shiny and rich Imperial Republic, Romans, but what we are is proud of where we've come and who we are. We may be receiving help from you in this coming conflict, but make no mistake, Romans, we do this because we are free to choose to accept your assistance. In that respect, we are equal peoples, and I do not want those that assist us to forget that or to assume we will bow to you as a protectorate." Kherry breathed, "If I can secure that promise... Then, I think we are done here. Gentleman," Kherry stood and offered a small, polite smile, "I believe I can show you the way out myself."

And that was that. The UFC's central government would be assisted by the IRNR.

Unkown

Anean Sector, New Islamabad, UFC

1/17/2017 - 09:28

Two days ago, the SCA had fired upon a plane that had been operated by the Central Authority or some ally of theirs, or so the SCA had told them. Yesterday, it had been decided that the Alliance of Terror would act upon this assault. Two brave volunteers had been ordered to drive the pickup truck while others had quickly loaded it with explosive that had been refined from fertilizer. From there, the two had driven the truck north towards the Anean checkpoint. The Anean guards looked over the truck, and despite their obvious distrust of the Alliance of Terror citizens in the truck, they had been ordered to try and let the old civil war be in the past, and the two men in the truck appeared to just be dirty farmers taking fertilizer bags into the Anean district to sell. Probably because they could make more money from the richer Anean farmers than selling it in their own district.

It only took an hour of driving and then maneuvering the tight streets of the city before they found their spot. The Anean district had several small rivers that flowed in the wet season, but now they were dry. Either way, small stone and wood bridges spanned them, and it was in between the two rivers closest to Camp Vandal where they found a farmer's market to park their truck. The truck was turned off and both men got out of the truck and began walking south down the busy morning foot traffic of people shopping for supplies and produce.

The back of the truck was filled with bags of fertilizer. In reality, the bags had been emptied, filled with the explosive fertilizer derivative, and then resealed. In the bags, they'd all been wired together and then further wired to a cell phone, an old and simple burner phone that was standard to buy anywhere in the UFC and used by most of the populace affluent enough to afford phones.

A half-hour of walking, and the two men had ended up in the Argent Brotherhood district. Border security to get into Brotherhood districts was usually somewhere between light and nonexistent, and today it was nonexistent. It was here that the older of the two men pulled a phone from within his robes and opened the contacts, picking the only saved number in the contact list. He hit 'call' and a few seconds later, the rumbling in the ground could be felt from where they were. Two two men looked at each other and nodded solemnly. Civilians had paid the price for their government not respecting the sovereignty of the Separatists. If it had to continue, it most assuredly would.

Little did the two men know, but they had fired the first shot of the Second Civil War.

by **New Roma Republic** » Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:13 am

Fort Jahari, Central Authority, UFC
1/14/2017 - 13:55
The three men got up as Kherry got up. Quintilianus said “We understand your stance on the protectorate. We figured that may have been a stretch, but it was worth a try. We are plenty satisfied with mining rights. You will find that we take enviromental protection while mining very seriously. And your economy may get a boost as we will most likely hire locals to help. But, of course, that is up to the companies themselves.” They moved to the door, and Kherry showed them to a car that brought them to the place where they were to stay – a hostel. It wasn’t great, but it was better than much of what in the city they have seen.

As the other two got settled in, Quintilianus took out a TeleSat from his bags, and placed a call. The secure line connected to a New Roman military satellite operated by Starfleet, and connected to a specific phone in the office of the Director of Imperial Intelligence. It was almost 1400 local, so it would have been 0300 in New Rome. Despite that, the phone was immediately answered “What is it, Quintilianus?”

“Sir, we are a go with military and mining. Begin the transport as soon as possible.”

“Very good. Thank you for your work. Get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Two Days Later - 0945
Quintilianus was laying on his bed listening to music he had on his cellphone when Plinius, wearing a tropical pattern button down and khaki shorts, with sandals, tapped him on the shoulder. Quintilianus looked up and pulled an earbud out. “What is it?”

“Reports are coming in of an explosion in the Aenean District. No report on, well, most anything other than it happened. Command meeting in ten minutes in my room.” Quintilianus sighed as he pushed himself up from the bed, and turned off the music. He was having a good time resting, letting the military get most of the work, but, as was evident by Plinius’s clothing, wasn’t much … at the moment. Over the past two days, the first group of advisers, along with the first Strykers. It would be awhile before the entire shipment arrived, but it looked like then would have to be sooner.

After cleaning himself up, Quintilianus knocked, then pushed open Plinius’s door. In there was Lucretius and Cohortian Silvia Venus of the IVX Cohort, the expeditionary unit set up to train the Central Authority military how to use the fancy new vehicles they were receiving. Quintilianus closed and locked the door behind him and walked to the table they were gathered around. The hotel they were staying at was slowly being turned into a Roman Military Base as more soldiers arrived to help train and guard the place. There was a small force, 20, of the Military Guard of Disciplinary Force – a military police force.

Plinius opened the meeting “No need to go over the details as it’s too early to tell exactly what happened. All we do know is that a pretty powerful explosion happened about 15 minutes ago in the Aenean district. I believe this may be retaliation for an incident that happened two days ago, when we arrived.” He handed a sheet to Venus, who looked at it, then handed it to the person next to her. “Krossa has a recon presence in Fort Jahari. Two days ago, one of their hotshot pilots flew too low, and got shot at by SCA forces. It stands to reason that the explosion is in retaliation for reconing the SCA.”

“So much for peace” muttered Lucretius.

“I wasn’t aware a Krossian…MiG? Yeah, MiG, was shot at” replied Quintilianus.

“The Krossians and Central Authority are trying hard to keep this one under wraps. I received the report in confidence. They wanted to let me know the exact military situation. Well, it doesn’t matter know. They are headed to war.” The others stared at the map.

“We should establish a permanent fort, instead of this falling apart building” said Venus. “Here, in Fort Jahari. We can bolster the capital’s defenses, and use its airport to operate air support out of. Hell, we could commandeer the airport if need be. Make that the fort.”

“She has a point” agreed Quintilianus. “But, there should be a secondary base. Our Headquarters should not be here. I don’t trust the Central Military too much yet, and it’ll take a week to get a Legion here. Better to have an FOB here, and headquarters in the Livertean district. It’s flat enough that our engineers can build an airfield on the fly.” The others seemed to agree with that.

“Looks like we have a plan. I’ll request more forces from my superiors in the Praetorian Guard Building.” Said Plinius.

“And I’ll inform the UFC of our course of action” added Lucretius. And with that, the meeting was adjourned. The New Roman war machine was warming up.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Wed Mar 15, 2017 7:54 pm

Donnish Council Building, Donner Land, Bogt

1/14/2017 - 14:20

The Donnish are a Proud, Disciplined and often lawful people. Product of years and years of oppression by their own people from countless monarchies until November of the 19th Century when forever the Donnish People declared "No more." and formed a democratic society that has only been seen surviving for a couple decades before someone seized power, declaring them selves "King". "Emperor" or "God". With this, the Donnish People empathized with the SCA through the filtered screens of their computers and TVs from Media. Long an isolationist people, they connected with their sense of not wanting foreigners in their country and long since the beginning of these Tensions they have held harbors for intervention, a rare idea coming from an isolationist country.

The conflict has been seen in the peoples eyes as an assault against the Little Guy, their rights being trampled and forced to cooperate with laws they never wanted. In the eyes of the General, the Politician and the War Economist however... they saw a proving ground, a re-election and money. The sentimentality of supporting the oppressed was there too, of course.

In the echoed halls of the Council Voting Chamber, the chants for intervention were heard and the chances for their opponents winning next years election were drowned out in the sheer patriotism. The 400+ Councilmen and Women found themselves voting unanimously, the answer was so clear that some thought that the electronic voting machines were a waste of government money.

This all came about through the recent instability of the UFC against its Separatist peoples, they had worked out a unsteady peace though recently this was undone in a terrorist bombing, relabeled a "Patriotic Rebellious Attack" acknowledging the sad news of mass civilian casualties as collateral damage in a war against tyranny and exploitation by Foreign Powers, of which the recent setting up of mining facilities was used as evidence for this. This attack, which would surely become war within minutes if not hours, became the call of an immediate vote in the Council. Intervene someway in the coming conflict? Or stay out and let it unravel itself?

The answer, with the previously known positives of intervening known, was yes. The D.I.A, Donnish Imperial Army, would directly or indirectly attempt to support the SCA in any and all endeavors needed for its success.

Though this could lead to a war with the foreign power in question "Exploiting" the UFC, some of the Generals only saw that as an added benefit.

To: The Separatist Combined Army and its supporters.
From: The Donnish Government of the Empire Of Donner Land and the Donnish Imperial Army.
Encryption: Beta

We recently have voted upon the intervention into this Conflict and formally request that we may come to your aid as to fully support you and your goals in the region. Our people empathize and hold sympathy for you all and your struggle despite our differences. We will provide limited Military Support including supplies such as ammunition, weaponry, body armor and armored vehicles and more if needed. We will also help train your military force and discipline it with Advisers should you allow it. We will even go as far as to send a small expeditionary force to provide assistance behind and on the front lines, combat, support and clerical duties.

We only ask that our help does not go to the more suspicious factions of your people, like the Alliance Of Terror. We have sympathy for your cause but not for which the cause is achieved, however a blind eye will be given should events transpire.

Our interests are of a stable and peaceful future for your people, no more and no less.

With great respect.
The Council, President and Vice-President of the Empire Of Donner Land and its Armed Forces.

by **Imperialisium** » Wed Mar 15, 2017 9:29 pm

Wolfsschanze, Emperian Empire

The Emperor had several heavily defended military headquarters located around the Empire. The Wolf's Lair was one of the most extensive, situated in the Eastern Forests of the Empires core territory. The Greater Empire of Imperia. The extensive pine forests and evergreens hiding much of it from an aerial view. However, closer inspection would show three perimeter lines, check points, block houses, bunkers, and a lodge for balmy weather. In the lodge itself, furnished rather spartanly, and largely constructed of local woods. The Emperor, young but wizened, sat sipping Earl Grey Tea. A group of high ranking officers and attendants sat or stood around the large oval table giving various reports and statements. One of which, and arguably the most important, was a coded message that arrived in Imperia and thence transferred here. A telegram detailing that the Empire of Donner Land was aligning itself with the Separatists and will be sending military aid and advisors as well.

"Your Grace, Major Eherle's report and request to Oberkommando der Luftwaffe." Generaloberst Frederich von Regensheim slid a small dossier over to the Emperor who opened it quickly. "A conservative amount for the escalating situation. Abwehr reports of an explosion, not SCA related, but from a Separatist native duo. We will have to expedite our timetables. Deploy rapid response forces to the SCA and order our embassy at New Islamabad to declare Imperial forces in the area as neutral peacekeeping forces solely to maintain Separatist autonomy."

"What of the Separatist Council?" inquired Von Regensheim.

"We will deal with them once we know more about this situation. However, since it seems to not be a coordinated strike they will deny involvement. Meeting adjourned."

Next Day

Major Eherle walked out of the compound the Imperial personnel in the SCA had been using to house themselves to the sound of numerous planes. Massive JU-94's and other transport craft landed one after another. Unloading hundreds of Imperial soldiers, supplies, ammunition, and heavy equipment. The Imperial Military had deployed the entirety of Luftwaffe Support Unit No.4 or LSU-4. A 1,000 man battalion specializing in Anti-Air warfare and logistical support for Luftwaffe formations. Indeed, a squadron of Eurofighter Typhoons had arrived as well along with several transports bearing helicopters of different variants. The Luftwaffe personnel would also serve as advisors and trainers for the SCA. In addition to this development was columns of infantry departing with several vehicles and tanks from JU-94's with their forward noses opened up. Several companies from the 18th Infantry Division, and a company of tankers of the 10th Panzer, had also arrived.

"Major? We received a communique an hour ago Your Govern-."

The voice of Orena was cut off by the Majors, "Yes, General, with the attack on the URA things will not doubt be tense. Border fighting will no doubt occur in retaliation."

"The URA will see this as a threat. An escalation!" Eherle grimaced at Orena's exclamation.

"Talks between the URA and the Empire are still ongoing. I cannot speak for the Separatist Militia's, but I trust the SCA will not begin aggressive actions?" Eherle was calm under all the clamor.

"Indeed. I will put the SCA on full alert."

"Of course."

Orena turned his back to Eherle as he began to trudge back to the SCA headquarters building. Within a few minutes encrypted transmissions to SCA units in the field and garrisons in the Districts compromising the Separatists would be put on alert. Reservists would be placed on call as well for assembly. Things where escalating quickly and Eherle had the sinking feeling that the aggressive reconnaissance done by the Krossans earlier was the initial signs of New Islamabad wanting to forcefully reacquire the Separatist Districts.

by **The Anean Tribes** » Sun Mar 19, 2017 8:19 am

Anean Sector, New Islamabad, UFC
1-17-17 - 09:35

There had been a flash and now he was in limbo. Uzhvaraya didn't know where he was or how he came to be there. He was on his back looking up. He could see the air move around him. He blinked twice before realize he was seeing smoke. Around the same time he began to notice he breathing become more difficult. He rolled over on to his stomach and attempted to push himself up. He was met by a sharp pain in his side. Looking down he could see a steadily growing red spot emanating from a tear in his BDU on his torso. Gritting his teeth he forced himself to stand and attempted to move away from the smoke. At this point he realized he could hear nothing but a steady ringing in his ears. Within a few minutes of struggled footsteps he was able to find a way out of the smoke. he found a wall to lean against and soon he found himself falling into a sitting position against it. He needed a moment. He took that moment to look around him.

Shear Chaos.

Body parts were scattered about. A figure in flames was flailing about what had once been a thriving market. Uzhvaraya began to remember what had happened before that damned flash. He was making his way to inspect the potential site for a barracks. It had been on the other side of the market. It should have been a five minute walk, but instead all this. Within moments Uzhvaraya could see medics begin to scurry into the scene. Two made their way over to him and as they carried him out of the carnage of what he would eventually discover to be a car-bombing, all Uzhvaraya could think of was how who ever had perpetrated this was going to punished.

Port Koro, SCA HQ
1-21-17 10:43

Anean Ambassadors had a certain reputation for being loud, blunt, and arrogant. On one occasion in a meeting with a foreign Prime Minister, the Anean Ambassador asked for the answer to an important trade proposal. The Prime Minister said he would need a few more days to think on the matter. The Anean Ambassador bluntly told him to have the answer before the end of the meeting. The Ambassador then checked his watch and cheerfully mentioned how he was late for his next appointment which was to begin in 5 minutes...

Most foreign governments assumed the Aneans lacked the subtlety to be cunning negotiators. However, the reason for this perceived arrogance was totally different. To Aneans their Ambassador represented the physical embodiment of the Anean Nation and State. As a result, you would never see an Anean Ambassador bow to another as it would be akin to the entire Anean State bowing. The Aneans had proclaimed never to bow to a foreigner again.

Though originally a military man, Uzhvaraya as an ambassador was no less arrogant in how he acted in his office as any other member of the foreign service. Although, Uzhvaraya would be the first to admit that that acting in such a rude way could be grating. But to Aneans, pride was an important part of state-craft. As he was lead through the richly appointed corridors of the Flattnian's delegation to the SCA to meet the Flattnian Empress, he felt at his collar for the new rank symbol pinned there. The Sickle of a General. Unfortunately this was only a temporary promotion for the duration of this potential conflict. Officially, his title was now "Consul-General" as he was now acting in both a military and diplomatic capacity. This was due to his experience with the UFC over the past few years. Until more Anean Soldiers could be flown in, he was in charge. The speed with which reinforcements from the homeland was a pressing concern, at present the Loyalist Government was only allowing small numbers in yet. This would have to change, or some alternative found.

Uzhvaraya was so surprised at how expensively decorated the Flattnian Offices at the SCA was. Considering how the average UFC Citizen was living, this just reeked of excess. It made him enjoy getting mud from his dirty boots all over the rich carpeting. He had made it a point to wear the uniform he had been wearing during the attack. He still had a severe pain in his ride side from what had turned out to be a shrapnel wound from the car-bomb. Limited painkillers helped dull the pain, but he hesitated in taking too many. He needed to be sharp. Flattnian officials who walked passed him and the Flattnian Guards escorting him to the thrown room could barely hide their shock at the way he looked. He noticed several staring at his tattooed black eyeball. Members of his tribe often had memorial "wounds" tattooed on to memorialize heroic family members fallen in battle. His black eye was for his grandfather who died during the War of Unification who had died via bullet to his right eye. He was proud at the reactions it facilitated and he was convinced it helped him get his present post as it would upset foreigners. Others stared at the wide blood stain on his uniform. Still others at his buzzed mohawk. He did not look like the representative of a foreign government. He looked more like an a Visigoth or Gaul.

In Uzhvaraya's other hand he carried a think leather folder destined for the hands of the Empress. He was formally addressing her over The Alliance of Terror as it was the view of the Aneans that she was the nominal head of the SCA. Contained in the folder was an Ultimatum for The Separatists. The Separatists had three options.

1. The Separatists can hand over the Alliance of Terror Leadership to the Anean Government for trial.

2. Cede the Alliance of Terror Territory to the Loyalists for purging of Pro-AoT elements by Anean Forces.

3. Face Unilateral military action from the Anean State Security Force against the entirety of the SCA.

The SCA would have a deadline of one week to make their choice.

It was unusual for Anea to give options to a foreign power. But there was always a chance that the AoT had acted on their own without the permission of the SCA Central Authority. The Chancellor wanted to give the SCA a way out. While this disturbingly merciful action on the part of his Chancellor bothered a militarist Vojnan like Uzhvaraya, he did not question carrying out his orders.

Before too long Uzhvaraya was lead into a wide beautiful hall filled with the beautifully dressed Flattnian Court, all of them staring at this grossly dressed man claiming to represent a great power. At the other end of the hall, on a dais at the top of several steps, in an ornate chair sat Empress Antionova. At both her sides stood two armed guards. The Flattnian's were weary of the Anean's hatred for royalty.

An ornately dressed man standing beside Uzhvaraya in the doorway inhaled to announce Uzhvaraya. Uzhvaraya smiled, it was time for the show. Before he could be announced, Consul-General Uzhvaraya stormed in shouting in a deep voice:

"MY NAME IS CONUL-GENERAL TEKLAN UZHVARAYA. I AM HERE AT THE BEHEST OF THE ANEAN PEOPLE AND THE ANEAN TRIBAL CONGRESS!" The court muttered at this gross breach of protocol. The Empress looked amused as he marched toward her. Her guards looked worried. "RECENTLY ANEAN BLOOD WAS SPILLED AND OUR REPUBLIC DEMANDS RETRIBUTION!" By now he was at the foot of the dais. The room gasped at his lack of a bow, and there was an even greater gasp when Uzhvaraya rested his right foot leisurely on the first step leading up to the thrown. At this point Uzhvaraya lowered his voice into a more appropriate volume

'Citizen Antionova," He began confidently, conscious not to address her as Empress. Royalty was invisible to the Anean State. "Our investigation has concluded that the Alliance of Terror was responsible for this attack. My Republic is curious if this was with the permission of the SCA. If not we are curious as to what shall be done to punish them. He held out the leather folder to her, an aide, appearing almost as if from thin air from behind the thrown quickly ran to Uzhvaraya to grab the folder before Uzhvaraya could rudely drop it to the floor.

"Here are your choices." Uzhvaraya raised his voice again, he wanted the entire room to hear him clearly. "ANEA OFFERS YOU PEACE OR WAR, CITIZEN ANTIONOVA! CHOOSE, FOR IT MATTERS NOT TO ANEA!'

At this and before the Empress could respond, Consul-General Uzhvaraya did an about face and marched proudly out of the hall, mutters left in his wake.

by **The Anean Tribes** » Wed Apr 05, 2017 5:18 am

Palace of Unity, Arcana City, TA
1-28-17 - 10:45

Before Chancellor Andropov sat the entire Tribal Congress in Joint Session. The muttering assembled mass of politicians that was Anea's Legislative Branch was broken up into thirteen large groups, each the delegation from another tribe. One delegation stood out. The Vojnan delegation was very quiet and were quite noticeable in that they all wore the same outfit. Even their politicians have uniforms! Andropov thought quietly to himself. Sometimes even Aneans could barely understand their own countrymen.

A call for order rang out from behind Chancellor Andropov. The President of the Supreme People's Assembly (SPA) rung his gavel several times. The members who represented the SPA came to order quicker than the members of the Duma, who did not appear to be happy to be taking orders from the lower house. Before long, the President of the SPA gave the Chancellor the floor. Andropov began his speech, finished only two hours ago.

"Brothers and Sisters!" He powerfully began. " As you are aware our ultimatum ran out not five minutes ago! It is clear what must be done..." He paused as the room erupted into angry muttering. The lack of any response from the Separatists had greatly insulted many an Anean. He continued. "There is only one thing to be done now. This crime will be punished. These Imperialists who call themselves Separatists have forgotten their place. They believe that because they have powerful friends that they can spill blood from whoever they will. Well, we shall show them that there is such a thing as Justice, and that it finds every man and woman who have the arrogance to wrong our people. I stand here now, before you all, to not only remind these criminals, but also you my fellow citizens that We are a people who shall defend the honor of their nation with every breath we take! To the end of time our glory and righteous sword shall feed the brave! For Voj is by our side! Raise your swords my countrymen! As we are the light, these Imperialists are the darkness!"

The hall erupted into cheers. A vote was held within the hour to authorize military action against the SCA. It passed with few dissenting votes.

Near the Anean Deserter-Alliance of Terror Border
Same Day - 12:00

The young SSF solider had been waiting patiently for his orders. He and his artillery detachment of several M270 rocket launchers had only arrived in the UFC hours ago. They had barely had time to use the bathroom before they were positioned here. Since then their launchers had already been pre-aimed, his men waiting patiently at their posts. All they needed now was The Order. He knew that they would only have so much time to get away from this spot after firing before the SCA or their allies launched a counter-attack. He was surprised at how little nervous he was at that idea. He hoped the drivers of the various M270s and their support trucks had been given the correct maps. He wasn't fond of the idea that he and his men may not have the propper coordinate for the secondary rendezvous point. The Soldier heard his radio man walk up behind him.

"Is it time?" The Soldier asked before the Radioman could say anything.

"Yessir" The Radioman said very quickly. On the otherhand The Radioman did seem nervous. The Soldier nodded in acknowledgment and raised his voice so his men could hear him. All he yelled was one word: "OGON'!"

The sky around him was filled with a thousand mechanical screams.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Sun Apr 09, 2017 9:03 am

Commander Jafar al-Hamid

Camp Erashi, Outer New Islamabad, UFC

1/28/2017 - 14:00

Al-Hamid's uniform was coated in dust and dirt and stained in blood. Over the last two hours, the commander of the Alliance of Terror had been working at the epicenter of the attack that had targeted several locations throughout his district. The estimates of dead hadn't come in yet, but Jafar knew they had to be high, and ever-increasing at this point. The knot in his left shirt-sleeve had come undone, letting it hang free from the stump at his elbow. His long black hair, which was usually tied into a tight bun was also coming out, and singed hair now hung loose from al-Hamid wandering too close to the fires and rubble as he assisted in pulling injured and dead from devastated buildings.

Updates over the past hour had come in saying that the rocket attack had come from the north, from the direction of the Anean district, who had been slowly getting reinforcements from their foreign brethren. Al-Hamid watched as two of his comrades pulled another corpse out from under a pile of rock and thought to himself that this act would be repaid in blood. The Aneans would pay. The Loyalists would pay. They would all burn.

Commander Jafar al-Hamid looked around towards any and all nearby workers, "Fetch me a phone!"

Empress Leah Antionova

Port Koro, UFC

1/28/2017 - 14:35

"Thank you for your report, Commander."

"I must be getting back to my people, now. You have an hour to decide what the rest of the SCA is doing. In an hour, I'll be ordering a full-scale attack of the Anean district. Al-Hamid, out." The line from the Alliance of Terror district went dead.

Empress Leah Antionova had immediately assembled the other heads of district, along with a few military commanders, when she'd heard of the rocket attack. She now looked around at the others, who'd all just heard al-Hamid's report of the attack on his people. The rockets had attacked both military and civilian installations out in the AoT's district. Hundreds were suspected of being killed and the entire district was calling for blood.

"So," Antionova began, "What are your opinions?"

Julez Cortez spoke first, "Just because they were attacked doesn't mean this is a war with the rest of the Separatists."

Captain Arshon spoke up, "You're kidding, right? This is a clear casus belli. We should begin mobilize as quickly as we can while requesting more support from the Imperians. The Loyalists have a lot of foreign support at this point and we'll need the Imperians' help."

Elder Mooth nodded, "Agreed. A rocket attack of this scale wasn't even seen in the first war. This is unprecedented. I've already ordered my Knights to cut off the border checkpoints between my district and the Argent Brotherhood's district."

Antionova nodded, "And what about you, General?"

General Erico de Orena stood against the wall, out of the way, but still present. The chief of staff of the Separatist Combined Army nodded, "I agree. This is a time for action." The general actually believed they were wholly unprepared for an attack upon the Loyalists, but if several of the Separatists thought it was time for war, he'd rather side with them than anger them and risk his execution for treason. "I will begin mobilizing our forces at the council's order.

Autarch Cortez sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Fine! Fine. If war is what all of you want, then war it is. I'll be in favor of it. We can finally put down the Loyalists and put this behind us."

Empress Antionova nodded, "War it is, then. General de Orena, begin readying the SCA units," Leah looked around at the other district leaders, "while we begin to mobilize our own units for a full-scale invasion of the Loyalist territories. All agreed?"

A series of acknowledgements filled the room.

Antionova stood from the table and clasped her hands, "The Separatist Combined Army has officially declared war on the UFC, then. Let us get to work."

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