The Great War(Diplomatic atm, IC, Closed)

by **Greater Redosia** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 6:57 pm

Belgrade, Serbian SR, Yugoslavia

President Joška Bronz was outraged with the missile attacks made upon his country, even if it was just some "show of force" for some "backroom deal" one which he knew he cannot refused nor could he just outright do it. He had to make sure his own image was not destroyed because of it, if that did happen the entire nation would fall apart into a mess of wars between those who wish to continue seeing this nation prosper, and those that call themselves nationalists and wish to destroy what his grandfather had built. He was determined to make his own stand against this attack upon his country's soil, showing the determination what Yugoslavians have to those that wish to break her peace. And this will definitely not be the last, if anything, it's only the beginning.

a few hours later

"People of Yugoslavia, our nation has been attacked by a foreign power. Said foreign power is that of Lotharia, they have launched a missile and condemned us. The only reason they do such a thing is to show they can just push the world around at their whim, calling themselves "moderates" yet showing they will use force to get what they wish. The land was historically Magyar and catholic but that has long since pass, they have either emigrated back to Hungary or stayed and integrated into the community. Though we will continue to negotiate with both who oppose us just so you will know, that if you do attack our nation. We will defend it, to defend our homes, to defend our people, to defend what we believe is right against those who wish to take it all down after decades of hard fought work. We wish all you luck, and that if things do lead to war...That you all will be alive to tell of this day." He stepped away from the podium, he knew what his country must now face. But he wasn't going to allow the "moderate monarchists" they so proudly call themselves do what they wish without a fight.

From: President Joška Bronz of the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia
To: Imperium of Lotharia
Subject: backdoor negotiations
Encryption: Maximum
We will enter into these negotiations, though do not plan on it going so smoothly as you so confidently feel it will go. If these deal do go through expect the prices to be high and if a deal cannot be reached prepare for a war that the people of my country will put their lives into. This crisis that has so evidently been pushed by your country will be on your hands if it all goes wrong, so we suggest you either keep your weaponry in your borders, or thousands upon thousands will die at your hands. We will await your response...and we expect, that we are taken seriously, for we may be surrounded by enemies on all sides, it doesn't mean we will not fight if we have to.

by **Chkalovsk II** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 6:58 pm

Kalingrad, Chkalovskian Federation

President Natalia Borisovna Volskaya exhaled deeply after listening to extracts from the speech made by the President of the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia, Joška Bronz. Whilst she had a severe dislike for the Communists, however, there was one thing that she perceived as being a mutual feeling with them; Vorshevska was also outraged by the missile attacks made by Lotharia against Yugoslavia. It was bad enough that Chkalovsk already disliked the Hungarians, but Yugoslavia, despite being Communist, was a fellow Slavic nation with strong traditional, cultural, and religious ties, to Chkalovsk and her people, henceforth concept of 'heathen' (Catholic and Protestant) Germanic and Hungarian aggression against Orthodox, Slavic Yugoslavia, enraged many who viewed it as unacceptable, and was enough to spark several major protests in Kalingrad. Regardless of the justification from Grand Emperor Vynarum, supposedly being a 'show of force', the general mood amongst the Chkalovskian people and government had already been painted in black and white; This was an unprovoked act of military aggression in support of expansionist Hungary, aimed at unjustly pressuring Yugoslavia into accepting its imperialist policy, and Chkalovsk would not tolerate it. The verbal talk was bad enough, but now with the recent 'show of force', Lotharia was showing signs that it was preparing to cross the thin red line that existed... a thin red line that Chkalovsk would have to prevent it from crossing through all and any means necessary.

A Few Hours Later...

"Brothers and sisters of the Chkalovskian Federation... once again the drums of war are beating... and they are beating more close to our homeland than ever before. We are a proud nation and people... united by common interest, desires, values, religion, and customs. To be Chkalovskian means to hold dear the values of freedom... liberty... justice... but what is happening near our borders, is contrary to the values of the Chkalovskian state, and is thus a threat to our way of life, and once again... shows that the Hungarians cannot be trusted by Kalingrad to behave themselves as a reasonable country that does not pose a threat to the safety of security of Chkalovsk and her citizens. Chkalovsk will definitely not hesitate to engage in reciprocal actions aimed at defending national sovereignty, European peace and stability, and the safety of Chkalovsk and her citizens, should our people or government feel threatened by the recklessness of Hungary. The short-sighted imperialist policy of Hungary against the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia, backed up by its imperialist overlord Lotharia, cannot go unnoticed, or unchallenged, by the Chkalovskian Federation. Whilst we have a dislike of Communism, we have an even stronger dislike of reckless military aggression and provocation and the violation of the right to national sovereignty, against a peaceful nation, who's army has never threatened anyone and stayed peacefully behind their own borders, with the sole intention of defending their country and their country alone, as a due service to the people of the state. I make this very clear... Chkalovsk cannot... and will not... allow Hungary or Lotharia to violate the national sovereignty of the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia, and we will ensure that there is no unilateral military aggression launched by the European axis of evil against the defenceless nation of Yugoslavia, Communism or no Communism. Lotharia is supposed to be an ally... to be an ally of Chkalovsk means to share joint values and customs and ideals and beliefs with Chkalovsk... but now, you cannot blame us if some people within this Federation begin to question the concept of the alliance between Lotharia and Chkalovsk due to the lack of the aforementioned standards currently being displayed, seen by their childish support for the irresponsible actions and imperialism of Hungary, not to mention their own. We want to preserve this alliance, but it takes two to tango."

Several Moments Later

Timoshenko Artem Yegorovich, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, approached President Volskaya as she descended from the podium and moved to exit the room. Grabbing her arm in an abrupt but polite manner to gain her attention, he spoke quickly. "President Volskaya, the Lotharians sent us this..." he began as he subsequently read out the message received via Telegram. Natalia paused for a moment, before bluntly saying, "Not good enough. If they want diplomacy, let them come directly to us. This entire situation is unacceptable." Minister Yegorovich responded with a brief "Understood, President Volskaya." After a salute, he disappeared back to wherever he came from, and President Volskaya proceeded to finally exit the press room.

by **The Canadian North-West** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 7:11 pm

Ottawa, UWSC
Immediately following the missile strike

The head strategists of the National Military gazed on in horror as the image played over and again, the blatant act of aggression by the Kingdom: Firing an unprovoked missile attack at its next door neighbor was certainly far from the best way that a nation had ever proceeded and, needless to say, the Head Councilman of Canada was appalled.

"A blatant act of war... why only one? They obviously mean to move on Yugoslavia, so why only fire one missile? At a non-civilian target, no less? This doesn't make sense..."

Councilman Manley paced across the room for a moment, turning to one of his heads of staff and directing out a telegram to the Lotharian government:

Office of Charles Manley, Head Councilman of the UWSC,
2 Rideau Street,
Ottawa,
Canada

Intended Recipient: Maximillion Vynarum, Monarch of Lotharia

Subject: Yugoslav Aggression

It has come to our attention that you recently unleashed an unprovoked missile strike upon the Federal Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia, an attack which our government has determined can only be a blatant act of war. As such, we demand you immediately cease this unprovoked aggression immediately.

Signed: Charles Manley

He then dictated a second message to the Yugoslav government:

Office of Charles Manley, Head Councilman of the UWSC
2 Rideau Street
Ottawa
Canada

Intended Recipient: Office of Joška Bronz,
Belgrade,
Yugoslavia

Subject: Missile Strike

We have been made aware that the Imperialist Nation to your north recently completed a missile strike against your nation. As fellow Socialists, it stands to reason that we would stick together at this time: as such, we are willing to provide material assistance to your nation should this conflict evolve into the war which this attack certainly entails.

May our nations prosper in unity.
Signed: Charles Manley

by **Greater Redosia** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 8:50 pm

Belgrade, Serbian SR, Yugoslavia

President Joška Bronz was completely blown away when the offer was presented to him from the Lotharians, after the message from Chkalovskia reached the world they were just completely socked by the response. He laughed at how much the so called "Imperium" of Lotharia was now bending the knee to the nation, the treaty itself was completely fine except the military base in Croatia. They would rather not have foreign soldiers within the borders, especially when the only nation that borders them is Lotharia and it's lapdogs next to them.

To: Imperium of Lotharia
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Yugoslavia

We hereby accept the treaty of Belgrade though we reject the construction of a military base within the nation of Yugoslavia by Lotharia. We also thank the Lotharian goverment for having a sound mind and not escalating the crisis further than it needed it to be. We also wish to state that Yugoslavia was not under any foreign threat other than the one from Lotharia and are glad it is now over.

To: Head Councilman of the UWSC
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Yugoslavia
Encryption: High

We are happy knowing that you are here to protect us, though the crisis has been averted we still hope that we can possibly still work together in case of another attempt by Lotharia if they continue to push their luck against us once again. We do hope that things will go better for us in the future and that we may prosper together.

by **The Yuktobanian Republic** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 9:49 pm

Ionian Sea
Off the coast of Taranto
Helman Guided Missile Destroyer FHS Cinaloa
1st Rapid Response Fleet

She always liked to start her day with a nice cup of coffee. The captain of the ship, following her normal routine, sipped at her cup of coffee, holding a nice little blueberry scone that the ship's cooks had prepared for her. It was the same meal she would have everyday on board her vessel, and this had never changed much. The only changes were that in certain scenarios, she preferred that her coffee would be stronger, while on some days it was just borderline drinking creamer. On this particular day, there was more creamer in the coffee than usual. She was relaxed today.

Having graduated the naval academy of Helmanstend at a bright young age of 22, she was top of her class. Becoming a captain of one of Helmanstend's guided missile destroyers in that time after graduating, she was simply known as "Cinaloa" to her colleagues. Nobody ever knew if it was her real name or not, but nobody asked. She always had an upbeat attitude, and always had a smile on her face. In one of the numerous naval exercises in the Archelan Commonwealth, FHS Cinaloa had always ranked near the top in sailor morale. It seemed like a genuinely happy ship, with everyone smiling. Of course, this didn't change the fact that the ship and it's crew were still able to respond to every situation that rose up.

Anti-Submarine ship needed? They'd send her and they would do their job in sinking the submarine.

Anti-Ship needed? They'd send her and the Cinaloa would sink enemy ships easily.

Anti-Air needed? She could provide good fleet air defense thanks to her FCS/PAR-2 radar system.

Hell, she could even do ballistic missile defense. The latest upgrade to her FCS/PAR-2 Radar System gave her the ability to track down and shoot down enemy short range ballistic missiles using the RA-144 ABM from Yuktobania.

As the ship slowly moved through the waves, Cinaloa sipped her cup of coffee again, taking a bite from her scone in her hand. Some crumbs dropped to the floor, but nobody mind. She would clean it up later anyway. Looking outside at the relatively calm ocean water, Cinaloa smiled. Today would be a normal day out patrolling in this part of the world. It would just be routine. Usually these thoughts would depress people, but for Cinaloa, it made her a little happier. She liked doing repetitive tasks sometimes.

"Officer, is everything where it should be?" Cinaloa asked her radar officer, who stared at his computer. She took another bite.

"Yes ma'am." He stated. "Array on standby mode, along with sonar and surface scan. Fire Control Systems are currently on idle, and ready to protect at a moment's notice."

"Mrrmh.." She swallowed the bite. "That's good. Keep up the good work!"

The radar officer simply smiled before turning back to his station.

Walking across the length of the bridge, Cinaloa ate the last bit of her scone, and sipped her cup of coffee again before walking to the front window and staring at the front of the ship. It was certainly almost the same as the Yuktobanian Armenish Beach-Class Destroyer, but this ship had more Vertical Launch System Cells, and the bridge was also two decks higher than the counterpart. The gun also differed, this one being an Omdomnic made Otobreda Compact, a 127mm gun. Behind the gun was a VLS system, the cells all loaded with different missiles. She knew what was underneath those fireproof doors of the system. There were some VL-ASROCs, some RIM-66KD Anti-Air Missiles, and some RIM-174 Anti-Air Missiles. The ship could respond to almost all threats in this state.

"Ma'am? Message from naval HQ."

The voice broke her thoughts, and she turned around. Looking at her was one of the women who worked in the message room, and she held a paper that was freshly printed. Smiling, Cinaloa took the paper and read it as the woman walked away to go back to her station.

Looking at the paper, Cinaloa read it over. It was a message from Commonwealth Naval HQ indeed, and it was a confirmation of new orders for Cinaloa and her ship. She was to proceed into the Adriatic Sea and patrol off the coast. There was a situation that was apparently developing, and the HQ had tasked her with observing it. Nodding, she looked at the helmsman.

"Helmsman. Head for the Adriatic. Upon arrival, circle around in patrol."

"Aye ma'am." The helmsman said without hesitation, turning the ship toward the Adriatic Sea.

The ship slowly turned toward the right, and Cinaloa nodded as she and her ship headed for the area. She didn't know what to expect in the area upon arrival, but something must've happened in the area to warrant the attention of a Helman Guided Missile Destroyer, especially because it was her own.

It intrigued her a lot.

The ship moved on toward the area quietly.

by **Chinevion** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 9:10 am

Phnom Penh, Cambodia Sector, Greater Federation of Chinevion
Sun Li sat back in his chair. The situation in the Balkans was getting interesting, the Duchy of Prussia had never been friendly with the Slavs. It had been that way for some time, ever since Yugoslavia gained some new land that Hungary claims as historic territory. Naturally some posturing along the border was normal and to be expected. But this, this was something else. The Persians in a show of force launched a missile at Yugoslavia. While the missile may have detonated in open country and killed nobody, it represented something much more interesting. The gauntlet had been thrown and unless a unknown variable changed the situation, it seemed war was inevitable between the two nations. With war also comes opportunities. Public opinion would not be an issue, after all Yugoslavia was a communist nation, and if there was one thing the people of chinovia did not like it was a communist government.

<Sun LI> Ayaan, can you summon the secretary of defense, I need their opinion on the situation in the balkans.

<Ayaan> Yes, Mr. President

Sun Li leaned back in his chair, and waited.

two hours later

The secretary of defence, Dasra Gupta entered Sun Li’s office.
<Defence councilman> Mr President, You wished to speak with Me?
<Sun Li> Yes, tell me what do you know about the situation in the balkans?
<Dasar> I know that war is imminent, do you want a full briefing?
<Sun Li> No need, but I would like reconnasense on the situation, military encampments, Sam sights, all the normal things.
<Dasar> Understood, anything else?
<Sun Li> Maybe, if the situation escalates any further we may need to prepare an expeditionary force.

Vung Tau Air Base, Vietnam Sector, 00:00
Sg. Phya Putrie and her copilot, lt.Harsh Bagchi approached the plane that did not exist. Not as far as the world was known. The DA-91 HARC (High altitude Recon Craft) or: the Nayaa Taraa as her pilots nicknamed her, was technically a cancelled project, but in secret the DA-91 was developed. Only two were made. Capable at operating at Mach 4 at an altitude of 41 km, the Nayaa Taraa had previously been used to located missile sights of the neighboring bloc. Now the DA-91 once again had its shroud lifted from its wings and under the cover of darkness was once again prepared for flight. Pha Climbed into the cockpit, closed the cockpit and prepared for takeoff. Shortly after putting on her helmet the Inter com crackled to life.
<Harsh> All equipment in working condition over here, how's your end?
<Phya> All good here,
<Harsh> Great, Tower gives Permission for take off
<Phya> Acknowledged.
Phya taxied to runway and braced herself
<Phya> ready for Ac. In 3.. 2.. 1..
Easing the throttle forward, the whine of the Turbine engine. The plane started to inch forward then rapidly began to accelerate. Like a sprinter during a race, the DA-91 hurtled down the runway. Seemingly crossing half of the 2 mile runway in a second. Phaya eased the stick back and the Nayaa Taraa sprang into the sky.
<Phya> Passing 100,000 feet, switching to ramjets mode.
The DA-91 was still not going supersonic as to remain undetected but as soon as they reached their cruising altitude this would change,
<Phya> We have reached cruising altitude ETA to AO 3 hours.
Phya pushed the throttle to full and the plane shuddered as it passed Mach 1.

by **Chkalovsk II** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 9:45 am

The Kremlin, Kalingrad
Kalingrad Oblast, Chkalovskian Federation

"They don't listen. Why does it surprise me anyway? The Kraut's have a reputation for being stubborn." Said President Volskaya. "Madame President, the Yugoslavians surrendered control of the desired areas to Hungary. The Minister of Foreign Affairs interjected, handing Natalia another telegram received from the Lotharians, but his surprise, she ripped it to shreds right in front of him and her senior ministers and put it in the bin. "They don't listen." Repeated President Volskaya, before continuing with, "What is the popular opinion amongst the civilians, Kolokoltsev?" Interior Minister, Savasin Kolokoltsev looked up from his papers and responded with, "The mood is quite clear, Miss Volskaya; Chkalovskian people believe Yugoslavia caved in to Hungarian imperialism due to the threat of military action from Lotharia. It was gunboat diplomacy. Unacceptable and provocative. As we speak, major protests across Kalingrad have spread and the Lotharian Embassy is now at risk of attack." President Volskaya sighed, as she knew she had to, and was going to to, stick to her words, and she wasn't going to back down any time soon. "We will make it clear again; Chkalovsk does not recognise Hungarian imperialist claims, demands they return the territory back to Yugoslavia. If they want gunboat diplomacy, we will give them gunboat diplomacy." Her last few words attracted the attention of Defence Minister Dmytro Ostapchuk, who looked the President intensively in the eyes before beginning with, "Are you saying we should-", but Natalia cut him off, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying, or should I say, ordering." Defence Minister Ostapchuk replied with "It shall be done." He then saluted the President and departed from the room.

AN HOUR LATER

Horodok Air Base, Horodok
Lviv Oblast, Chkalovskian Federation

Two Su-25SM Attack Bombers were stationary on the tarmac at Horodok Air base, as the ground crews finished checking the aircraft. They were armed with 4 B-8M1 rocket pods each carrying 20 S-8DM fuel-air explosive rockets, with a warhead of 6 kg TNT equivalent and travelling at a velocity 590 m/s. The aircraft were also armed with 2 KAB-500-OD guided fuel-air explosive bombs and a 30 mm Gryazev-Shipunov GSh-30-2 autocannon with 250 rounds mounted inside the nose of the Su-25's. Supporting the operation was 1 Beriev A-100 AWAC's aircraft, equipped with the powerful Premier AESA radar. The pilots and AWAC's crew had been already briefed on the mission and now it was time to launch; First the Beriev A-100 slowly trudged down the runway, picking up speed before finally managing to pull its nose into the sky, following by the smaller, faster, Su-25's, bolting down the runway before pulling up sharply into the sky, following the flight path of the A-100.

SOME TIME AFTER

Sovereign Airspace, Near Astei
Zakarpattia Oblast, Chkalovskian Federation

And so the strike was about to begin, as AWAC's guided the aircraft towards the target from a safe distance. Flying low and fast to minimize the possibility of being detected by Hungarian radars or air defence systems, and remaining within Chkalovskian airspace, the two Su-25's passed over the village of Astei, flying nearly parallel to the M24 road, rapidly approaching the border with Hungary. "804 to 805, weapons free, weapons free." Said lead pilot Ihor Panasenko (804) to his wingman, Nazar Voloshyn (805). The targets were the Hungarian border post, police station, and any military forces that would be in the vicinity of both. Upon receiving that transmission, the two aircraft unleashed their barrage of S-8DM rockets, resulting in 160 of them flying towards Hungarian positions on the ground. Following up, the 4 KAB-500-OD bombs were released and they silently glided towards their targets before the aircraft swooped in and opened up with their GSh-30-2 dual barrel autocannons, strafing the target area resulting in a loud 'brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt' sound as the powerful guns fired, making mincemeat of any armour, buildings, defences, or infantry that would be on the ground below. As the bright fires burned on the ground beneath them, the Su-25's pulled out and headed back towards Horodok Air Base. Mission successful.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

The Kremlin, Kalingrad
Kalingrad Oblast, Chkalovskian Federation

"The Chkalovskian Federation, both her people and government, refuses to recognise the imperialism expansion of the Hungarians into the peaceful Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia. It is evident that the Axis of Evil used gunboat diplomacy, taking advantage of Yugoslavia's geopolitical isolation, to force Belgrade into accepting the imperialist expansion of Hungary. It has also been observed that Chkalovsk has been placed on the backboard of forced negotiations with Yugoslavia in an attempt to ensure that Hungary and Lotharia get what they want. We implore the people and government of Yugoslavia to rise up against the occupation forces and heretics asserting control over its rightful sovereign territory. We have made it very clear to Lotharia that Chkalovsk cannot and will not accept or tolerate Hungary's actions and will respond with just cause if required or called to do so by the forces resisting their imperialist expansion. This type of imperialism, under the false pretence of achieving a sustainable solution via diplomacy to achieve peace and maintain stability in Europe is entirely unacceptable and will not be tolerated by Chkalovsk, and Hungary and Lotharia need to peacefully back down and restore and respect the status quo ante. We once again urge the regime in Hungary and its imperial benefactors in Berlin, for the sake of peace and security in Europe, and for the sake of maintaining healthy diplomatic relations between East and West Europe, to reconsider their actions and restore the full national sovereignty and territorial integrity of the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia or risk further destablization and tensions in Europe. The ball is completely in their court now." President Volskaya descended from the podium. There was no mention of the strike on the Hungarian border. That would be for them to figure out, however, once it became news, Chkalovsk may either deny it or confirm it happened. She did not know yet. In the mean time, the Western Military Region was secretly placed on the highest combat alert and operational readiness by the Defence Ministry.

by **Greater Redosia** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 12:14 pm

Belgrade, Serbian SR, Yugoslavia

President Joška Bronz thought the crisis has been solved, the Lotharians prancing about shouting about their "victory" though if anything was a Pyrrhic victory for what the Yugoslavians gained than lost and he simply shook his head at how they could believe they achieved a diplomatic victory. "Idiots...they are all idiots." Though sadly he was wrong. With a second missile strike hitting the nation's countryside, which made him question why people hated the nature so much around the world and Chkalovsk now becoming representatives for the Socialist Republic they now had to deal with a new set of problems.

First it was obvious a war could be eminent, thus government officials began notifying those who were part of the Yugoslavian People's Defense reserves to begin organizing partisan military commands within the territory of Yugoslavia for the defense of the country. The navy was set on high alert, though with outdated equipment it could still pick a fight, even if they would be all destroyed against their Lotharian counter-parts. The Yugoslav Airforce was also put on high alert, Mig-21s began patrolling the air space, the country was prepared for a war and they would bring it.

disputed lands, location unknown

Few armed partisans were setting up barricades around the village and along the roads. After having watched several different news messages from both the Yugoslav state controlled news and foreign news they were preparing themselves for a fight. Since they were in school they were taught about the People's Defense doctrine, where they would help the People's Army with guerilla attacks and strikes against invading forces if the country was of course invaded. Snipers were set up in the wooded areas along the roads to ambush any foreign vehicle or soldiers, they were the people and they needed to defend their homes.

back in Belgrade

Defense Minister: "Sir, we have reports of strikes against the Hungarians"

President Bronz: "Of course there have been, the world cannot simply stay peaceful for a minute."

Defense Minister: "....Sir, were we really going to simply renounce are claims?"

President Bronz: "We would announce it, but I still believe that the lands are rightfully ours. With the non-aggression pact we could not have to worry about a strike by Lotharia and we could continue support other movements around the world, they wouldn't attack us and tarnish their reputations. It would of given us a free playing field without a possible dagger to our backs, but now that is gone."

Defense Minister: "Well sir, if war does come to or nation, I will make sure they will pay for ever inch of land with blood. The people of Yugoslavia must stay united in these dark times and we shall pull through this nightmare."

OOC: simply gonna say, school is tiring on the mind.

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 3:28 pm

Castille de Terro, Inyursta

Vicious, pounding monsoon rains slammed down on the Inyurstan capital as night drew near. The cloud-coated sky was shaded in eerie cuts of dark blue and slate grey while the mountain to the west of the city sat black like a mound of pure obsidian. President Jean-Baptiste Calderone looked out the window of his executive office at the puddles growing and shaking in the reflection of the street lamps, a half-glass of pure cachaca liqueur in his hand.

"It's bold, rash, - aggressive. I want to like it, but even I can't exactly say I support that level of attrition of a conflict that isn't our business." Calderone said as he sipped on his alcohol. Jean-Baptiste Calderone was typically known for his brash behavior and direct path of action, but even he was cautious to take the advice of his top military commander in regards to the situation in Eastern Europe.

"It isn't our business - yet. Every expansionist regime in history has started their path of conquest because some larger power deemed that it wasn't their business... Don't get me wrong, I could hardly give a shit which ethnic group a few hillsides in Eastern Europe truly belong to. But Yugoslavia was an appetizer, they wrongly thought that the Chalskis wouldn't get upset that they attacked a neighbor because that neighbor was socialist. The fact that SACTO wont reign down on them for it probably didn't discourage them either...

Regardless, a nation with existing colonies and a belief that foreign kings ruling the land is actually a good thing is now asserting its apparent right to decide who all has claim to what territory - and that, Monsenor President, is indeed our business..." Chief of Staff Antonio "Ironsides" DeLoroza spoke to his superior-in-name-only.

"Do you honestly think they wont stop with Yugoslavia?"

"The more important question, is whether or not you honestly think they will..?"

Calderone knew that it was a failure to listen to then-General DeLoroza where his predecessor, Jack Peresque, had made one of his biggest foreign policy blunders. DeLoroza had, while already on-ground in Lolloh advancing on their capital, predicted that the Lollohians would break the ceasefire and resume imperialistic aggression against Inyursta's weaker ally. Peresque did not listen, and a year later DeLoroza found himself once again losing men and equipment to storm the same ground he had already driven the enemy from. Now, following the complete balkanization of Lolloh and the long-term destabilization of much of its former republics, DeLoroza was commanding from Castille de Terro and, while remembered fondly for his economic policies, Peresque was in retirement.
The president was now caught between a rock and a hard place. Letting DeLoroza off his leash would set the ball rolling to project an outright aggressive and unchecked foreign policy - one for which he would have no choice but to step back and negotiate with his domestic opposition over. On the other hand, keeping DeLoroza on his leash would send him down the same road as Jack Peresque at best or Neville Chamberlain at worst...

"I'm afraid I don't. Do what you must."

Atlantic Ocean

Theme

The INS Chino de Guerre, INS Sant Jimenez, INS Princessa Carmena, three Type-64 "Tiburo Neige" SSN's and the INS Montecasa, a Mirage-class SSBN. These massive yet nearly silent beasts of the sea were coming forward like the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Woe to the irony, that men hundreds of years ago painted maps with terrible marine monsters occupying the edges, now from those very same untamed waters some of the most deadly leviathans of the deep were coming - all crafted from the hands of men. Three silent killers and a hidden lord of destruction were now in the wide open waters of the Atlantic Ocean, all headed north towards Europe.

by **The Byzantine Kosmat** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 5:19 pm

Athens, Hellas, Joshua Valeta locked himself into his studies for hours analyzing this crisis afer seeing the backlash against the missiles and what happened. He exhales a sigh of relief as he left the study but was greeted by the Minister of Defense. "If we are to maintain our end of the deal we must help secure a safe area around the Balkans. I suggest we attempt a non-aggression pact with Russia. If we are not to attempt do we deserve partnership with a godlike nation?" She said. Joshua Valeta replies with "I guess attempting to secure safety in this crisis is not a horrible idea. I want a telegram sent in the next 3 hours while I take one more look at the Crisis." He walked back into the study, certain that he would not be liking at least one result.

4 hours later

"Sir we have sent the Telegraph and are awaiting the offer's response." Exclaimed the operator. "Well Great." He said. "Can we see the result now?" OOC: This part is TBC
Joshua began running simulations through his head constabntly looking back at the area of conflict and started asking "Is this an area of previous conflict?" "Is this predictable?" So many things he must do with so little time. He soon marched out of his study and gave a speech " People of Hellas! I have to report to you some... Possibly grim information. We are now entering the Crisis if it goes into war. If we all die I hope I burn the worst, and I hope you all die a death of non painful poison if it must be one way or another. I hope you can all see the gains if this must happen." He soon left after addressing some topics that no one cared to report.
Joshua afterwards began getting ready to run a propaganda campaign and the ads flyers would be made in about a week.
Approval ratings are at 75% as he was backed a lot by the people in the coup and war.

From:Byzantium
To:President Natalia Borisovna Volskaya
Subject: Non agression pact.
Text:

Hello,President Natalia Borisovna Volskaya, we have sent this with telegraph with one proposal. A pact of non-aggression to ensure neither side of the Crisis will turn this into a full blown war and put us on the brink of death.
Sincerely, Joshua Valeta.

rom: Grand Golden Eternal Imperium of Lotharia
To: Leader of Byzantium
Subject: Negotiations of alliance
Text:
Hello your majesty, we would like to ask if you are interested in some peaceful negotiations to enter with us into an alliance. We will be consulting our ally Chkalovsk and see what we can offer you, but currently, our offer is Syria as a puppet state in the future, and Kurdistan as land if you intervene, however Chkalovsk
and Basran must be consulted before we finalize any deal. We hope for a reply soon, we will discuss further in Prague, under the guise of discussing an economic pact. See you there!
-Foreign Minister of Lotharia, James Oldenburg

I am to arrive at Prague soon,I am very much interested in gaining an alliance with one of the strongest nations to exist. We will as of now in the agreement intervene should it be neccecary
-Joshua Valeta President of the First Kosmat.

OOC: I recieved some things before others so I am sorting through some of it so dismiss the Agreement with syria and Kurdistan for now until further notice

by **Illuminati of Asia** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 6:15 pm

RSS Zheng He, Surface Action Group 7, Indian Ocean, Off the coast of Somalia
Captain Hyeon was in command of surface action from the Zheng He. The group of four ships was normally scheduled for routine patrol in the Indian ocean but developing situation in the Balkans had changed that. Now they had been order to Mediterranean to observe the conflict and to see if it escalated.
Though before they departed for the Med. Captain Hyeon wanted to inspect his ships to make sure they were order before they departed for a dangerous sea. The ships under his command was course the cruiser Zheng He, along with the Sejong-class destroyers, Genghis Khan and Yi Sun-Sin, as well as the Kublai-Khan class frigate RSS Tenzig Norgay. After completing his rounds abarods the Zheng He he headed to the bridge.
On the bridge he inspected the large monitors, that displayed the status of the others ships before asking Lieutenant Ke for status report of the ships
Captain Hyeon: Lieutenant Ke, status of the other ships?
She then replied: All are in order and ready to depart for the Med. Also command just told us the submarines ISS Kathmandu will be joining us shortly .
Captain Hyeon: Ah, very good. Signal the rest of ships we’re departing.
With that the RSS Zheng along with the rest of the ships of Surface Action Group 7 began a journey to the Red Sea, and from there to Mediterranean. To begin their observations of the conflict.

by **Allanea** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 6:18 pm

The Free Kingdom of Allanea wishes to express its severe concerns about the situation in the region. We believe that Lotharia is a crucial element and a bulwark against World Communism. Even though we believe Lotharia’s actions were not fully as responsible as they should have been, we would like to assist the parties to the dispute in mediating it to avoid a war between multiple civilized, pro-capitalist nations, that would weaken them and strengthen World Communism.

The Free Kingdom wishes to have its ambassadors attend peace negotiations. We believe that a return to status quo ante bellum is a reasonable resolution to the conflict, followed by Allanean economic and military assistance to both the Roskian Federation, our ancient ally, and Lotharia, who is a creditable anticommunist power.

by **The Yuktobanian Republic** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 6:39 pm

Hereford
The Emmeric Republic (Emmerinavic)
Headquarters of the Archelan Commonwealth
Main Auditorium

The eyes of numerous leaders and representatives of different countries in the Archelan Commonwealth stared at her as she gulped. Nadine Schwerner, current Secretary-General of the Archelan Commonwealth, sighed as she sat at the head chair, facing the representatives and leaders of the numerous countries. Each person sat at a chair, with their country's name on a small name tag on the table. This was where meetings occurred, and the room seems to scream of power.

"I have called upon all of you here today because a situation has started occurring in an area of the world where... Situations always happen." Nadine started. "It seems that it is a giant game of buffer states and gunboat diplomacy over where the situation has risen, and being the Secretary-General, I wish to keep the violence confined to that area if it escalates to that level. I have gathered you guys here because I want to see if we can all agree on something. We must do something to monitor the situation over there."

The first person to speak up was Tricentennial Prime Minister Hannah Stevens. Her black hair went to her upper back as she looked at Nadine. "How bad is the situation over there?"

Nadine smiled. "Seems like they started shooting rockets or something all over the place. They're attempting to scare each other.

"Doesn't sound that bad. Is it possible to maybe talk with the nations involved over there?"

Nadine shook her head in a fast motion. "Nope. Nope. Nope. That is not fun."

Hannah simply raised an eyebrow before sighing. "I still say diplomatic solutions are more beneficial to the region as a whole."

Nadine looked at Hannah. "Do you remember when we bombed the countries around Emmerinavic? Those countries had some ethnic thingy going on, so we put a stop to it by force."

Hannah looked at Nadine. Before she could say anything, the President of Yuktobania, Artyom Zvertoyam, spoke up. Looking at him, his worn face showed signs of aging, which is probably the reason why he was set to end his presidency soon. "What you're saying is that we should pull off what we did back then?"

Nadine smiled. "Yes! Of course! We send a fleet over there and gather intelligence."

The entire room went silent. Almost everyone had flashbacks to where they were when the bombing of the lowland countries occurred. Due to ethnic conflicts in the region, a coalition was formed and the heaviest missile bombardment was conducted upon cities there using a multinational fleet. It was a great display of power, but numerous civilians were killed during those bombardments. What Nadine suggested was that she wanted to send a multinational fleet to the Indian Ocean to possibly project power.

"So, all in favor of what I like to call, Resolution 67?" Nadine looked at the people gathered. Artyom had an unemotional expression on his face. Hannah simply sighed, while other leaders and representatives made their decisions slowly.

It became quiet in the room.

Indian Ocean
Near Somalia
Engrandonican Submarine HMS Astute
6th Submarine Squadron

"Conn, we got some detection ping around the north. Seems like they are cavitating."

The captain of the Astute lowered the paper from his face. A man of thirty, he was relatively new to the whole submarine operations thing. He was the captain of one of the world's quietest submarines, and underneath the ocean, the submarine cruised quietly. Setting the paper down, he looked over at the sonar analyst, rubbing his hands to regain warmth due to the cold air of the inside of the submarine.

"Screw size?"

"Three large screws making a whole lot of noise and one smaller screw making somewhat loud noises."

Looking over at a nearby screen for the weapons officer, the captain noted that he had a total of six torpedo tubes loaded with four AsuriaTorp heavyweight torpedoes, and two slow moving decoy torpedoes to fool enemy torpedoes. There were also all the noisemakers loaded and ready to use. Each AsuriaTorp could almost certainly break the keel of any naval vessel, as well as the submarine itself avoiding detection due to the hydroacoustic tiling. As the Astute cruised along at the slow 10 knots, the captain looked at the helmsmen of the submarine.

"Continue following. They're unknowns, and we need to see where they are headed toward."

And thus, the HMS Astute silently followed the fleet of four ships, quietly lurking beneath the waves.

by **Chinevion** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 7:53 am

Phnom Penh, Cambodia Sector, Greater Federation of Chinevion
Sun Li sat at his desk and sipped on a cup of coffee. The first beams of early morning sun filtered through the blinds in the presidential window, the morning dew had not yet dried. The sky was still a pinkish orange. The sun had not yet risen above the horizon, and most of the glistening city still slept. This was his favorite time of the day, it was quite, peaceful even. A swallow flew by the window and landed on a branch. The door creaked open and interrupted his silent revery.
<Ayaan> Here you go Sir, the dossier on the Balkan situation you requested and the daily overview.
<Sun Li> Thank you, Ayaan
<Ayaan> Anything else you need sir?
<Sun Li> No, that will be all for now.
Ayaan turned around and walked out of his office once again leaving him in piece. Glancing out the window one last time, Sun Li sighed. Time to get to work. Pushing aside the overview he opened up the manilla folder containing the report on the situation in the Balkans, he immediately noticed that the situation has indeed escalated. First flipping to the section on Hungary Sun Li saw that Chkalovskian had begun conducting air strikes on Hungary, So much for diplomacy. So far it was only a few sorties on border posts and some military targets. Nothing to extreme, but it still represented an escalation. Yugoslavia was also preparing for war but Prussia was still holding out some hope for a diplomatic solution. But the chances of a diplomatic resolution solving the conflict seemed to become thinner every day. All it would take is one spark to ignite thee whole region like the powder stores on the ships of the line of old. It would be prudent to dispatch a expeditionary task force. Sun Li picked up the phone.
<Sun Li> Ayaan, can you tell Mr. Gupta to meet me in my office.
<Ayaan> Yes sir, right away sir.
While he waited for the secretary of defence to arrive, Sun li decided to read through the daily schedule. He was due to attend the christening of the FNV Oceana, the first ship in the Oceana class Regional Introduction and Control ship. That should be interesting, The Oceana might just see use in the Balkans.
<Dasar Gupta> You wished to see me sir?
Sun li looked up from the overview.
<Sun Li> Yes, Did you give orders to Expeditionary fleet yet?
<Dasar Gupta> Yes sir, the expeditionary fleet is being prepared now.
<Sun Li> Can we also get a hospital ship in there? I fear we may see more civilian casualties soon and we must be prepared to provide aid.
<Dasar Gupta> Yes, I believe we can.
<Sun Li> Very Good, that will be all

Vung Tau
The massive naval base was alive with activity. Destroyers in loading bays as their VLS tubes were filled with missiles. Be it STA pods of four, STS missiles, interception missiles. A fleet supply ship was being filled to the brim with food stuffs. And a Amphibious assault ship was receiving a shipment of Raksha two MBTs and Ah-49 Shikaras. It would be a few days before the fleet was ready to be dispatched but that did not matter much.

by **Greater Redosia** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 2:25 pm

Belgrade, Serbian SR, Yugoslavia

President Bronz was honestly getting sick of all the international attention the nation was getting, as well as constantly being called a communist. He was more socialist than anything, as was the country though it did indeed have some communist somewhere, though they were far from being able to do much. Yet he slowly stopped caring about what they said, but instead on the more pressing matter of this new treaty. The new treaty was basically being handed a cake and eating it as well, there was no reason not to accept this. They get the benefits and keep the land that was already mostly identified as Yugoslavs and atheists, it was simply perfect.

To: Imperium of Lotharia
From: President Bronz, Yugoslavia
Encryption: High

We accept this new treaty, we also hope an incident wont happen again. The fields and national parks have been heavily damaged and will take time to heal,
as well as the weariness from our people of a possible war. Though this treaty will put us in a sort of "friendship" we will not be supporting your nation in any way other than staying out of its way. Yugoslavian neutrality shall not be disturbed again and we make this as clear as we possibly can.

by **Da Klan** » Thu Dec 14, 2017 1:25 am

Union of Bharat

Europe. A land so fruitful for revolution, yet so barren at the same time. European affairs were almost always the least of Bharat's concern. When you border a volatile state like Afghanistan, you don't concern yourself with anything outside your sphere of influence. But then of course some huge thing happens. This time, that huge thing appears to be Yugoslavia. Of course, a socialist ally in Europe was being threatened by the imperialistic bastards Yugoslavia was cursed to call "neighbors". Whatever peace was being established would most likely be temporary. Premier of Bharat Rajesh Lakshmanah Rajeev gazed at the map his cabinet had presented to him. Lotharia. They have done something. Damned monarchs can't help but meddle, can they? Rajeev sighed and decided to pen a message to Lotharia.

To: The Lotharian Imperium, SR Yugoslavia
Security: Maximum
The Union of Bharat is concerned that the crisis in Yugoslavia is not over. Due to previous dealings with Western imperialistic nations, we have reason to believe that this "Great Crisis" is not over. The presence of imperialistic neighbors on all sides of Yugoslavia will only inevitably continue the conflict. The Union of Bharat would like to enter the talks as a neutral intermediary, as well as provide assistance to Yugoslavia if needed.

(OOC: I have to study for some tests sorry bout the short post)

by **Alaroma** » Thu Dec 14, 2017 7:44 am

Atlanta, Confederate States of Alaroma

In the city of Atlanta, Georgia, it was a mild day at a temperature of 78 Degrees. Very welcoming weather for Alaroman families who decide to go to amusement parks such as 6 Flags Over Georgia, or the new Star Wars movie that recently came out. In essence, it was a very content feeling from the population inhabiting the city. However the Political situation has taken an unexpected twist causing the Government to worry, and I’m not talking about the surprise Radical Liberty Party victory over the Freedom Party in the Senate Elections in the state of Alabama. No, we’re talking about the situation in Europe. By this point, the video of the Missile Strike against Yugoslavia has circulated the internet, ran across the Media, and everyone is asking the question “What are we going to do?” Well, the men in Government we’re asking that very same question. Things were only escalated with the Lotharian call to pick up their arms, and prepare for war.

Now, this has made for multiple concerns. The CSA was primarily worried about the reactions of other nations, namely the nations within the Holy American Empire. Now, the Confederation wasn’t worried about any reaction except Canada’s. With their Socialist Government, they didn’t know if they would begin siding with Yugoslavia, or the Socialist in General. This whole situation put the CSA in a very awkward position. They needed to make sure Canada remained loyal to the HAE, so their reaction needed to be monitored. Meanwhile the CSA also was very friendly when it came to its relations with the Chkalsovakianss. However, they still had commitments to their friends in Lotharia, and in Japan. Especially so in Japan, where Alaroman troops were stationed helping Japanese defenses at the DMZ. In essence, the King (or Emperor if you’re looking at it from an HAE perspective instead of a CSA one.) and Prime Electorate were scrambling for an appropriate response to the situation. For the past couple days, the Confederation’s government hadn’t commented on the matter. There was no doubt they took note of the incident. Surely if the Media had taken notice, so had the Goverment. However, the Goverment had said nothing. Then the apparent "peace deal" was accounted for, it was time for an announcement from the Confederation's Goverment.

At the Grey House press conference, Jake Featherston, Prime Electorate from the Freedom party stood up at the Grey House podium. Clearing his throat, he stared at the flickirng cameras of International Media as they waited for the Goverment's take on the situation, which had been long awaited. Sometimes days, or even hours in the political world can feel like an eternity. "On behalf of the Confederation, we are very pleased to see things have turned out as they did. War is a terrible thing, and the thought of it breaking out across Europe would have been tragic. In the world's state of affairs, the CSA will strive for peace among nations whenever we can possibly grasp it. Don't be mistaken to think we fear it, but we try our best to stick away from it. We are ecstatic at the news that this crisis has been resolved, and that we can continue going about our daily doings. The people of the Holy American Empire are a peace loving one, and the outcome is much desired. I stand open for any questions. Reporters hands shot up, and the Prime Electorate began to answer questions on the Crisis.

by **San Regada** » Thu Dec 14, 2017 2:29 pm

Bogotá, Capital Region
Republic of San Regada

With the sharp escalations of tensions in Europe, the Republic of San Regada was placed in an awkward position. Since the restoration of democracy in 1975, the Republic had strongly pursued a policy of armed neutrality. The military was well funded and well trained, carrying on traditions from the era of the military regime, seeing action in various failed internal insurgencies and uprisings across the country, but also was known to contribute to peacekeeping missions, security assistance operations, and the training of foreign troops and special operations forces. San Regada itself had a left-wing nationalist party in power despite being rather socially conservative. Practising the principle of armed neutrality, the Republic prided itself on never being the aggressor, never attempting to unjustly invade and conquer another sovereign nation or parts of its territory, thus, the recent Lotharian-Hungarian aggression against the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia and the destabilize it brought to Europe prompted scares of San Regada being the next target for 'ruthless Germanic imperialism', a rhetoric pushed forward by the leading party and several right wing opposition parties. Despite ideological differences and tensions, the Assembly of the Republic at least agreed on one thing: San Regada would stand in solidarity with the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia in the event of further imperialist attempts to conquest their land. President Bautista Villacrés ordered for diplomatic envoys to be dispatched to Belgrade and Chkalovsk with the intention of consolidating relations between the Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia, Chkalovskian Federation, and Republic of San Regada, in order to boost mutual cooperation over the issue of the sudden rise in European militarism and imperialism, whilst Prime Minister Máximo Fonseca was preparing to issue a formal condemnation and note of protest against Lotharia and Hungary for their original military aggression and imperialist acts. San Regada would not let imperialism rise again.

by **Chinevion** » Thu Dec 14, 2017 4:14 pm

<Bridge officer> ADMIRAL ON DECK
The various officers and crewmen on the vast bridge stood up and snapped to attention.
<Admiral Singh> At ease.
The crewmen sat back down and returned to their various duties. Singh looked over her command. In front of her the prow of the oceana extended out into the ocean. The main AGS stored benign its cowling. The rows of vls tubes stretching forward. To either side the bridge jutted out from the main super structure slightly giving stunning views around the mammoth vessel. On each side two Electromagnetic catapults invented the hull which dropt off into sea before rising back up in the trimaran section. Farther back the flight bridge stood proud with the massive tethered AWACS laying dormant above. The deck lined with the sleek forms of naval air superiority craft and fighter bombers . With an air wing of 142 aircraft, The Oceana truly was a sight to behold. The first of three ships, the Oceana RCIV(N) (Regional Control/Intradictorial Vessel) In the next birth over, the hull of the FNV Benegal was also beginning to take shape. Not a bad command,
<Communications officer> Admiral?
<Admiral Singh> Yes, lieutenant?
<Communications officer> Orders just came in.
The officer handed Singh a piece of paper. Singh Looked over the paper. Interesting, she hadn't expected anything to come in so soon.
<Admiral Singh> Thank you lieutenant.
It appeared the oceana and her fleet were to join the first expeditionary fleet.

by **Illuminati of Asia** » Thu Dec 14, 2017 9:22 pm

Surface Action Group 7, On the Bridge of the RSS Zheng He
After surface action group began to move along Somali coast the frigate RSS Tenzing Norgay detected something fading and out on sonar. It reported this to the Zheng He, wheren Lieutenant Ke the current officer of watch received it. After reading over the report she notified the captain.

Lieutenant Ke, Captain Hyeon, You may want to come the bridge the Tenzing Norgay has detected something odd on its passive sonar array.
Captain Hyeon: On my way,

On his way to the bridge Captain Hyeon wondered what would have needed his attention. There wasn’t any reports of unusual activity it the area recently. Once on the bridge Captain Hyeon asked Lieutenant Ke for a report.

Lieutenant Ke: Well sir, the Tenzing Norgay has reported that they have a sonar contact that has been fading in and out for the past half an hour, based on their observations it appears to tailing the group
Captain Hyeon: Well it can’t be much of threat to us, I don’t believe there any nations nearby that would be hostile to us, but send a SH9 to investigate just incase.
Lieutenant Ke: Certainly , I’ll get the Tenzing Norgay right on it.

A few minutes later a SH9 ASW helicopter lifted of from the flight deck of the Tenzing Norgay and quickly speed off in the direction of sonar signal. It began checking the general area with its dipping sonar.

RSS Kathmandu, Indian Ocean, near Yemeni coast
After receiving its orders to meet up with Surface Action Group 7. The Kathmandu under Captain Shin began its journey to group. The Kathmandu was one of the newest SSNs in the RoA fleet and with one the navy's most experienced submarines captains in command it would a perfect vessel for operating in chaotic waters off the Balkans.

RSS Taipei, 2nd Carrier Group, Southern Indian Ocean
The Taipei was 2nd newest carrier in the RoA navy it was also first RoA carrier captained by a woman, Captain Jae-eun. The carrier group had been on standby to support the 7th surface action group but since 7th surface action group had been ordered to head to Med, naval command in Hainan has new orders for the 2nd carrier group. They were to head north to meet up with the 9th carrier group which contained the carriers RSS Seoul and RSS Hong Kong along with their escorts. The next orders would be given when they met with the other carrier group. After receiving these new orders the Taipei and her escorts began the journey north.

by **Liberty China** » Thu Dec 14, 2017 10:33 pm

Emperor Qui Shin main office room (Liberty China)
The Emperor Qui Shin was doing paperwork, while heavy rain was hitting the glass wall a few feet behind him, As Emperor Qui Shin work on some paper he was interrupted by some few knocks on the door. knock knock. Qui Shin Look up from his desk "Who There?" a short second pass.
"It Mi Ling, your Secretory, I come here with an message from Lotharia" Said from Mi Ling
"Lotharia? Come in i need to see the message" Said By The Emperor
Door opens and come in Mi Ling "Here is the message, Sir" Hands over the message.
"thank you, you may leave now" Qui Shin Said The Secretory leaves the room. He reads the message. "Interesting" Press on communication button "Mi Ling, Cancel any further meeting, I need all my Generals and get me my economies adviser"

Liberty China Capital Main Conference room(Few hours later)
The 3 General and the economies adviser were set in a oval table waiting for the emperor to come inside the room.
The Door opens and the Emperor walks in and sit down
"Let began this meeting, So I believe all of you have been inform about the message from Lotharia?" Said by Emperor Qui Shin
They nod.
"Good So you understand our situation Gentlemen, and ladies, how do we think we should process this? Said Qui Shin
"If Lotharia ask for Diplomatic and military Support let give it to them, I say if a ally is in need, help them." Said By General of the Army: Lan Li
"Are you serious! your always way to open minded, did you actually think what will happen if we do decide to them help!?" Said By General of the Air Force: Zei Lon
"Well if we don't help, we may loose an ally, but the tough choice is how, without attracting to much attention to our self? Said By the General of the Navy: Qing Yan
"I agree with Zei Lon, this may cripple our economy, but i Also agree on Lan Li, we don't want to loose an ally" Said By the Economies Adviser: Chi Ce
"This is a hard choice to make, but I still say we must somehow help Lotharia" Said By: Qui Shi
The debating last for a few hours
"So do we agree on this?" Said By Emperor Qui Shi
"I Agree" Said by General of the Army
The General of the Air Force tilt his head down
"I Agree" Said By the General of the Air Force
"I Agree" Said By the General of the Navy
A last couple seconds of calculating numbers
"I Agree" Said By Economies Adviser
"Good, This meeting is finish, Ladies and Gentlemen, you may leave"
Everyone but Emperor leave the room
The Emperor put both his hands on the table and tilt his head down
"I hope this works out" Said By the Emeperor

From Liberty China
To: Lotharia
Subject: Acception

The Emperor of Liberty China has discuss your request for help, and we have Accepted your offer, Liberty China is willing to help the country of Lotharia

by **The Yuktobanian Republic** » Fri Dec 15, 2017 12:22 pm

Hereford
The Emmeric Republic (Emmerinavic)
Headquarters of the Archelan Commonwealth
Room F19

She was the head of the Yuktobanian Navy, and her family was imbedded into naval history. She has led numerous fleets in interventions and in wars, and she has shown her skill in commanding fleets. Karkiev Tachibana slowly opened the door of Room F19, entering the room quietly. Looking into the room, it was relatively simple. There was a red rug, a nice wood desk in the center, and there was a globe and maps scattered around. It was like an explorer’s office. Walking into the office, Karkiev slowly shut the door behind her, looking at the figure behind the desk and leaning back in the chair haphazardly.

“Welcome to Hereford, Mama Karkiev.” The figure behind the desk, Secretary-General Nadine Schwerner, said as she smiled.

“Oh. Madam Secretary, you’re here.” Karkiev bowed, then smiled. “It seems you need me?”

Nadine leaned back a tiny bit more. Karkiev questioned if the chair would actually break from her leaning. “Oh, I need you to do your normal thing again.” Nadine nodded. “The thing your family does best.”

“Lead a naval task force?”

Nadine then stopped leaning, the chair suddenly going back to shape as she nodded. “You’ve got the correct answer!”

“So, what will the deployment of forces be th--”

“Now, here is the catch.” Nadine interrupted Karkiev. “It is strange, but it might work. Using my in depth knowledge on naval history, I decided to try to attempt to make a system similar to what the allies during the Continental War had. Remember the Allied Ocean Task Force?”

Karkiev went into her thoughts. During the Continental War, the Archelan Ocean was a beehive of activity, and when the Jaipurians had bombed the allies, a unique system of command was put into place. In the last years of the war, a large carrier force was made with ships from all nations. From the communist Armarus, the predecessor to Yuktobania, to the mighty Centenniality, this fleet was the most powerful ever created. Thinking about it, Karkiev inferred that Nadine wanted to create a system of command similar to the Allied Ocean Task Force. One supreme admiral was to be placed in command of the entire group, able to command all the fleets that are part of the gigantic formation. Underneath the supreme admiral would be the admirals of the different fleets that comprise the task force. Each fleet would be consisting of ships from the same country, so for example, during the Continental War the Task Force 2(A/H) consisted of ships from Armarus and Southern Helmanstend, which was represented by the A and the H. After the Continental War, the massive fleet was disbanded, and the last person to hold command was Helman Admiral Marc Shetovo--

Wait.

“Wait a second…” Karkiev said, slowly looking up at Nadine.

“You know what I called you here for.” Nadine smiled. “We will recreate that system, and the Allied Ocean Task Force will return, albeit a different name. We’ll call it the Coalition Expeditionary Task Force, and you will become the supreme admiral.”

Karkiev went silent. She would have command over more than one hundred ships, and she would also be the superior to multiple admirals. Opening her mouth, she asked a question to Nadine.

“Which admirals will be under me in this?”

Nadine then motioned Karkiev to come over to her desk, which Karkiev promptly did. Karkiev looked at Nadine, then at the desk, where Nadine moved a piece of paper to face Karkiev herself. Karkiev leaned down a bit, reading off what admirals were under her.

The first name she saw was Arcadia Tachibana. Her youngest daughter, Karkiev thought about her. She was the admiral of the Yuktobanian 7th Carrier Assault Group, commanding the fleet from the carrier Arcadia, which coincidentally she shared names with. The carrier she commanded from was one of the newest in the Yuktobanian Navy, with two islands and improved radar systems. This would be her daughter’s second deployment, and this time she was to directly report to her mom as commander of Commonwealth Task Force One, consisting of Yuktobanian and Emmeric ships.

The second name was Shiao Zihang, admiral of the Jiaonuan South Sea Fleet, 1st Carrier Group. She was a quiet, observant admiral who mostly kept to herself in moments. She had proved her worth during the Jiaonuan War, where her country and Yuktobania went to war with each other after a Jiaonuan Invasion of the former country of Glo-Ria. Karkiev had not talked to her much, but she could sense a hatred for Yuktobanians. Shiao would report to Karkiev as commander of Commonwealth Task Force Two, consisting of primarily Jiaonuan ships with some Armenishian and Cormorant ships.

The third name was Chelsea Huntington, Admiral of the Centerican 7th Fleet, headquartered in Yazokima, Nakazawa, Jaipuria. The largest of the Centerican numbered fleets, it was based in Jaipuria to defend Centerican interests in eastern Verusia. Based in her flagship, the UES Huntington, during the Second Svergrad War she was the first Centerican Force to respond to the war, arriving on station in less than 48 hours during that war. Chelsea would report to Karkiev as the commander of Commonwealth Task Force Three, consisting of ships from XETO nations.

The fourth and last name was Andropov. Karkiev smiled upon looking at the name. Simply being known as Andropov, she was a young bright woman who recently got appointed as captain of the intelligence ship Andropov, which coincidentally shared the same name as her. Her ship used to be a radar ship, capable of tracking far space objects and communicating with satellites. After an overhaul in 2000, the ship became the largest intelligence ship in the Commonwealth, able to decode and encrypt numerous messages. Usually leased to the Yuktobanian Space Agency to track satellites or the ISS in orbit, the ship is now back in the Yuktobanian Armed Forces, acting as a radar and command ship. In her command were numerous frigates and surface combatants, one of which was the Omdomnic Guided Missile Intelligence Frigate (FFGI) Mirazati, a hybrid Intelligence ship and guided missile frigate. This group would be known as Commonwealth Task Force Four.

“These are all the admirals under you for this deployment.” Nadine said, looking up at Karkiev with a smile. “Now all that’s left is for you to accept this command.”

Karkiev thought about it. She would be the first woman to become Supreme Admiral of the Commonwealth Navy, and she would join the ranks of the greatest admirals of the Continental War as the commander of the revived Allied Ocean Task Force. Admiral John Williams and Admiral Dmitri Kovbradov were all looking down on her at this very moment. She could refuse, of course, because some people might say that this will become a very stressful environment and make her become sick. But she has been through more stressful situations. She was prepared and hardened from experience.

“Admiral Karkiev Tachibana, do you accept your command?”

Karkiev looked at Nadine in the eyes, almost as if the flame of command had ignited in her once again.

“Yes.”

Indian Ocean
100 Kilometers from the Seychelles
Centerican Aircraft Carrier UES Huntington
Commonwealth Carrier Task Force Three

“Fine day, isn’t it?”

Chelsea Huntington watched as an F/A-18E on the carrier deck was moved from the side of the ship to one of the massive elevators, heading down into the hanger of the aircraft carrier. All over the deck of the Huntington were F/A-18Es, F/A-18Fs, or EA-18Gs. They all looked very similar to each other, and it made the carrier deck look like it had absolutely no variety at all. Compared to the Yuktobanian Aircraft Carrier Arcadia, which was plowing through the waves nearby, the UES Huntington looked pretty much the same if you looked at the deck. As Chelsea looked up, she sighed.

“It is raining very hard outside, y’know.” A sailor said to her, the room going quiet as the sound of rain became the loudest thing audible.

“Oh, I know.” Chelsea nodded. “Y’know, from where I’m from, rain is perfectly normal. It always happens, and sometimes people say my city is the most depressing city in Centenniality. I always like to prove them wrong.”

“Well ma’am, the north is extremely weird.” The sailor said.

“Oh, I know.” Chelsea nodded yet again. “It’s why I’m from there.”

Chelsea sat back in her chair as the ship continued moving. The entire Coalition Expeditionary Task Force moved at a steady speed of 28 knots, handicapped because of the 28 knots maximum speed that the Intelligence Ship Andropov could only do. Every ship in the task force could easily go thirty, with the carriers able to go at least 39 knots. Sighing, Chelsea looked toward the rest of the fleet.

The first ship she laid her eyes upon was the Yuktobanian Guided Missile Cruiser Unugorod. It was a big cruiser, with the 16 missile launchers facing forward, ready to smother an enemy ship with numerous supersonic missiles. It was one of the relics of the old Armarus, the ship being built right before Armarus collapsed and became Yuktobania. Chelsea remembered the briefings that the old commanders would talk about, where they were supposed to keep caution and mark this ship as a high priority target to destroy. This was back in the Cold War. Now, it was part of the coalition fleet, sailing with its former enemies.

The next ship she saw was the Jaipurian Destroyer JS Hanazuki, it’s sleek steel shape being slammed by a wave. Classified as an Escort Destroyer by the Archelan Commonwealth, the ships were the perfect ships to escort a flotilla, since that was the underlying reason for their construction. In Jaipurian doctrine, the Escort Destroyers such as the Mesurume-Class, Hanazuki-Class, Tenryuu-Class, and Akatsuki-Class were supposed to protect the vital ships that were equipped with the Yuktobanian FCS/PAR-2 Radar System. These ships for the Jaipurians were the Kongou and Atago-Classes. The Hanazuki was armed with Centerican Missiles such as the RIM-66 and the VL-ASROC, but carried no offensive weaponry. The Jaipurian Navy was barred from doing so.

Next to the JS Hanazuki was the Jiaonuan Frigate Yantai. These were the newest frigates put into service by the People’s Republic of Jiaonua, and they were apparently multipurpose frigates that were capable of responding to any threat. The only information that was able be recieved by Centenniality were battle reports during the Jiaonuan War, where Yuktobania and Jiaonua had gone to war with each other. Both sides had tested their best ships against one another, and intelligence about the Jiaonuan Navy was seen by the Centericans. Just recently, Chelsea was in a briefing where they mentioned to keep an eye out for the frigates, since Jiaonua was aiming to mass produce them. Now the Jiaonuan ships were sailing with the Yuktobanians, their former enemy, and also the Centericans, who were watching them like a hawk.

“Ma’am, we got contact report by the UES Shelter. There seems to be an unknown group of ships near the coast.” A sailor yelled.

Chelsea blinked and walked over to the sailor as she was handed a piece of paper. This piece of paper was the contact report that was printed and filed. Looking at it, the ships appeared to be circling in a patrol formation, and the Engrandonican Submarine HMS Astute was following them.

“Has Karkiev received this report?” Chelsea asked, her eyes looking up toward the sailor.

“She has, ma’am. She is going with her gut and saying that it is a non-hostile fleet, but we might need to take the necessa--”

“We’ll do what she says.” Chelsea said, looking away and looking towards the other ships that were part of the fleet. “I have faith that she knows what she’s doing.”

As the sailor replied with a simple “Yes ma’am.”, Chelsea sat back down in her chair, watching and listening to the rain pelt the carrier deck crew as they scurried around the deck like ants. Their different colors were a sharp contrast to the deck of the carrier, which was a dull grey.

It was enjoyable.

Indian Ocean
Near Somalia
Engrandonican Submarine HMS Astute
6th Submarine Squadron (FWD DEPLOYED)

“... Do you hear that?”

“No.”

The captain slowly looked up towards the ceiling of the submarine, the same ceiling he would stare at when he was new to the submarine. With pipes going from one end of the submarine to the other, it was messy, but it worked.

There also seemed to be a very quiet rotor noise.

“Ow! My ear!” A sailor yelled, throwing the headset to the floor.

Turning his head to the sailor, the captain ran over and looked at the sailor with a somewhat shocked face. The sailor was holding his left ear, gritting his teeth in pain as he slowly got up.

“What happened?” The captain asked as he looked at the screen of the sailor, who was the designated sonar analyst.

“Ah… That hurt… We got a return ping. There is something out there.” The sailor said.

The captain analyzed his options. If his gut was correct, then that very quiet rotor noise was a helicopter that was dipping it’s sonar into the water. The active sonar must be being reflected by the submarine, and it was being tracked by the helicopter. Sighing, the captain looked at the helmsmen.

“Blow.”

“Blow, aye sir.” One of the helmsmen responded.

The HMS Astute shook as the ballast tanks were emptied and the submarine rose up to the surface of the water. Everyone in the submarine held onto the nearest object as the submarine slowly rose up to the surface and rose out near the helicopter, the submarine bobbing in the waves.

by **Greater Redosia** » Fri Dec 15, 2017 4:34 pm

Belgrade, Serbian SR, Yugoslavia

The President simply stared out at the city, the world went from Yugoslavia to Lotharia. He chuckled as the power nation who was bullying them became the one being bullied, by the entire world. Of course that didn't make it any less dangerous for Yugoslavia, especially when there would be a war so close to home, he wanted the nation to be ready. So he continued having People's Territorial Defense forces to continue organizing and preparing for the worst, that worst being a full scale invasion of the country. But for now, he relaxed as Yugoslavia can now have a breather from the powerful Lotharia.

Unknown location, Serbian SR, Yugoslavia

The partisans kept their guard up as the people worked, weapons in their hands and patrols patrolling the forest. They were ready for any invasion on all sides, the coasts were ready, the borders, the hills and forests. They knew that if an invasion did come it would cost both sides heavily, though the President never wanted a war and simply wished to continue the country's freedom, didn't stop others did it huh.

by **Nations United for Conquest** » Fri Dec 15, 2017 6:38 pm

Gesno, Oskano

Capital Building

A few days ago | Shortly after the missile incident

"Well isn't this just a great little pile of bullshit we have on our hands" came the voice of a younger man, sitting on the edge of a desk just outside a large set of ornate wooden doors. He wore a dark pair of dress pants complimented by a white short sleeved dress shirt tucked in with the help of a belt. It was the hot season in the region after all. Below him sat the form of a young girl, perhaps only a year or two younger than the man who sat on the edge of the desk, placing her at the ripe young age of about twenty six. Only a few years out of whatever academy she had attended, likely within the city, she had the luxury of landing a nice job of a secretary, evident by the small gold colored plant that sat at the edge of her desk, pushed off to the side by the young man who had taken up residency there. It was a prodigious job, despite what one may of thought, even for someone straight out of a local or even national university. She likely had taken a great amount of care with her studies and was no doubt a top student for her graduating class. The young man was likely no different, though perhaps even a level above her in terms of study and placement in his school. Likely he had been within the top twenty if not the top ten of his graduating class with high honors from a high credit school likely within the city itself. No doubt he had also visited this very place at some point during his career at that school in order to end up in the position he was at the moment, that of course sitting on the corner of the desk outside these large wooden doors. Thought for the moment the eyes nor the thought of either of the two were focused or even considering what was taking place, or more accurately what was to take place just past those large wooden doors. For the moment the man's eyes had been glued onto the computer monitor of the young girl. The young girl's eyes, however, had remained fixed on the young man, her ears the only part of her not giving their full attention to the young man.

On the wide and colorful screen, likely a new high resolution model no more than a few weeks off the shelf at the most local information center, this was a prodigious building with an important purpose after all, stood a large and well built man. Though a majority of that build was likely owned to the large and extravagant clothing the man wore on his body. Almost like something out of some sort of fairytale told to children to a young age to inspire fear or courage, whatever the situation truly called for. A large cape that seemed to flow even without the presence of a source of wind of any kind, was large and nearly doubled the width of the man on screen, only adding more to what was likely supposed to be some sort of indentation on behalf of the crazed designer who no doubt wrote the plans for such an outfit. The man however seemed unphased by this, not so much as paying attention to the man's clothes, the young girl ignoring him all together. The large and flowing cape gradually rose up to the shoulders of the man finding a resting place in a large pair of shoulder pads, decorated in what were likely fancy patterns though lost on even the high definition of the young girl's computer monitor. The pads seemed to extended the man's shoulder over twice what one would assume the normal look of an average or even well defined human being. Likely it was supposed to serve some similar purpose to that large cape that still flashed in the unseen wind whipping across the monitor. Connected to these pads, or perhaps more accurately a part of them was a large ornate coat, almost like that of a robe, though much heavier in nature, like one would expect of jacket you would wear on a cold winter's day. It extended from the shoulder pads down to what was likely the boots the man no doubt wore, though the angle of the camera, whether on purpose or not, did not reveal this to the young couple, one watching one listening to the situation unfolding on screen. At the very edge of the screen sat a large set of letters, white in color and bold in form, that neatly spelled out the name Maximillion Vynarum, the so called King of Prussia. Or as he was more affectionately known to the young couple, Maximous Villainous, at least in public that was. Individuals had other names for him in their own private circles and moments.

As the large and over dressed man, one might have even compared him to that of a jester, and not simply due to the clothes that he wore upon that grand stage, finished speaking the young woman turned her full attention to the man still sitting on the desk. Her eyes were wide and a light smile had formed across her face, resting just between each cheek. She was tan a bit tan, not quite burned as her present occupation took up a majority of her time, even on the weekend, and so as she smiled a small wrinkles could be seen forming under her lips. Her eyes sat of a rich dark blue color, not unlike that of the small pond that could be seen if one were to walk to the far end of the hall they presently sat in and managed to take a casual glance out of the large windows present there. If they looked at the right time they may have even been able to catch a glimpse of a small family of ducks, the unofficial mascots of the building, swimming to and fro in the pond. Perhaps one might be lucky enough to catch a few of some of the younger ducklings, it being the hot season after all, walking across the small garden closely behind their mother. Th girls eyes, much like her smile, were aimed directly at the young man sitting on the desk who still had yet to turn his attention away from the computer monitor, despite the message there having gone to black and not returned to any sort of color. Releasing what seemed almost like a sigh, but could have simply been a deep breath to the unfamiliar observer, turned to face the young girl, a smile growing across his face as his own pair of slightly green eyes, like an ocean caught in a patch of rough waves, locked with hers. There was a sense of familiarity in the look the pair shared between each other. It was if they both understood what was about to take place, no doubt not the first time such a look had passed over either of them.

The young girl was the first to break the silence. Leaning forward in her chair, moving her face ever closer to the young man's, she let out a small burst of words, the resonating sound of curiosity hot on the tip of her tongue as she spoke them to the young man, "So, what's the problem with all of this? I'm curious."

Picking up on the young girl's curiosity and her words, which he had no doubt heard spoke time and time again since his meeting with the young girl all those months ago, and likely one's she had spoke constantly whether part of her job, interacting with the young man, or neither. Upon processing the words spoken to him by the young girl, he cocked his head slightly to the right, letting it hang near the computer monitor, "Come now Dell, anyone could tell what just happened." There was a hint of sarcasm mixed with truth on the end of his words as he spoke to the young giri. Not quite one of teasing, though that was no doubt part of the intention, but rather one of leading, as if he was expecting to receive some sort of answer from her.

The sarcasm as not lost on the young girl who quickly flashed a quick rolling of her eye's in the direction of the young man, much to the man's assessment as he released a small chuckle under his breath. Focusing her eyes back on those of the young man, his face with an even wider smile plastered across it. Some of it was likely from the amusement of the young girl rolling her eyes, other in what he no doubt expected her to say. It was likely not the first time they had gone through this conversation, perhaps it was even a daily routine. Tilting her head to match the angle of the young man's she again spoke out to him, "Well, Friyon, I'm not the one with a degree in International Affairs. I'm also not an aid for the Foreign Minister."

The smile on the young man's face relaxed a bit as she spoke these words. Especially with the appearance of the first words, as his eyes changed from one of excitement and what was no doubt a bit of pride, to a sinking low. His brows furrowed a slight bit and he narrowed his eyes, as if to signal to the young girl that she had perhaps made a mistake in some of the words she had spoken to him. Though it was quite obvious to the young girl, and even to the casual observer that this was simply a facade and meant to be a playful gesture towards the young girl. Letting out a small sigh, one obviously intended to give off the appearance of disappointment, as false as it may have be, he spoke out to her, "Dell, I thought I told you to call me Yon." The girl almost immediately shot back. Perhaps this was a common occurrence for them, much like the speaking of the young man's achievements and titles, or perhaps more like, it was a way at getting back at the teasing he likely constantly delivered to her, but she was a good sport it would seem, as her answer carried a hinted sarcasm mixed with truth, much like the young's man previous announcement, "I know, but I think Friyon is such a cute name." He smile grew to a large grin as she spoke, as did the man's, though not without the release of a slight sigh. "Alright, alright. Anyways, it's pretty clear to see what Berlin is doing..."

Several Minutes later

"...And that's what their plan no doubt is. I'm sure even the council knows this." As the man finished up with his explanation, the eyes of the young girl still wide, as they seemed to absorb everything the man was saying, despite not having been able to read his words much less lips, there was the faint sound of shoes hitting against a hardwood floor. As the man finished up and the young girl finished absorbing and debating all the information presented to her, the sound slowly grew louder as it approached their position. There was no mistaking it, it was the sound of dress shoes clomping over and over in an nearly uniformed manner across the hardwood floor. The steps were fairly evenly spaced between each other. Not quite close enough to single someone in some sort of large rush, and a far cry from the sound of one running across the hardwood floor. Nor were the footsteps far enough apart to signal that the walker, whomever they might be, was in no rush what so ever to reach their destination. Though truth be told in the building the couple and their yet to be seen or named third wheel, it was uncommon to find someone who didn't have a place to go or someone to meet. Even the young man had somewhere to be. It just so happened that it was the desk of the young girl he was still using as a seat.

As the sound grew larger and no doubt closer by consequence, it became easier to make out who was approaching their position. Looking out down the long hallway, past the large paintings and multiple pictures that hung on every side of the hallway, ignoring the large overhanging lights made to look like the ornate and fancy chandeliers one would expect to find in the home's of the richest lords of ancient and medieval legends, and finally past the long planks and lengths of hardwood, that seemed almost to blend into the very walls, and at extension the ceiling, the form of a man could be made out. It was a taller and larger man, much older than the young man just by looking at his form, his other details still hidden. The mystery man was well built, a pair of broad shoulder could be found planted next to a pair of what looked like well defined arms and legs, even under the dress wear that slowly came into view. The dress wear itself was fair simple in design, and not terrible different than what the young man wore on his own body. A pair of black dress shoes faded into what was an almost identically colored pair of long black pants, smooth as if they had just been ironed that morning, and they no doubt had. Though the key difference was in what the men wore on top of these pants. The young man had nothing but a simple white collared shirt, still unbuttoned at the top button, and missing the presence of any sort of time at all. The new man, still likely wearing the white dress shirt, instead optioned to hid it beneath what was a large and brown sports jacket that fell just below his waist. The dress shirt's color and upper half could just been seen between the enveloping sides of the man's jacket, and the dividing line that was his large black tie, the same color as his dress shoes and what was a shade darker than that present in his pants. His hair was of a much lighter tone than that of the young man's whom's was a shining sea of gold, parted off to one side. As was the popular style in the republic and was common to see among men both old and young upon the cities the streets. The older man's hair was more neatly pressed, being parted to the opposite side, and was a of a shining grey color, not unlike the metallic shine of a jet in flight.

As the older man moved closer to the young couple, it was easy to see their smiles diminishes as their faces took on a more serious tone. The younger man's face went a bit slack as his full attention diverted from the young girl to rest upon this new man who had seemingly appeared from the shadows, the only indicator being the clapping of his shoes upon the hardwood floor of the hallway. The young girl acted in a similar way, her smile receding back to a solemn grin as her blue eye left the face of the young man for the first time since they had begun their conversation to rest upon this new figure entering into the stage. The young man even slipped off the edge of the desk with a distinctive sound of fabric rubbing against a smooth surface, as was the plywood or plastic, it was often hard to tell the difference from a simple sound, of the desk as he returned to a standing position. As the older man know grew into full view, a stack of papers resting under the fold of his arm, threatening to burst at the seams, the young man straightened up, almost like a soldier about to salute a passing officer. Though through all of it, what one would assume would be a look of fear or seriousness, was instead plastered with one of knowing. Almost as if the young man knew what was coming, and it was most certainly not the first time the pair had encountered one another. Approaching the large and orient pair of wooden doors behind the young couple, he paused for a moment as the young girl presse a button on the desk, forcing the large doors to spread upon, almost without a sound, the older man made a gesture to speak to the younger man, though his head didn't so much as cast a quick turn towards the man, now hot on the older man's heels. "Good to see you're getting around just fine, Mr. Gorddard," There was an almost sarcastic tone to the man's voice as he spoke, as if he were teasing a close friend. The young's man reply met that of the older man, though despite the familiarity shared among them, there was still a hint of anxiousness and worry upon it, "Keeps the heart young, Mr. Huuron." As the pair passed into the large room laying beyond the young girl added a quick little bit onto the end as the doors swung closed behind them, "Have a good day, Mr. Huuron."

The two men entered, nearly side by side, into a large room laying just beyond, and to some even grander and more orniet than the great doors which seemed to divide it from the rest of the world. The room was made from the same beautiful pattern of hardwood that could be seen lining the floor and walls of the hallway outside of the room, but there were certain accents added onto it as well. Off to the corners of the room sat large, half exposed pillars of a wonderful cream colored marble. Chiseled out into little divots or rather canals into the stone, it gave off a large appearance of strength and support. The pillars were just as much decoration as they were actual supports for the room, hence why they were sunked into the walls, rather than simply being exposed like one would of a normal pillar. Though perhaps some of it was simply taste, as it was likely that the rest of the pillar simply melted into the strong and steel supports of the building, rather than existing as a completely separate entity in the wall, like some would have been lead to believe. The room however, did not end with these large and beautifully carved pillars, each one no doubt constructed over three hundred years ago at the forming of the Republic, at least in its most current form, rather than the additions of the wood panels, which had to be replaced every so often. These large pillars rose into the ceiling, where rather than flatten off into some interesting ceiling, it rose higher and higher into a dome shape, elevating the size of the room greatly. But it also held another meaning, as well. It allowed the voice of those in the room to echo, meaning it would be no trouble for one to hear even a faint and soft voice located at another end of the room far from them. Perfect for the the main use of the room, which of course was to act to a meeting room. Such a purpose was illustrated by the large circular, though in reality more oval shaped, table that sat pretty much in the middle of the room. It was large and wooden, unlike the more fake desk sitting outside of the large room. The knots and grain of the wood was consistent, showing it had been cut from a single large tree at one point. Rumor even had it that it was crafted from the tree that once stood in the place of the large building which now held the table, almost as a tribute of some sort to days gone by, though the real reason was probably lost to the ancient art of storytelling.

The idea of a meeting room, however, was not just reinforced by the presence of some large and imposing table situated at the center of the room. It wasn't the only thing in the room after all. A large desk, flanked on either side by a large collection of bookshelfs, sat off to the back of the room, opposite placement of the large wooden doors, though still just as grand. The bookshelfs held all number and sizes of books. Some seemed to be as old as the building itself, if not older, with their old paper and leather covers falling apart at the seams. Meanwhile, others seemed fresh off the shelf, large hard and soft covers fresh and full of colorful. So much so that one might have claimed to have been able to read them from another side of the room if they seemed to possess the eyesight required for such a feat. Though the most important feature of the room wasn't what was contained in it but rather who was in it. It was a meeting room after all, and thus people would be there to meet. Opposite the great large doors, and the pair of men who had just entered sat an older man in a chair, at what would likely be considered by most the head of the table. He was a well built man and looked as if he could be in his late forties, when in actuality he was the oldest man in the room, falling at the very midpoint of sixty. Much like the recently arrived man we wore a mop of grey hair upon his head, except in the case of the man seated at the head it was much shorter and tighter to his head. Not quite what you would call a military cut, but far from the free flowing locks you would see on a typical hippy. His eyes were a light blue color, duller than that of the peppy young girl who sat outside of the room, though a fire could be seen burning deep within them. A passionate man to say the least. Though you wouldn't be able to tell by his face which sat in a passive state, his brows furrowed as if he was hotly debating a matter within his own head. He barely even glanced up to take notice of the man who had entered. Much like the young girl, he too had a placked, though his was much larger and read out in bold letters, Alaric Kuhn, Prime Minister, as if anyone in that room needed a note to tell them who the man was.

To the right and left of the man, he was flanked by one or two men to each side, dressed in a variety of clothing, with their ages and faces varying just as much as the clothes they wore on their backs. To the immediate right of the man sitting at the head sat a man dressed in much the same way as both him, and the still standing man who had entered with the young man from earlier. A light grey jacket covered his back ad wrapped around to his front covering up the tie and dress shirt he was likely wearing. It was a warm looking jacket, a rare occurrence for anyone in the hot season of the year, though to most seventeen degrees probably wasn't too warm, and seemed almost like a trench coat of sorts. It was a perfect match for the man's grey hair, which while combed, seemed almost naturally messy just by taking a look at it. He was much younger than the man at the head or even the one at the front of the room, quietly moving toward him at that moment, likely being on middle point of his fifties. Not young for office, but not older either. His face matched the hair and jacket in much the same way. It was emotionless, but showed no signs of strain or stress, likely a hard person to play poker with. But then again no reasonable person would attempt to play such a game of deception and risks with the men in that room. Much like the man at the front of the table, a small plack that read out a title and name sat in front of him. He's just so happened to read, Heiko Grussmann, Minister of Intelligence, the head of the special intelligence agency, more often referred to as OCIS, or Oskani Central Intelligence Service. Certainly not the kind of person to play cards with. Even if this wasn't a James bond movie, and he was a retired spy master, as far as most were concerned. As the standing man from earlier took his seat, he received a small nod from the man now to his left.

Now seated the older man from the hall motioned for the young man who had entered with him to take a seat behind him, and handed him the stack of papers he had carried with him down the hall and into the room. Placing his hands on the table and giving off a similar facial expression to the others he fixed his very own placked. As per usual it listed both his name and his role in the small meeting room. He's just happened to be Gerd Huuron, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Glancing to his right he was met with another one of the many guests who had taken up residence in the large and beautiful meeting room. An older man, not quite that of the Prime Minister, who hadn't yet looked up from his seat at the head of the table, but older than himself. He wore a similarly colored mop of hair, a grey with some hints of white just beginning to shine through, furthering illustrating his age as compared to those around him. In a strange little bit of trivia, if one would assume that to be the proper word for such a situation, he wore a small and scruffy beard stretching from one ear to the other, and wrapping around his chin yet leaving the lips clean of any mustache. No bush to accomplish the hedge to put it into simpler terms, if that is even required. He too wore a simply dress set of clothes, though much like the Foreign Minister set off to his right, and the Prime Minister to the head of the table, he had a simple pair of dress pants accomplished by an even simpler dress shirt, covered by a more blue colored dress jacket, and divided by a tie of equal color. His expression was a slight bit more serious than the others sitting around the table, no doubt having a more direct role in whatever was about to take place at this small table. His eyes were of the same blue color shared by every man around the table thus far, though they carried a look of weariness, as if he had been woken from some peaceful sleep and hadn't fully adjusted to whatever situation was going on around them. Like the previous three men, he too posed one of the simple but beautifully crafted place. Reading out, Rolf Stotch, Minister of Defense, it completed the list of named people sitting around the table. However, they were not the only present. Sitting across from the three ministers and to the right of the Prime Minister still deep in his own thoughts, apparently, were three men, seemingly in their fifties as given by their grey hair, dressed in three different styles of military uniform, their eyes set on the Prime Minister.

Seemingly noticing that the newly arrived man, now revealed to by the Minister of Foreign Relations, had finally settled in, the Prime Minister rose from his almost sleep like state of deep thinking. Casting a quick glance around the room, which was responded to by each man straightening up, if it was even possible to do so, he finally rested his eyes on the newly arrived Minister of Foreign Affairs. After waiting what seemed like a good thirty second he cast his glance towards the three men in military dress, before resting his eyes upon the great orient doors at the opposite side of the room, appearing to not even be focused on anything. It was then, without giving half a glance towards the Minister of Foreign Affairs, he began to speak. His words rolled out of his mouth in a deep and powerful voice. They seemed to carry a great weight upon them, and not simply because of his position and title as Prime Minister, "As I'm sure you are aware, Berlin is up to some of its old tricks it would appear. Their recent missile strike and ultimatum to Yugo seemingly being their most daring move yet." The men at the table nodded upon hearing this, and the three military dressed man seemed to tighten up slightly as the situation became more apparent to them. "We can not simply allow this to continue. Not only is Berlin a threat to the stability of Europe, it is only a matter of time before they begin to officially threaten Oskani assets, whether directly or indirectly. Something must be done about this, and this is why I have called this emergency meeting."

Upon finishing the man returned to his seat, his eyes now focused on the Minister of Foreign Affairs, as if to give the man an invisible signal to begin speaking, as if it had previously been rehearsed. The Minister of Foreign Affairs caught on quickly enough and rose from his seat, grabbing one the papers handed to him by the young man. This part of the meeting had officially been rehearsed, as the two had likely talked before it began. Sweeping his eyes across the room as a whole, before finally finding a place to rest them on the Prime Minister he began to speaking, after clearing his throat briefly, "I have discussed with many of the men sitting in this room," His eyes drifted from the Prime Minister for a moment to find their place on the Minister of Intelligence seated to his left, who gave a simple nod of the head as if to confirm the information. His eyes then shifted to the Minister of Defense who after squinting up at the invisible sun for a moment, as if to remember what he had done let out a small and a dry laugh upon seemingly remember it. "Many strategies to deal with this, annoyance we have found in Europe. After many hours of planning, discussion, and looks upon possible outcomes and resource consumption have arrived upon this plan." He softly patted the small envelope in his had, "Plan four. It's simple enough in nature, and give a basic outline for what we need to accomplish and what we can hope to get in return. It additionally list orders than need to be carried out. All we require is your signature." With that he passed the small envelope over to the Prime Minister, who quickly opened up the small envelope and proceeded to read through the several papers of papers. It was a shortened paper, numbering only seven or eight pages in total. A far cry from the like fifty or so pages that had been written up following the announcement of the Yugoslavian ultimate team and missile strike following it. It was certainly a marvel of intelligence and planning, being completely within only a few hours of the information being available. Though in truth it was simply modifications to already existing plans, simply edited with name changes and other little edits to make it fit the current situation. Twenty Minutes later the papers were signed and the various ministers and military officials off to put the plans into motion.

Admiral Udo Haas

Second Oskani Surface Fleet

Just South of the Suez Canal | Several Days Ago

It was a cloudy day, with large and black blobs slowly rolling over the large and open expanse of water lying just below the entrance of the Suez Canal from the south. The clouds were fairly large, broken up into dark shapes of varying shades of grey and black and an infinite number of shapes, almost like like black snowflakes rolling across the sky, rather than falling down to the earth. It was certainly the beginning of a storm, something any seasoned sailor would easily be able to tell you in a heartbeat by simply taking a large breath of the salty air rolling off the the water. A big one at that it would seem. As far the eye could glance in any direction these large black clouds seemed to cover every imaginable expansion of sky, not even allowing a single little ray of light or speck of blue sky to shine through the large covering made by these clouds. It would seem as if someone had simply reached out and extended their hand in from the sun. Like a large curtain had been pulled across the sky in order to block out any sort of light that could be shone or shine through. A large storm in deed, and a far cry from the warm and sunny weather that was currently spread across the vast expanses of Oskano. But that was just the sea for you. Like a person it could change at any turn and at any time. A deadly mistress and a wild girl depending on who you would ask about it. Not too much unlike a person in some respects, except you could punch, kick, or even kill a person if they were to cross you. You can't kill the sea, but the sea could certainly kill you if it truly felt like it, or it was just out on the town for cheap laughs one afternoon. They say it takes courage to sit in a foxhole and get shot at, but few know the true horror of sitting in a metal box with no way to control what was going on around them. It took a certain kind of nerve to go out and deal with those odds. No running away from danger, full of enemies you can never see and one you can always see, much less command those men into such a place. It took a certain breed. But for the time being, the waves remained calm, and a far cry from the darkness of the sky above. At least for the time being.

Yet, it would seem that the large and menacing clouds rolling across the once blue expansive soils, wasn't the only force gathering above the now slightly choppy waters of the strait just south of the Suez Canal. Though it wouldn't be quite accurate to state that the new storm was simply brewing above the waters, nor would it be accurate to state it was below the water. Instead it rested on the surface of that very water. Large grey shapes were moving around, some fast, some slow, some not even daring to move or rather slow enough that the impatient eye would simply assume them to be some stationary object only moved by the swift currents of the water which was growing a slight bit more choppy in nature with each passing moment. These shapes were large like their brothers and sisters resting above in the sky, ready to move out and rain down a massive downpour upon any unlucky fool caught in their sudden downpour. Something that was no doubt similar to the new large grey shapes assembling in an almost uniform manner, unlike the random and chopy gathering clouds, on the sea. Yet, these were no simple clouds. Instead they were ships, though, more accurate were the ships that made up the Second Oskani Surface Fleet, one of the many gathering of grey and powerful ships positioned all over the world to deal with whatever problems seemed to face the Oskani. Like the clouds on the ocean and seas they could suddenly appear, rain down a monsoon, and disappeared back into the blue open expanses of the waters that gathered around them.

Much like the large gathering of clouds above them, the gathering of the Second Fleet, or rather the waiting of the Second Fleet to more accurately describe their behavior as the last few ships managed to align themselves in their respective spaces for their own journey across the open expanses of blue, it was quite the spectacle to observe, if one would be lucky enough to get even so much of a chance to experience such a thing. The navy was the heart of the Oskani military, nation, and doctrine as a whole. There wasn't much to be surprised about considering their large role in patrolling the worlds waters and more often than not acting as a sort of diplomacy tool to calm situations where they need to be calmed. Often just seeing one of these formations appear over the horizon and settle down just outside of one's internationally recognized waters was enough to put an end to whatever kind of shenanigans that may be happen in the give area of operations that the fleet was deployed too. Other times, when the perpetrator or perpetrators of such an act grew to brave for their own good, the Fleet would be forced to bring down the rain on them, and leave them with a large bruise they soon wouldn't forget. And then just like they would disappear back into the gathering of the ocean, much like the clouds in the sky. Comparable to the unforeseen and often random racing storms one might experience in summer was a good way to describe the appearance of these fleets and the ensuing events they would bring with them. Rain, thunder, and most of all lightning, lots of lightning.

Though there was a good reason for one to be weary and scared of the appearance of one of these fleets. Being the backbone of the Oskani global projection force, they were no doubt full of the most recent equipment available and were a source of both immense offense and defense capabilities, throughout the fleet. Each fleet was a group of several classes of ships all put together to form a tight and strong rolling group of clouds numbering just about twenty five with additional assets added whenever it was deemed needed. It could range everything from transport ships, to Coastal Combat Craft, to even additional submarines of varying classes. But at its heart, the Surface Fleet was perfectly capable of destroy fleets of ships nearly three times its size without additional help, as it had previously shown multiple times in different engagements and wars, notably against the Indians during the West Robin Islands wars, many years ago. Numbering nearly half of the total ships present in the fleet were the Ohly class Destroyer designated as a MCOV, or Missile Capable Offensive Vessel, at the total of twelve. These ships made up the more offensive tendencies of the fleet, focusing almost purely on offensive capabilities. Carrying over two hundred Vertical launch tubes, each of the twelve ships could be outfitted with a variety of different missiles, whether it was anti-ship or cruise missiles, loaded with different ammunition types of their own to carry out their own mission. Though in most situations the ratio of anti-ship missiles to cruise missiles was generally a ratio of one to two, proving their more effective role at dealing with land based targets, though it would be wrong to assume that they couldn't easily deal with any water based threats presented to them if the need arises. The next group of ships that made up the fleet would be the AMDVs, Air-Missile Defense Vessels, often known as the Aust Class Cruiser. A polar opposite of their slightly smaller Destroyer brothers, these ships, as the name would imply were solely dedicated to art of defense of the themselves and the other ships in the fleet. Armed with powerful radar and sonar systems, they possed a large amount of air and missile defense systems, ranging from simply CIWS, to powerful Surface to Air Missiles, and other little toys to play around with. They also served as the backbone of the submarine force, armed with two He-7K maritime patrol helicopters, launched from landing decks on the back of each ship, and armed with a larger collection of sonar,-buoys to be deployed in a tactic known simply as Ran's Net.

The next ships part of the fleet were by far one of the more central ships, the FDCVs, Fleet Defense and Communications Vessels. The most notable of these was the Rieger Class, though they were typically simply referred to as Command Ships, due to their role of communicating and processing everything that happened within the fleet. Three of them would end up with each fleet, one finding its place as the flagship of the fleet to be used as the central command ship of the fleet, were the fleet's Admiral would take up his residence for whatever the deployment was. Due to their role as the communications centers of the fleets there were covered bow to stern in a sensors, radars, and sonars of all types. They were the eyes and ears of the fleet and designed to help guide the movements of the fleet and their various missions. Tracking contacts, ships, aircraft, missiles, and anything else that needed to be done. Though much like the Destroyers it would be wrong to assume they were defenseless, or in the case of the Cruisers without an option for taking on offensive roles. They possed both air and missile defenses, as well as a set of around fifty or so Vertical Launch Tubes, were the rear turrets had once been, or likely would be. In past decades the many command ships of the fleet had simply been renovated battleships from the wars of past. It wasn't until around a decade or so that the first official vessels to be fully designated as Fleet Command Ships were introduced to the Oskani Navy. Their turrets had been replaced with Vertical Launch Tubes, and sensors of all sorts. The last of the big gun ships still existed, though, in the ONS Speckle present in the fifth fleet position off in the South Pacific. The final ships of the Fleet were the heart of fleet, to put it in simpler terms, or at least in that of other world's navies. Two Gesno Class Carriers had found themselves at the center of each fleet, each armed with a large airwing of around one hundred aircraft, they were certainly a force to be reckoned with. Much like their naval counterparts, each of the different aircraft carried aboard these massive floating airships had their own roles. The Yu-27Ks, served as the main Air Superiority Fighter of the Oskani Navy and air forces. Armed with enough hardpoints to take on around twelve Air to Air missiles of varying degrees and ranges, complimented by a twenty millimeter cannon, they were a prime example of a Generation four point five fighter dedicates to the art of air combat. They would be joined by the heavier and less nimble Gu-17s, designed as the main ground attack aircraft, though often a Gu-22 might take over in some situation where more close, close air support might be needed. Bringing up the rear in their own minority were the Iu-5s and Ru-15s, reconnaissance aircraft and electronic warfare aircraft, respectively, complimented by Ru-21s to act as AWACs.

For the time being the fleet was moving slowly moving north towards the Suez Canal where they would eventually pass through and into the Mediterranean sea, where their mission would officially begin. Though as of yet, they hadn't been given any actual orders, more than a simple move into the Mediterraneans and monitor the situation from a far. That entitled sending out various recon flights, probing the enemies defenses and doing just about anything else they saw fit to find information on the situation. Just short of a direct act of war that was. But that was simple Oskani naval strategy. For the most part Admirals were left to do as they pleased in many of the situation they were put in. Especially in the case of some more well known Admirals, such as one Wilhelm Fischer of the Third Fleet. A renowned Admiral and practitioner of Naval Strategy, he had earned himself a name as a Commander over a thirty five year career, a majority of which was spent as a fleet commander. He also had a habit of getting himself involved in small skirmishes with powers across the world. Most of which he came out far ahead of his competitors, earning him respect from the government and military officials alike. And subsequently a short chain.

Out on the Bridge of the ONS Oswen, the Command and Flagship of the Second Fleet, stood a rather tall and stern looking figure. A strong build, evident of one a sailor would likely possess due to many long hours spent out in the sun working on ships, both in and out combat. Unlike many of his fellow Admirals, The commander of the Second Fleet had worked his way up from a basica sailor in the Oskani Republican Navy at a young age of sixteen, lying about his age to get involved in the Second Kursip War. He wore a long blue Trench coat, simple in design, that rose from his black boots up to his shoulders, were some flat shoulder pads gradually rolled off to form a large collar that rose up around his next. Matching it in the same color was a simple hat tucked onto his head, the emblem of the Oskani Republican Navy sewed onto the front of it in a gold plating and color. It was the common dress of an Oskani Admiral, and in the slight wind of the coming storm there tail flaps of the coat were blown to the side. Quite the picture, and one that echoed of the great naval battles of the Wars of Unification, as the uniform hadn't changed much in anything besides color since then. Much like the grey sky moving restlessly above him, his eyes were of a dark blue color that seemed to be darker than the rough and choppy seas churning below him. Yet his face remained impartial, and almost had a happy feeling to it though there were no smile present and his face pressed in hard angle, the result of too many days working out in the hot suns when he was a young lad. He had only been a Fleet Commander for about seven years, and a Ship Captain for only about a decade before that, sapping up over half of his naval career.

It was then that there was the sound of boots stepping across a steel plate behind him. Almost the sound as his some were shaking out a boot across the floor in order to remove some bit of sand or dirt that had gotten into the boot during work. The steps themselves were quick in session, without almost no break between them, as if the person who the boots belonged to were running. Obviously someone in a hurry. No doubt an officer of some sort, due to the quickness of his steps. It was something he had never gotten used to. Despite being a Fleet Commander, and the highest ranking position in the fleet, and the highest official rank at that, possing an Admirals title, he still carried himself as if he were a simple deck working sailor. Something that often made him stand out among the other Fleet Commanders, and what earned him the respect and close friendship of Admiral Fischer, who himself had worked as a Merchant Marine in his time before and during the Naval Academy. As the footsteps paused, the Officer obviously reaching as far as he considering needing, the Admiral didn't even turn to address him, rather he kept his gaze steadied out towards the clouds over head, speaking in a slow and almost calming voice, "There's going to be a storm. Somewhere in about two hours, shouldn't be too bad. For us at least."

"That's all very good, sir." Came the reply from the young officer standing behind him. There was a certain hint of annoyance on the back breath of the officers words. No doubt he didn't feel the Commander was best suited to be standing out on the bridge staring off towards some clouds, especially when anyone could tell there was a storm. It likely never occurred to him that perhaps the Commander had felt the storm, when he had mentioned the same thing several hours earlier, during clear skies, meare minutes before the mobilization order arrived from Gesno. The old Sea Man let out a small sigh as the young officer spoke. It was clear he didn't truly understand what was going, nor what exactly the old man was referencing. Nevertheless, the young Officer spoke, "We've got confirmation from IOCC [Indian Ocean Central Command], saying we're cleared to move out towards the Strait and move to operational location Alpha Two, to begin phase three of operations." With a grunt the old sea captain turned to face the young officer, a half grin across his face, and he let out a simple order, "Roger that, send down the order. Let's get this show on the road." It would only take a few days to reach their destination.

Captain Siegmund Folster

Somewhere in Hungry

Two Days Ago | 22:00 Hours

The road was a simple on in construction, location, and nature. There were no doubt hundreds if not thousands of them laid all across the country in variou lengths and styles, connecting the the small out of the way villages and towns with the large and bubbling metropolis areas towards the capital of the city and other surrounding areas. Nothing terrible special and nothing that would seem out of the ordinary, nor the place you'd expect anything particularly interesting to take place. It was a simple road, basically dirt that had been paved and smoothed over to allow for some easier traveling among different groups of people who were likely to use it. Nothing along the lines of the paved and smoothed roads you'd expected to find along the busy streets of large city or capital. This was a back road at heart, the kind of place you expect to find in really old chase scenes involving cars in bandit movies, or the type you find in the backwater countries. Though then again Hungry wasn't exactly someplace you'd consider first world, likely far from it. The road perfectly reflected it. It was old and beaten up. Grass had grown up in the places where continental beatings by the wheels of cars had trampled it down to a flat patch of green or simply removed it from the ground all together. Off to either side was a small down curve into more dirt, used as some sort of drainage system for when it rained, as this part of the country lacked any sort of sewage or drainage system. Looking past from little divots of dirt in the ground, there was two somewhat large hills that rolled up on either side of the road a good twenty meters or so from the road way, making the road somewhat of a river bed in the middle of a valley of sort. These hilly walls were covered in greenery, ranging from simples shrubs to large trees, making them an impenetrable cover of greens from anyone on the road, and yet easy to spot from the air, given the distance from the hills that the road was. A wise choice if you needed to move something quickly without anyone knowing or getting suspicious. But a problem if anyone knew.

There was a particular section of this road, a small silver, no more than about thirty meters long. It was a place from where the distance between the road and the hills narrowed to an easy to see ten meters, easily putting more of the road under the cover of the greenery that stretched across the hills of the valley. The road here was also degraded much more. Large patches, it would seem, had been removed and filled back in. Likely some sort of work done by a passing convoy when their wheels had gotten stuck in a ditch and men were forced to dig it out and fill the hole back into avoid more of a hiccup later on down the line. Though if one looked close enough they would realize that the holes were quite recents and even more startling, they were positioned in the middle of the road, rather than the sides where one would have assumed a wheel to have gotten stuck in a ditch. It was a odd detail, and one that would be hard to notice in the dark of the Hungarian night, far from any artificial source of light in the country. It was then, from the far end of the dirt road, some fifty or so meters from the strange holes in the ground that the first shining beams of light in the other wise dark countryside began to show up, moving at a rapid pace towards the strange spot on the road. Three in total, they were speeding quickly towards the south, where the Yugoslavian border lay, only a few kilometers away. It was a disputed area after all. As the headlight approached closer and closer there was a slight rustle in the bushes, not far from the strange spots on the road. Perhaps an animal simply moving through the brush. A statement that to some, wouldn't terribly be far from the truth. Though that was an opinion, not a fact. The coming events would likely prove it one way or another.

As the lights that had previously appeared at the far end of the road, no more than thirty meters away from the disturbances in the dirt, more details about the three vehicles began to come into view, only illuminated by their own pairs of headlights beaming through the Hungarian Night. The lead vehicle was by far the smallest of the three currently rolling across the dirt road, kicking up an almost cliche looking cloud of dust behind them. It was a four by four vehicle, both in the number of doors and wheels that the vehicle possed, and no doubt an equal number of men took up the cabin, plus one or two more for certain other features of the vehicle. One of the more distinguishing characteristics about the vehicle was the design it had. It was more of a square built vehicles, further reflected in the criss cross box pattern that had found itself on the sides of the vehicle, evidence of some sort of armor being built into the sides, though it was likely that additional armor plates, much like those one would find on a tank, could be attached if the mission or commander designated as something that would be needed for the vehicle to complete whatever mission it was required. Though this was a small dirt road in the outback of Hungry, and the large flag painted onto the hood, barely visible against the glow of the headlights, further pushed the thought that armor would simply be extra weight that the vehicle didn't need to take on, or perhaps simply didn't have the luxury of taking. This was further reflected as one would cast their eyesight towards the top of the armored jeep of sorts, where a large almost circular emplacement had found itself. It was made of the same metal and armor mix as the rest of the vehicle, with a large plate in the back and covering three of the four sides of what was clearly a turret of some sort. The fourth side, however, was largely left open, instead holding two small glass plates. No doubt bulletproof or at the least shrapnel proof. An extra messeasure to protect the poor soul stationed there if things went south. But that poor man was not alone. A large black tube, connected to some sort of larger black box had found itself between these two thick plates of bulletproof glass. It was smooth, cold, and black, quite clearly it was not the same metal one would find in the vehicle itself. It was a machine gun after all. Yet for all the obvious advantages of this post, it remained devoid of any stationed there. Perhaps they were understaffed, though more than likely it was simply due to the peaceful and calmness of the area around them. One would be hard pressed to believe they were in lands that only a few days ago would have caused an international incident if they were caught there.

Behind the leading vehicle, easily identifiable by any half blind person as some sort of variety of transport truck, armored and armed of course, provided by the large and ever unease nation laying directly to their north, were a pair of large trucks. Unlike their brother at the front, these were largely without armor, posing only bare metal frame work and a large cloth tarp stretched across the back of the truck to act as some sort of protection against wind, rain, or whatever small elements of weather may have threatened them. Yet at current it just acted as a simple cover to prevent the cargo from nothing but the darkness that lay around them. Both trucks were prepared in nearly the same way, devoid of any life except for the driver and singular guard who sat shotgun. There was much room for additional soldiers or guards to be station anyways, forcing the lead vehicle to act as a convoy escort and protected them from anything, though few in the convoy would have thought such an event would be likely, most thought they were simply out for a quick supply run to their new friends, a term they used lightly, to the south of them. And to be fair, they were completely right in such an assessment. Afterall, they were technically working a contract straight for the Yugoslavian government, as per the request and terms of the treaty that had only been signed a few days prior. In addition to buying up the previously disputed territories, something touted as an amazing triumph in Berlin and few places beyond, they were required to supply Yugoslavia with arms. A part of their friendship deal it was called. As such the crates that had been stacked from the floor to the tan and in desperate need of repairs canvas tarp, were full of all manner of military equipment. Everything from assault rifles, to packs of rifle rounds, to grenades, and strangely enough, military uniforms. Some surplus Hungarian Uniforms that had been requested for training purposes by the Yugoslavian Military Command. Certainly an odd request, unfortunately the Hungarians in the convoy would never get the chance to find out the meaning behind the contents of the crates. As, just as the lead convoy escort passed over the strange disturbances of the road, there was a large flash of red and yellow light that seemingly picked up the lead convoy vehicle and threw it off the road. At that exact moment another flash and rumble shook the ground as the rear truck was thrown a good few meters in the air, grenades and ammunition going off as secondary fireworks, as the burning wreckage landed upside down on the road. Hoping to avoid a similar fate, the middle truck swerved to the right, and half fell off the road.

The cause of the blinding light and subsequent flashes of red and yellow, that resulted in the two vehicles being turned into burning and twisted wrecks of metal and whatever managed to survive the inferno by some miracle was the result of two large explosions. Though for a more accurate and technical standpoint, it was in truth the result of sixteen different explosions all going off at once, in pairs of eight, to create the massive concert of explosions and fire that sent the two vehicles flying. The sixteen explosives, were actually, sixteen one hundred and twenty millimeter shells that had been buried only a few centimeters under the earth, no more than an hour or two prior to their detonation and the subsequent destruction of two out of the three convoy vehicles. It was meant to look like an amuntures job, and it likely would to the untrained eye. Rebel attacks were common in this area, as they have always been in a disputed area. Improvised Explosives Devices just so happened to be one of the preferable methods of the various insurgent groups to execute their plans. And sometimes it just so happened that a simple land mine didn't quite pack the punch of eight, one hundred and twenty millimeter artillery shells buried beneath the earth. But this wasn't the work of some simple rebel group. Not technically at least. Though even with the the explosions having been donated and the wreckages sitting their burning to a find black crisp, there was still work to be done. The two members of the middle vehicle, the driver and his armed friend sitting shotgun, had been knocked out in the crash. The vehicles had been making an easy sixty down the road, and even with the airbags, the impact of their heads suddenly connecting with the metal interior of the truck, had knocked them unconscious.

They were out cold. It was then that the rustling in the bushes grew louder. All along the right side of the road, where the vehicle had veered halfway off the path, forms dressed in plain work clothes, masked and hidden in the dark of the moonless night, to simply become shapeless. It was if they were simply another part of the night, a tree, bush or shrub, suddenly given legs and moving towards the crashed vehicle in a formation that was much too tight to be some untrained militia. These were professionals, and experts in this craft. As they approached the crashed vehicle, all it took were two silences shots, muffled by the emptiness of the night, to dispatch of the survivors. Next them moved quickly towards the back of the truck, relieving it of the only package without a destination officially marked on it, instead reading "Transit." It was small and light, revealed only to be full of Hungarian uniforms, the surplus, by quick investigation. Seizing this package, and a few weapons from the crates, the group moved back in the dense woods where a single motor could be heard starting up. Then, as the single engined faded into the background, a final explosion rocked the area where the third vehicle had once rested. It was the force of two four hundred and six millimeter shells buried beneath the ground. A finally gift from the Yugoslavians, and a parting gift to the Hungarians, literally disintegrating the third truck.

by **Nations United for Conquest** » Fri Dec 15, 2017 6:38 pm

Captain Siegmund Folster

Small Village | Disputed Areas

Present Day | 0800 Hours

The village was quite and peaceful, as were most places this early in the morning. Most people who had somewhere be had already left hours ago, climbing into their cars and bikes to move off to wherever they would be needed for the day. Some had work in the small village, though to most in Hungry it would be considered some sort of town. It was simple in its construction and design. A single large road cut through the middle of the town, stretching from the north of the town down through the south. It was the main street of the town, and a highway of sorts for the country. It was wider than any other street in the entire town, and it was from here where a majority of business were located. Everything from small little shoe repair shops and hardware stores, to large chain based convenience stores, some locally based and others foreign in their origin. Off from this main road were many smaller ones that cut and crossed through the many different districts, if you could even call the separate neighborhoods of the small town districts such. Along these roads were mostly houses, though a few smaller shops managed to poke their way through. A convenience store, written in some Slavic language, and appearing domestic in aesthetic could be found on one of the corners of the small neighborhood. Elsewhere more common small business could be seen, such as a baker's shop and other business of that sort. It was the epitome of a perfect small town, not too different from what someone would imagine a cliche small town to look like, though throw in a bit more destruction and loss of property value. It had at one point been a Yugoslavian town, though with the recent dealings that had gone down in the past few days, it was now the property of the Hungarians, through transitions were still in the process. But it was easy to see the tension in the area. These were Yugoslavian people who had been there for generations, and now they were in Hungarian territory. It was still unclear how the Hungarians and their own government would deal with these people, but something was bound to go wrong, even in a small town of about one hundred and fifty, located not far from the Yugoslavian border.

It was then, that the peaceful morning was disturbed by a somewhat strange sight appearing at either end of the small town. It was a small town and thus one could easily see one end of the town from another if they stood out on the main road, and probably even at certain points in the small neighborhoods that flanked the town on either side, if one looked hard enough. Most people were out on the streets at this time, walking to and fro from various breakfast places and houses. It was a slow day in the town no doubt, and a break in the cloudy weather that seemed to be passing the last few days, the sunny day was the perfect place for people to go out and about. It was then that the whole world of this small town seemed to cease as a pair of shiny grey pickup trucks seemed to roll in from either side of the town. In pairs of two these vehicles began to take up either side of the road, blocking off traffic, resulting in some strange looks from the townspeople and a few honks from busy motorists attempting to pass through. These few cars were allowed to pass through, resulting in a flurry of insults from the passing motorists before the cars disappeared out of view from the town along the flat and open ground surrounding the city on either side. Reaching just the outskirts of the town the trucks seemed to pull a ninety degree turn, aligning their hoods with the left side of the town and effectively making a blockade of the street. It was at this point that people began to dismount from both inside of the trucks as well as the rear beds, with only a single man remaining in each of the beds. They wore the uniforms of Hungarian soldiers, setting some of the townspeople's minds at ease, though there was no doubt a bit of hesitation remaining in the back of their minds. Only a day earlier Hungarian soldiers had passed through the town, announcing something they knew all too well: their town was now part of Hungarian lands. Though unlike those soldiers that had arrived in armored vehicles, with the markings of the Hungarian Army on them, these men had arrived in pickup trucks, though the practice was not uncommon. However, a strange occurrence happened. The men at the southern end of the town, closest to the town, dismounted completely from their vehicles and made way towards the middle of town, and with a few grunts had managed to occupy buildings on opposites of the main street, the post office and general mayors building, the only three story buildings in town. The other group remained stationary.

It was then the next strange move came from the mysterious men in Hungarian Army uniforms who had not spoke a single word since arriving within the small town. They simply went about their business, moving into the opposite facing buildings in teams of five, while the other ten men remained stationary at the Northern end of the town. By this point the disturbance had become known. People had gathered in the town square, nearly seventy in all, mostly men above twenty and no older than fifty. A few women and child brave enough or foolish enough depending on who'd you ask, had joined with the man in watching the strange Hungarian Soldier's movements. Elsewhere faces could be seen peeking out from the windows the houses further along the street, as most people had already been forced out of their buildings. Some of the people in the crowd, mainly the younger ones, curious at the age of seventeen or perhaps younger had begun to record the Soldiers on the northern end, some of which hand fallen into a crouching position near the trucks, but they still remained stoic, unwavering and unchanging, their weapons not even facing the ground except for the two machine guns that had been laid upon the edge of the truck beds. What happened next was simply a blur. All of a sudden, without any provocation or much less and order, and completely lacking any reason, the soldiers demeanor and attitude immediately changes. The soldiers that had remained stoic near the trucks immediately forced their weapons towards the crowd, as if by some secret order they had all rehearsed before hand. It was at this point that a few smart minds had begun to back away from the North end of the town, hoping to blend into one of the side streets or perhaps duck into a building, but by then it was already too late for them. Without any cue, hell began to rain upon the crowd from two sides; one above and one to the side. The machine guns on the beds of the trucks were the first to open up, throwing their fire back and forth in sweeping angles that continued to overlap, increasing the amount of damage and carnage that was released when they overlapped. Up above came the startup of another two machine guns, again sweeping their fire, and releasing a rain of lead on the crowd left in the open of the street without cover. Full sized rifle cartridges ripped into the unsuspected and unprepared crowd. Screams began to fill the air as in futile attempts at saving themselves civilians began to run for the side streets or take cover under their own dead, which had once been their friends or family. It was a brutal and in minutes the firing was done, the main street to the town laid covered with the parts and occasional whole bodies of civilians caught in the crossfire. Elsewhere the screams and moans of the dying, those maimed by a passing bullet could be heard. At the cue of this, the men in the buildings and the North end of town began to march forwards, the once stoic sentinels, now executing those crying out for help that would never come in the form of mercy killings. Eighty seven bodies in total laid dead in the street, over fifty percent of the population, leaving only about twenty or so abled bodied people left in the town. Yet just like that the soldiers picked up, returned to their pickups, and drove off in the direction of the Yugoslavian border. Somewhere along the line they ditched their blood covered uniforms and weapons in a rough ditch some hundred meters from the road, returning to their plain workers cloths. The videos of the event would no doubt be up within ten minutes of their crossing back into Yugoslavia.

Commander Torben Spahr

ONS Baum | Somewhere off the Italian Coast

Present Day | 0830 Hours

The ONS Baum was a first tier vessel of the Oskani Republican Navy. A nuclear powered general attack submarine, better know to most in the navy and elsewhere simply as a SSN, was of the Noyst Class. A relatively new class that had only emerged into the many sub surface fleets of the Oskani Republican Navy over the past decade or so since its inception. It had proved to be a capable and reliable class of craft that in its few engagements had shown itself to serve well under stress and additional conditions. It was also quite the improvement over the older Mostiu class of the same ship designation, that had earned fame as the famous ship involved in the West Robin Islands, and one of the vessels that esential put an end to hostilities with its actions, and the brave and bold moves of its Commander, Lars Spahr, the father of the present ship's Commander. Quite a reputation to live up to, and for the most part the young Commander, though by no means in terms of experience having spent nearly twenty years aboard submarines and half of it as the commander of one, he was but only fourty. Not terribly young for Oskani naval officer in such a position, but not terribly old. And the man had earned quite a name for himself. Blunt, and straight to the point, he had been an excellent executive officer for many years aboard varying degrees of submarines, and occasionally other commanders and an anti-submarine instructor on some shore side deployments, and it was what had earned him his quick promotions in the Navy. He had made friends with Admiral Fischer of the third fleet and Admiral Haas of the Second fleet for a variety of missions and services he had provided both commanders, and now yet again found himself under the command of Admiral Haas. Thought for the most part, he had been left in the dark with what exactly he was required to do. He had met with the man a few days ago, not long after the cruise missile strikes in Yugoslavia, where the man had handed him a manila envelope, a pat on the shoulder, and some sort of old sea dog lesson about storms or something. He wasn't quite sure. Thought for the time being, he had maintained a steady course around his designated patrol zones, just as the other SSNs and SSBNs of the Fourth Sub-Surface Fleet were undertaking.

It was then that there was a sudden pinging noise coming from the left side of the bridge he was currently resting upon. It was the radar station, obviously they had picked up on something. Craning his neck to the side, his face resting on the small station where a young officer no older than perhaps twenty eight years old. He was bent over a small screen with various lines and information reading across it. In the center of the screen was a large sweeping motion, and a few plotted dots, one of course being the source of the pinging noise that was going off periodically. It would seem that something had been picked up on the sonar of the ship. After taking a few seconds to type a few commands into the counsule below him the man turned to face the Commander. His voice rolled out calm and controlled, they were on patrol after all, and this was likely an officer of season, as were most of the crew, "Sir, We've got a contact bearing in section Alpha Niner."

The Captain reached down towards his chin, placing a single hand on it and carefully and slowly guiding it along the outline of his jaw with a steady hand. Much in the same style of Admiral Haas the Commander of the Baum has a loose beard growing from one ear to the other, though not quite as thick as the older Admirals, though his was still full of blond hair, unlike that of the Admiral's which had turned to a state of grey like the man's own mop of hair. It wasn't uncommon for Commanders in the Oskani Republican Navy to possess beards, something normally banned in other units of the Oskani military, with the exception of special forces units, most notably RAMIS or RApid Mobilization Intervention Force, the sister organization to the OCIS' own branch of operatives. Mainly Paramilitary Operators, like the ones that had been active in Hungary and Yugoslavia in the previous few days. Though most shied away from it, as it could be a possible tactical disadvantage. Either way, the Command laminated through a few strokes of his beard before responding in a gravelly voice, he was slight parched, "Mark, and continue surveillance of the target. Fire Command, have tubes one and two loaded with Mark Fifty Torpedos, and be one standy." He paused for a moment. They were under strict orders for the time being not the engage any targets unless absolutely necessary. "What type of ship is it, Chief?"

"Seems to be a possible Cruiser. Judging by the size and speed." There was a pause as the man seemed to be scrolling not only through a list of details and numbers on one of his monitors, but his own memory's catalogue of ship sizes and speeds. After a few seconds he turned back to face the Commander, still seated in his chair, "My take would be a Commonwealth ship of some kind. Designating it COMC-1. They appear to be patrolling near Taranto." The Commander paused for a moment. Strange to see the COMs out here the mind flashed to the thought, This is a bit out of their backyard I'd say. It was then for a brief moment that the man's eyes flickered over the the small desk that extended out from his Captain's chair. Upon it lay the same envelop, the official seal of the Oskani Republican Navy still plastered upon it, that he had received from Admiral Haas a few days prior. Looking up for a second from the envelope he checked his watch. The hand read out the timeZero Eight Hundred Thirty Hours. It had been over fifteen hours since his last "nights" sleep, if you could call it that. But lifting up the envelop, he had a feeling he was unlikely to get some for a time longer. Using a small letter opener, shaped as a submarine in some fit of commedic attempts by the rest of the crew to congratulate the Commander on his tenth year as a submarine commander, for better or worse, he managed to break open the seal. Reaching into the envelope he pulled out a small sheet, types with about a page of words and what seemed like simple commands. Spending about five minutes reading through the list and preamble, he placed the paper down on the table releasing a small chuckle and a soft set of words, "Damn Bastard...That's what he's planning..."

Prime Minister Alaric Kuhn

Capital Building | Gesno, Oskano

Present Day | 0900 Hours

The weather in the Republic of Oskano wasn't a far cry from the that one of the worlds most troubled regions; that of course belonging to the Balklands thanks to the efforts of a certain Monarchist nation lying to the North of the Region as a whole. In both places clouds of varying degree and strength had gathered over both areas. In Oskano it was the hot season after all, a time when rain storms became frequent, though normally they weren't much more than a simple drizzle that lasting for a few minutes before the sky would return to its normal state of clearness and open skies. THe situation was similar in the trouble region of southern Europe, though there massive clouds seemed to be handing and leveraging on the small region from all sides. Yet for all the clouds and darkness they had brought with them, there had been but a few drops of rain that had fallen upon the area. As if they were building up for some climax and simply waiting for the perfect moment to release their massive loads of rain upon the unsuspecting people of the area below. In some places it may have even already taken place, with the other parts simple waiting to respond in kind with their own showers of rain, thunder, and finally lightning. It seemed as if it would be the storm of the century, but as of yet it had to break. Like bad news that good friend was withholding in order to find the perfect moment to release it to you. In a similar manner, a similar event was about to take place in the small auditorium of the Oskani Parliament building. It was here that the well built and tall form of Prime Minister Alaric Kuhn stood, a solemn but calm look on his face, behind a podium that rose to just about his lower chest. Behind stood similarly faced ministers, some recognizable by the earlier meetings, others like the Minister of Finance, absent from the previous meeting. Then at what seemed like an unseen que, the Prime Minister began to speak,

My fellow Oskani, and citizens of many nations across the world, I stand before you today to speak on behalf of terrible news that has been brought before me. As a majority of you likely know, there has recently been an unfortunate turn of events in the formly disputed areas on the Yugoslavian and Hungarian border. For those of you who are unaware, earlier today, at about Eight Hundred Hours, according to various first hand information, a platoon of Hungarian soldiers entered into a mainly Yugoslavian based town, in one of the previously disputed areas, and began to open fire. The attack lasted for only but a few minutes, but left over eighty dead Yugoslavians in the aftermath. This is simply a terrible act, though one that has a cause. That cause, lies in the deceitful and malicious actions coming straight from the mouths in Berlin. These people have forced a smaller country into caving to their demands, even going so far as to launch cruise missiles at them, for "tactical effect." This deal that Berlin has negotiated, something crowned as a diplomatic miracle and victory, has now resulted in the deaths of eighty innocent civilians, many of whom were simple women children out from a morning walk. This is simply an act that we can not look past. As such we have no choice but to condemn the vulgare acts of Berlin. As such we've taken liberty to deploy a small peacekeeping fleet to the Region to watch over the developing events and respond if necessary, though we sincerely hope it does not have to come to that. Rather we would wish that the greedy politicians, hungry for more political victories, look away from this already troubled region and focus on themselves, rather than others. Thank, and good day

The Great War(Diplomatic atm, IC, Closed)

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