We Have Lots of New Friends (Inactive)

[Mackjaracotavon]

The High Pontiff of the Holy Church of the Canon lamented at the news of the sudden turn of events. It seemed a dark time for the greater international community, as the so-called People's Republic of Caledonia launched an unprovoked attack on a nation harboring the exiled Kingdom of Caledonia's leadership. As a man of GOD, he knew that he had to do something. Letting Princess Emily, the last surviving heir of the Caledonian throne, be mercilessly killed in a single man's unadulterated and unchecked lust for territory and power was inexcusable. He'd called for an aid and asked for a quill and parchment of paper. He'd scrawled down the letter, before sending it out to the royalist government in exile currently in Avon.

Official Seal of the Holy Church of the Canon.

Dear Princess Emily of Caledonia, and by extension the Royal Government of Caledonia in exile. I hope this message finds you well. My sincere condolences to your family for the loss of your brother. I have only just received the troubling news brought about by your former kingdom's unprovoked conquest, and it would be a shame if you were to be killed by Caledonia. In keeping with GOD's word and in the hopes of keeping your bloodline alive, I humbly wish to provide you with shelter and the protection of the Holy Church of the Canon from Navarro's aggressive stance. My inquisitors stand ready to operate in tandem with Cretia's Royal Navy in hopes of getting you out of the besieged and occupied nation of Saint Georgia Island. GOD bless you.

-His Holy Reverence, High Pontiff Aeden II of the Holy Church of the Canon.

A letter of condemnation from the royal family of Cretia came soon after.

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE KINGDOM OF CRETIA

To: Diego Gaspar Navarro of the People's Republic of Caledonia.
From: His Royal Majesty, King Mauer the I of Cretia; Her Royal Majesty, Queen Henrietta of Cretia

"We are appalled by your unprovoked invasion of Saint Georgia Island. Your unadulterated conquest of the region will not go unpunished, and we are mobilizing our forces in response to the growing threat posed by you and your military.

The Kindom of Cretia does not recognize, and hereby condemns, the People's Republic of Caledonia for acts of aggression. Further aggression will be met with war.

Signed, His Royal Majesty, King Mauer I of Cretia
Queen Henrietta III of Cretia

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A Cretian Royal Navy task force assembled from the aircraft carrier HMCS Illustrious, the battleship HMCS Valiant, two Senntisten-class Guided Missile Cruisers, six Inquisitor-class Aegis Destroyers, and the medical frigate Pontiff Jeremiah IV was speeding its way towards the occupied nation of Saint Georgia Island. This fleet was tasked with extracting Princess Emily of Caledonia from the occupied nation before it was too late. Three agents of the White Inquisition, with the support of commandos, would be inserted into the nation via helicopter, supported by Alestra V/STOL multirole fighters and Mosquito FB.3 multirole carrier-borne aircraft. Cretia was indeed angry.

[United Avon]

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OOC: Mackjaracotavon can you check the OOC thread and answer some questions I have, once that’s done I’ll reply to this post.

"Warlord, this is Caquetio Squadron, checking in with you. We're a flight of six F-22's approaching Saint Georgia Island. 6 AIM-120 AMRAAM's, 500 rounds for this mission. Ready for combat, over." Caquetio One said over the radio, before awaiting a response from Warlord Actual. Their objective was to seize air superiority over the capital, Roseport, in order to delay the Caledonian advance and to allow friendlies to perform tactical CAS while the remaining allied forces on the island prepared to make their last stand. Until now, Caquetio Squadron has never been deployed in any real combat situation, they only did routine patrol missions and participate in war simulations and occasionally did combat drills, but this would be their chance to prove themselves in real air warfare. The squadron's latest addition to the team was Caquetio Six, a relatively young pilot and one who often disobeys orders. He's prone to perform dangerous moves in the air and often puts himself at risk, if anything Caquetio One had to keep an eye on him. As squadron leader, the wellbeing and the lives of your teammates are your responsibility. Who thought it was a good idea to put that reckless boy in a multi-million dollar aircraft? he thought to himself, his inner thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Warlord Actual which sounded over the radio.
"Affirmative. All Caquetio aircraft, report in."
"Caquetio Two on standby!" "Caquetio Three through Five on standby." "Caquetio Six standing by and ready to kick ass!" "Caquetio One on standby. Saint Georgia at vector 200, 10 kilometers, ETA 5 minutes."
"Warlord solied copies all. Good luck out there and make sure you all come back in one piece,"

Loitering high over Roseport was a squadron of twelve SU-35 fighter jets, assigned to the highest level of air cover. The assignment had been a boring one: not a single Avonian warplane had made it off the ground. Either they had been destroyed by Caledonian bombs or missiles, or their pilots had been unable to reach them before the helicopter troops had overrun the military airfield. So the Caledonian CAP flew lazy patterns over the capital city while Fullback strike bombers pounded whatever resistance remained.

Then suddenly their radars lit up with the approaching Raptors. The more experienced foreign pilots that flew half of the planes in the CAP squadron bared their teeth in predatory grins. Now they would earn their outlandish paychecks.

“This is the high cover squadron,” the leader of the squadron spoke into the radio. “There are enemy planes approaching. Request additional fighters vectored to us.”

As the air controllers responded in the affirmative, the twelve fighters banked to meet the Raptors, climbing higher into the sky to try and achieve the height advantage over their new opponents.

"well this is a fine mess." Kowen Sighed and rubbed her forehead." Get me a head count, and weapons situation." She spoke to her Platoon Sergeant but seemed to leave it open to everyone in earshot. Checking her map and looking at the trails of smoke coming up around them and listen to the sounds of gunfire. "We need a safe path out of here...
She turned to the Georgian officer." Fortunately we have a bt of training in supporting guerilla operations...its not our specialty but we can handle it. If you can spare me a couple of your men as guides I can do some hit and run to slow down pursuit a bit....we have about a day before we can expect any serious air strikes, maybe a week before Valkiir can get an amphibious force and carriers in position ...that's if they go with a fast response plan."

Outskirts of Roseport

The liaison officer lacked the authority to give the Valkiiri commando what she wanted, but he could direct her to the man who did. After confirming that the runner was headed back to the main command post, the Saint Georgian suggested that Kowen follow him and speak with the Major in person about her suggestions.

The command post was a collection of communications equipment and maps laid out across a collection of tables on the main floor of a restaurant. The place had clearly been a hole-in-the-wall establishment for locals, not a fancy eatery for tourists. The proprietors hadn’t objected to the ragtag band of soldiers barging in and carving out their own space. The walls were decorated with photos of smiling island residents fishing and hiking in the mountains. It seemed almost too cheerful for the situation that was playing out.

Commanding (apparently) the surviving defenders was Major Philip Albonsen of the Saint Georgia Rifle Regiment. A Royal Marine officer, a captain, was providing advice and acting as a sort of second-in-command. The Paras were represented by a lieutenant - their captain was MIA somewhere in the city on VIP protection duty. They all seemed thrown off by the presence of a female officer in their midst when Kowen arrived with the runner.

“Your help was invaluable at the airfield,” the Royal Marine officer said, speaking first. “Thank you.”

“I understand you have some ideas of how we should conduct our little campaign here,” the Major interjected. “Until forces from Avon can kick these Caledonians back across the water.”

[Valkiir]

Outskirts of Roseport

The liaison officer lacked the authority to give the Valkiiri commando what she wanted, but he could direct her to the man who did. After confirming that the runner was headed back to the main command post, the Saint Georgian suggested that Kowen follow him and speak with the Major in person about her suggestions.

The command post was a collection of communications equipment and maps laid out across a collection of tables on the main floor of a restaurant. The place had clearly been a hole-in-the-wall establishment for locals, not a fancy eatery for tourists. The proprietors hadn’t objected to the ragtag band of soldiers barging in and carving out their own space. The walls were decorated with photos of smiling island residents fishing and hiking in the mountains. It seemed almost too cheerful for the situation that was playing out.

Commanding (apparently) the surviving defenders was Major Philip Albonsen of the Saint Georgia Rifle Regiment. A Royal Marine officer, a captain, was providing advice and acting as a sort of second-in-command. The Paras were represented by a lieutenant - their captain was MIA somewhere in the city on VIP protection duty. They all seemed thrown off by the presence of a female officer in their midst when Kowen arrived with the runner.

“Your help was invaluable at the airfield,” the Royal Marine officer said, speaking first. “Thank you.”

“I understand you have some ideas of how we should conduct our little campaign here,” the Major interjected. “Until forces from Avon can kick these Caledonians back across the water.”

"Sir" Kowen Rendered a crisp salute, and a respectful nod to the other superior officers in the room.." We had the advantage of surprise, and a dozen of my girls pretty grumpy about losing their R&R time. Having the rifles at our side helped...They handled themselves pretty well considering they were sucker punched."
She motioned to the paras, and marines around the room. without the cosmetics and weaves inplace she looked more like a young confident battle tested officer than an escapee from a Valkiiri urban myth." I am not well versed in the tactics your Marines and Para forces use, or these svolach who dropped in.... but being invaded is something I know about first hand."


"I'll get to the point. Valkiir has a series of contingencies pre scripted to react to aggressors ...usually a bit closer to home in most cases...all they need is an initiation command and missions are kicked off to targets supplied by advanced groups and local militias. If I remember our overseas response correctly about now several squadrons of heavy bombers a carrier battle groups and a few fast attack subs are on their way. " She paused to allow the information to sink in."When they arrive they will need targets to hit. Until they arrive we need to slow down the enemy and make life as hard on them as possible..In Valkiir proper that would be the job of Local reservist militias and special forces like the aprtrangr..."

"give me runners and guides and I will spread my girls out in teams to do a bit of mischief, and find targets sorely in need of thousand Kilos of RDX and steel. I'd suggest you do the same four man teams, a guide, and a runner...use radios if you have them, runners and carrier pigeons if ya have to. Once we have locations and enemy routines we can work with I am sure between us we can make their lives very unpleasant."

[United Avon]

Konstantin was unfamiliar with the way to the consulate, he had only seen it on the map, and so he zig zagged through the city blocks, in which was probably not the shortest way. Still they managed to avoid the invading soldiers, that arrived in ever growing numbers.

"It is like a infestation" remarked the Neureicher as he spotted another group of soldiers. It was then that they heard the announcement.

Konstantin cursed before turning to the Captain. "The Consulate is not far, but the Caledonians are blocking the bloody way!"

Streets of Roseport

Captain John Rogers let loose his own curse when Konstantin informed him that Caledonian soldiers blocked their path to the embassy. He did a quick inventory of weapons - he had his service pistol and two spare magazines, and that was it. Not even a pocket knife handy. If the foreigner had any weapons, he hadn’t revealed them and Rogers hadn’t seen any of the signs of a gun or knife being concealed on his person. Princess Emily was unarmed. They couldn’t fight their way through a checkpoint. Detouring around this group risked running into a larger group of soldiers somewhere else, under worse terms of engagement.

Rogers began to think. He remembered that they’d passed a small number of Caledonians and a military vehicle a few blocks back. A plan began to form in his mind.

“Follow me,” he said to his two companions. Rogers led the way a few streets back, to where four Caledonian soldiers were standing around a four-wheel military utility vehicle. The men were loitering around, weapons in hand but held loosely, clearly bored. They had apparently been assigned to stand guard, probably as part of a perimeter to try and prevent Princess Emily from escaping from the city. They were about to fail in that objective.

“I can take them out,” Rogers proposed to Konstantin. “We use their uniforms and the truck to drive right past the checkpoint to the consulate.” He drew his pistol. “Nobody should care about a few more shots, they’ll just think its some last bit of resistance being put down.”

Official Seal of the Holy Church of the Canon.

Dear Princess Emily of Caledonia, and by extension the Royal Government of Caledonia in exile. I hope this message finds you well. My sincere condolences to your family for the loss of your brother. I have only just received the troubling news brought about by your former kingdom's unprovoked conquest, and it would be a shame if you were to be killed by Caledonia. In keeping with GOD's word and in the hopes of keeping your bloodline alive, I humbly wish to provide you with shelter and the protection of the Holy Church of the Canon from Navarro's aggressive stance. My inquisitors stand ready to operate in tandem with Cretia's Royal Navy in hopes of getting you out of the besieged and occupied nation of Saint Georgia Island. GOD bless you.

-His Holy Reverence, High Pontiff Aeden II of the Holy Church of the Canon.

Galion

Prime Minister Richard Pitt hadn’t left the War Planning Office for hours now. He had been watching the situation on Saint Georgia Island play out on a large virtual display table which updated whenever new information became available. The territory held by the Caledonians was in crimson red, and the known positions of the Saint Georgian and Avonian defenders was in a deep blue. The blue had been steadily disappearing in the face of the red onslaught. The entire city of Roseport now burned crimson on the display.

The other thing he had been doing was monitoring the progress of the relief expedition. The aircraft carrier and its escort warships were being replenished and readied, but the biggest hurdle would be finding sufficient ground troops to take the island back. Two battalions of the Royal Parachute Regiment were marked for deployment, as was a battalion of the Royal Marines and a contingent of Special Air and Boat Service commandos. But Avon’s military had not been expecting to fulfill such a demand, so that was all that was ready at a moment’s notice. Another battalion of infantry was nearly at full ready status, but Pitt didn’t dare delay sailing the fleet any longer than the time it took them to collect their reservists and get onboard the ships. It would have to be enough.

“Sir,” an aide came up to Pitt with a envelope. “This just came in, from the offices of the Caledonian government-in-exile. They say some country had offered their aid in getting Princess Emily off the island.”

“What?” Pitt snatched the envelope out of the outstretched hand and read the message. “We don’t even know if she’s still alive. Do they?” Pitt looked to the aide. “What does Lord Ashbury say?”

“The Foreign Secretary is preparing a response on behalf of the Caledonians,” the aide informed him.

Your Reverence,

Your message to the royalist government of Caledonia has been passed onto me. I first wish to express the gratitude of both Princess Emily’s government and the government of the United Kingdom of Avon for your offer of support.

At this time, Princess Emily’s whereabouts are unknown. We have had very limited communication with Saint Georgia Island since the beginning of the invasion. I am sad to say that I cannot say with confidence whether the Princess is even still alive.

As for your offer of support, the United Kingdom of Avon is assembling a task force to retake the island from the Caledonian invaders. If you wish to help Princess Emily, the most expedient way to do so is for our two nations to coordinate our military efforts.

Yours,
William Clinton, Lord Ashbury, Foreign Secretary for His Majesty’s Government

[Het Verenigde Bataafse Koninkrijk]

"Warlord, this is Caquetio Squadron, checking in with you. We're a flight of six F-22's approaching Saint Georgia Island. 6 AIM-120 AMRAAM's, 500 rounds for this mission. Ready for combat, over." Caquetio One said over the radio, before awaiting a response from Warlord Actual. Their objective was to seize air superiority over the capital, Roseport, in order to delay the Caledonian advance and to allow friendlies to perform tactical CAS while the remaining allied forces on the island prepared to make their last stand. Until now, Caquetio Squadron has never been deployed in any real combat situation, they only did routine patrol missions and participate in war simulations and occasionally did combat drills, but this would be their chance to prove themselves in real air warfare. The squadron's latest addition to the team was Caquetio Six, a relatively young pilot and one who often disobeys orders. He's prone to perform dangerous moves in the air and often puts himself at risk, if anything Caquetio One had to keep an eye on him. As squadron leader, the wellbeing and the lives of your teammates are your responsibility. Who thought it was a good idea to put that reckless boy in a multi-million dollar aircraft? he thought to himself, his inner thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Warlord Actual which sounded over the radio.
"Affirmative. All Caquetio aircraft, report in."
"Caquetio Two on standby!" "Caquetio Three through Five on standby." "Caquetio Six standing by and ready to kick ass!" "Caquetio One on standby. Saint Georgia at vector 200, 10 kilometers, ETA 5 minutes."
"Warlord solied copies all. Good luck out there and make sure you all come back in one piece,"

Loitering high over Roseport was a squadron of twelve SU-35 fighter jets, assigned to the highest level of air cover. The assignment had been a boring one: not a single Avonian warplane had made it off the ground. Either they had been destroyed by Caledonian bombs or missiles, or their pilots had been unable to reach them before the helicopter troops had overrun the military airfield. So the Caledonian CAP flew lazy patterns over the capital city while Fullback strike bombers pounded whatever resistance remained.

Then suddenly their radars lit up with the approaching Raptors. The more experienced foreign pilots that flew half of the planes in the CAP squadron bared their teeth in predatory grins. Now they would earn their outlandish paychecks.

“This is the high cover squadron,” the leader of the squadron spoke into the radio. “There are enemy planes approaching. Request additional fighters vectored to us.”

As the air controllers responded in the affirmative, the twelve fighters banked to meet the Raptors, climbing higher into the sky to try and achieve the height advantage over their new opponents.

"I've got a tally-ho on enemy fighters, over!" Caquetio Three shouted over the radio after detecting the Caledonians on radar, "Twelve Su-35's approaching our position."
Being outnumbered by one to three, or being outnumbered in any situation always gave Caquetio One a bad feeling. But these were the kind of missions they were trained for, experience and training outranks everything. He did a small prayer before ordering the squadron to break formation and disperse once the enemy was in visual range.

"Roger, engaging!" Six notified as he leaned into the stick in order begin pursuing the nearest Caledonian SU-35. This was going to be one hell of a time.

[Rhyssua]

Caledonian Port

Captain Vido Skenderovic didn't know where they were, and frankly didn't care. All he cared about at the moment was trying to get his point across. The Caledonian seemed to go conveniently deaf whenever Skenderovic made an honest effort to speak his language. In the end, the submarine captain resorted to yelling.

"FUEL," he shouted, using elaborate hand gestured that did nothing except make him look insane. "WE. NEED. IT. YOU CAN GIVE IT TO US."

The Caledonian's eyes widened; but, like every other time, he shook his head and mumbled something about not understanding. Vito was getting ready to strike the man when another Caledonian walked up and nudged the other one aside.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding," the man said, showing a smile studded with gold teeth. He spoke in English, so Vito nodded and did the same.

"Don't mention it," he mumbled. Then he pointed at the two docked submarines. Each was about a hundred meters long, with the bridge sitting close to the prow of the sub. The one on the right was the Partisan, Vito's ship. The other was the liberator, which belonged to Captain Mandic. No, Vito thought to himself. They both belong to the People's Confederation.

"We'll have your subs fueled and ready to go by tomorrow morning," the smooth-talking man assured, attempting to place an arm on Vito's shoulder. Vito sidestepped it, and the man withdrew with a slight frown.

"Anyway," he continued, looking disappointed. "Your main job will be keeping our sea lanes secure, and preventing any enemy ships from getting close to the island. Can your crews handle that?"

Vito scoffed.

"Of course," he said.

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