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Oceanus Procellarum: Operation Bifrost (PT/FanT/Open)

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Oceanus Procellarum: Operation Bifrost (PT/FanT/Open)

Postby Rupudska » Sun Oct 20, 2019 5:43 pm

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The wise man in the storm prays to God not for safety from danger but for deliverance from fear.


Rotterdam, Südholland, Karlsland
15 May 1940
8:30 AM


For the first time since the days of Napoleon over a century prior, the military of Karlsland was in full retreat across the front, and in retreat from its own country.

For the first time since the days of the Mongols, the civilians of Karlsland went with them. Northeast to Suomus, north to Baltland, or west to Hispania, they traveled in every and any direction to get free from the shadow of the Neuroi that now loomed across both Ostmark and Karlsland.

But even those numbers paled in comparison to those escaping to the north. From as far west as Rotterdam to as far west as Konigsberg, Karlslanders, Poles, Jews, Ostmarkans, Danes, and Dutchmen poured by the millions to Karlsland's ports, hoping to escape the Neuroi hives - either to nearby Britannia (and then, to those who could afford it, Farawayland or Liberion across the Atlantic), Karlsland's own colonies across southern and western Africa, or even to the distant Karlslandic East Indies - though the latest information indicated conditions there would soon be as poor as they were in Karlsland. Most, though, were taking the twelve-thousand kilometer journey across the Atlantic to Neukarlsland, a stretch of pampas the size of Libya purchased with money directly from the Imperial Treasury (as well as that of dozens of Karlsland's largest businesses) to serve as a refuge for an entire nation of nearly eighty million. And only sixty million were expected to go there; the rest planned to flee to any nation that would grant them refuge, or simply stay put and weather the storm.

It would not be an easy journey - while the Central European Hive was by far the largest ever seen in recorded history, there were already several more known - three in Orussia, one in North Africa, and several small ones in Africa and southeast Asia. Attempting to detect a hive at sea was rarely worth the effort; even at this point in what would become the Second Neuroi War ships simply avoided any areas where large numbers of Neuroi were reported to be.

On land, sea, and air, the Reichswehr did its best to maintain order, but it was clear that that was very nearly the extent of its capabilities. Five years ago, Ichiro Miyafuji invented the Striker Unit with the help of some Karlslandic scientists - a pair of magically-powered engines, strapped to the legs of a Witch, enabling them to put up shields, use magic stronger than had been seen in anyone but heroes for centuries, and all around outrun, outturn, and outfight anything else mankind had to offer. By the end of 1937 there was a tank version that granted them even stronger shields in exchange for being no faster than a typical medium tank. For the first time, humanity had tools that could enable it to fight the Neuroi on equal (or better) terms.

With Karlsland's industry and military training schools kicked into high gear after the Fuso Sea Incident and the appearance of hives in China, it was believed that 'not even God could defeat Karlsland.

Not anymore.

To the north, anyone with sufficient altitude and good eyesight could still see the smoldering flames of Amsterdam, burned to the ground by Neuroi a short few days ago. Great black clouds covered the skies of Holland as other cities throughout the Low Countries burned. A hive had formed over the Ruhr and was moving towards Gallia; Paris was expected to fall by no later than September as the Neuroi swept through Belgica from the north and eroded the Maginot Line, slowly but surely, from the east.

In the harbor, cargo, container, passenger, and any non-warship by the dozens sat with almost visible nervousness as each one filled with people until she could safely carry no more. Protecting them by sea was a small fleet of anti-air destroyers and light cruisers led by the battlecruiser Scharnhorst, which would serve as the command center for the entire Rotterdam Evacuation Fleet until it could meet with the other Bifrost Evacuation Fleets out over the Rockall Plateau.

On land, those same refugees were protected by hordes of Bisons, Stugs, Flakpanzers, anti-air Hanomags, and any sort of Panzer or Hanomag with heavy machine gun armament - anything capable of killing Neuroi, preferably in large amounts, quickly, and with the ability to run away with a respectable speed. Anything else had been abandoned, or destroyed so as not to let the Neuroi have it. Neither MI5, KGRP, nor the Deuxième Bureau were sure that the Neuroi even could analyze human technology to adapt, but they weren't taking chances, and thus the military wasn't taking chances. Despite the prevalence of land Witches in Karlsland's military, most were in France at the insistence of Gallia, or out east in Copenhagen and Danzig - Baltland had graciously allowed Karlsland use of the port that it had sought dominion over for nearly a century, and the Kaiser planned to use it as much as possible.

Air cover was provided almost solely by Witches - The Bf 109 in its current form was good largely for serving as a distraction, spotting at high altitude, and getting the rare lucky shot, and the Fw 190's rushed production came too late to be of much help in Europe - it would have to wait for factories to be built in Neukarlsland. The remainder were headed to Orussia to cover the Tsardom's lack of high-altitude fighters.

As Operation Bifrost's early stage itself was predominantly an operation of the Marine, most of the Witches, including the Hauptmanns Adolfine Galland, Heinrike Bär, and Huberta von Bonin, led by Major Wera Mölders, were part of a separate but joint operation. Operation Gjallarhorn, as it was called, had two purposes. The first, publicly known one, was to maintain law and order during the evacuation efforts. This was the responsibility of the police, the KGRP, and the MPs. The second, which fell to the Luftwaffe and Heer, was to detect and destroy any Neuroi approaching Karlsland's ports, of which every single one was being used for Operation Bifrost. If it could cross the ocean and keep up with the average transport ship, it was being used. Even sailing boats were (unofficially) being used, though they would only be going to Britannia before their passengers transferred to self-powered ships there.

Adolfine tapped the ash off the tip of her cigar as she surveyed the city of Rotterdam below her. God, what a mess this was! The might of Karlsland, the strongest military in Central Europe, perhaps the world, reduced to covering the largest exodus of refugees in recorded history, running with tail between its legs. The little schwarm of Witches hovered over a religious square, consisting of a Catholic cathedral, a temple to Neptune, and a (damaged) temple to Njorthr, whose roof had collapsed when the wing of a Stuka sawn off by a Neuroi's ray fell into it. Said Neuroi had then proceeded to severely damage a shopping district and burn dozens of houses before being brought down.

As there was only one Neuroi, it was clearly nothing more than a probing attack.

"This is Mölders. Nothing to report."

<<Are you certain, Mölders? There's been reports of Communists in that area...>>

"Listen, Schneider, I don't know what Goering told you, but 'reports' mean very little without 'evidence.' Communists in this city aren't exactly being subtle with their activities; my orders are to find evidence of activities, not find evidence of Communists, or fascists. And that is still secondary to finding evidence of Neuroi."

"Perhaps they've moved to somewhere less open?" suggested Galland.

<<Perhaps, but you must admit that religious structures make excellent targets for reds.>>

"Perhaps, but this report came through many people who know many people who know things, some of whom are no more politically 'reliable' - whatever the Hell that means - than the Communists they're reporting on. I'm starting to think some of these 'reports' are only accepted because some members of our military elite are themselves fasc-"

<<I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you, Mölders. You know the laws.>>

"And you know the brass, it seems. But very well. As I said, nothing to report."

That was the third purpose of Operation Gjallarhorn - to ensure no one considered 'politically unreliable' - Communists, fascists, and republicans - boarded any ship not specifically known (by the military) for such purposes, and for more extreme/dangerous members, to not let them board at all. Many Karlslanders had elected to stay in the country come Hell or high water, and a few thousands more, or so the Empire's intelligence divisions believed, would not be considered odd. In theory, it was meant to deliver equal treatment to all three, in practice, Mölders was correct - Communists and republicans, in that order, typically received the harshest punishment and were the most intensely hunted, as there were fascists in quite a number of positions of power in Karlsland; many of whom had ties to Gallian monarchists - though no one person could possibly gather enough evidence to prove that in a court of law, least of all in the Southeast Asian and South Pacific colonies where it was often the worst.

If they resisted, tried to spread their beliefs, or tried to create their own little state in the vacuum left by the military's abandonment? Well, a smaller population in the Fatherland would make it easier to find them - and no-one would suspect anything if a commune or two vanished due to a Neuroi attack. And if they tried the same in Neukarlsland, the Ministry of Public Relations would ensure they had no friends in the New World.

<<All forces in this region, this is Kapitän zur See Kurt-Caesar Hoffmann, commanding officer of the SMS Scharnhorst and of the Rotterdam Evacuation Fleet. As stated in last night's briefings, the moment the last refugee boards their ship, we will move out. Any vehicles not on board a ship or aircraft by that time will be left behind. No Neuroi have been sighted nearby, but the Freya system only has a range of 130 kilometers, so stay alert.>>


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Postby Sonitusia » Mon Oct 21, 2019 11:10 am

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Hamburger Hafen, Hamburg, Karlsland
15 May 1940
10:00 AM


For much of the early 20th century, much of Sonitusia's technology was derived from studies in Karlsland and other advanced nations. From civilian to military application, the partnerships the ministry of advancement procured were used to their maximum potential, and much work was done to not only advance Sonitusia, but also to speed up research and development of her friends. So it was safe to say that the massive destruction of Karlsland was going to be very upsetting to both the science and military community of the Imperial Federation.

"Leave behind any documents in regards to civilian application they said," grumbled a burly man, his hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses, "We don't need microwave technology they said. We'll get that from our scientists in Fuso..." He marched down the crowded street with a large satchel without a care in the world for all the chaos unfolding around him, the local police doing little to control the populace. He paved a way, pushing bystanders aside, trying to reach his destination as quickly as possible. Not far behind, a group of similarly dressed scientists struggled to keep up, their white labcoats fluttering in the pace they jogged at. Some carried documents in folders, trying their best to make sure nothing was dropped, others carried various small gadgets and prototypes that they wanted to keep safe, and the stronger of them carrying crates of blueprints and even more results of tinkering.

And, just to their rear, wearing a labcoat over military dress, a witch, cradled in her arms a large machine-gun like weapon. A land witch, the first of her kind to be deployed from Sonitusia, and a very important military asset for the still developing nation. Her land strikers were unlike most, not developed upon tanks but based upon the nimble armored car. Her familiar was apparent from the owl wing-like "ears" that protruded from her brown hair, and an owl's feathered tail flowing behind her as she continued to wheel-dash slowly, conserving her physical energy for any possible Neuroi attack. Her own glasses matched those of the man they all followed behind, but her gaze was one of an excited young woman who wanted to test out her equipment.

"And to you, Madame Tempa!" the lead scientist shouted angrily over the crowd's hustle and bustle, "I remind you that you were ordered to not engage! We're getting on the Z21, because the queen will literally bite my ass off if you try to play the movie heroine, so we're not risking the Volant's destruction to save anyone! It's taken five years for that damn prototype, and I'm not going to spend another five building it from scratch!"

Tempa Rultz smiled slyly, giving a Sonitusian salute.

"Jawohl, herr Hark!"



Parlement Fédéral, Imago, Sonitusia
15 May 1940
18.00 PM


While the military discussed future plans for Sonitusia's involvement in the Second Neuroi War, parliament was in chaos as many laws passed within it were ruined with the sudden invasion of the alien race. Scientific partnerships were now in ruin as 4ème Div. de Recherche et Dévelopement was forced to evacuate from Karlsland, and other nations were beginning to let go of civilian technological developments in favor of military tech. Arguments began to arise from those who supported Sonitusian military intervention, and those who wished to keep the still small military from getting wiped out, leaving the nation defenseless. Many of the assembly were left wondering with how certain elements of the political landscape were changing drastically within the structure of the nation, with many believing that there was something opportunist unfolding.

This put Sonitusia in a spot where it believed that the pro-fascist government was showing its true colors, which would put the now weakened empire at risk of coup d'état. But as an ally of the empire, Sonitusia was not going to back down from the future retaking of Karlsland, and would require every resource available to them to do so. Who knew if they could help support the reinstallment of the empire? It would certainly look good on the history books.

In response to all that had unfolded, Queen Maria II of Sonitusia gave a small speech before a radio audience, in the presence of parliament.

"In light of the massive evacuation operation undergone by the people of the Empire of Karlsland, the Imperial Federation of Sonitusia stands with our European friends. Many Sonitusian lives have been saved through the valiant efforts of the Kriegsmarine, the fierce firepower of the Wehrmacht, the heroics of the Luftwaffe, and the grace of international witches above and on the ground. It is only right that we repay in kind, it is only right that we stand together with the rest of humanity, for now mourning those we have lost, and tomorrow rebuilding for a fight to retake what we have lost."

"Through the fire and smoke,
through blood and sweat,
the songs of heroes we invoke,
to repay all for who we are in debt."

"Vive la Karlsland, Vive la Sonitusia, Vive la Humanité!"
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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Mon Oct 21, 2019 11:25 am

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"Your majesty, Graf Adolar zu Schreckensburg has arrived. He demands an audience due to urgent news he wishes to present to you."

, the servant who was taking away the Kaiser's empty breakfast plates stated as though it was a thought that had just come up in his mind. Vlad glanced up just in time to catch the servant putting up a face as though he had entered one of the pig farms further out in the country.

"How long has he been kept waiting?"

, he asked, rubbing his temples in frustration both over his staff's conduct as well as over the fact that he had to deal with the Count of Schreckensburg who really was one of the most...difficult...nobles he had to deal with in this country. For multiple reasons really. Just tolerating that cockroach hanging off him like some freeloading parasite was destroying his own reputation and prestige among the nobility and even the commoners. That didn't change the need he usually had for the Count though. When the servant chose to remain silent on the matter of how long the Count had been kept waiting, Vlad waved him away with an undignified grunt, commanding:

"Bring him here at once. We can spare the throneroom from his stench and I will hear whatever he has to say here."

The servant bowed deeply before the Kaiser before quietly making his way out of the room with that trademark silent walk that only butlers, maids and the like always seemed to have, intent on disturbing their masters and guests as little as possible. Meanwhile Vlad rose from the massive armchair he'd been comfortably having his breakfast in and read the morning newspaper, stretching himself before starting to make himself somewhat presentable. He put on the dark blue coat, buttoning it up all the way with its shiny golden buttons. He gave the cuirass a glance...and then decided against wearing that. No need to put that on just for Count Adolar. Next he pulled the damn metal collar, from which the blue cape was hanging down, over his head and spent a minute or two trying to get it in order. The gloves he disregarded, considering that he still needed his hands uncovered to properly comb his lush black hair.

Two minutes later he was staring into a mirror, comb in hand, and wondered if he was losing his hair. He stroke over it with his hand and when he pulled it in front of him again, he had a few strains of his black hair resting in his pale white palm. Guess that was confirmed then. Perhaps he should try shaving his hair off completely before anyone noticed? That way it'd look like a deliberate action by him, sending a sign of his determination and possible martial nature to his subjects, rather than his body being incapable of supporting his hair or whatever, sending a sign of weakness. But for now the hair would remain, he did not wish to waste his time doing what a professional hairdresser could do much better at a later time.

Vlad finished just in time to hear footsteps outside of his breakfast chamber. Not the servants' since those would not be heard, nor the guards' since their footsteps had a precise, strong sound to them. No, this was the sound associated in this nation with the shambling, almost zombie like walk of the Count of Schreckensburg, Adolar von Schreckensburg.

Vlad knew that the Count was slow and so he took the time to quickly prop himself up before the a high window, giving him a view of the fortifications below him as well as the wasteland beyond them. A good view an Exilvanian would call it. Foreigners on the other hand tended to call it depressing but what did they know about Exilvania's beauty? About Exilvania's glory?!? Nothing!

The door was opened behind him and he could hear the shambling so much clearer now before coming to a stop next to the Kaiser's armchair. He heard the door closing again and then someone fell into the comfortable armchair with a relieved grunt. He'd have to get rid of that chair later. He'd rather not sit on something the Count had used before. Which was a shame, Vlad had really liked that armchair. It had been hand crafted just for his pleasure and was made to fit his measurements perfectly. The artisan who had created it had also been mauled by a beast not long after finishing it so just reordering one from him was impossible.

"My Kaiser, I believe I am able to bring most *cough cough* wonderful news to you on this most auspicious of days. News that will put a smile even onto your *cough* face."

, a somehow slimy sounding voice slurred, coming from where Vlad knew his armchair was. It was broken up by occasional coughs, testament to the Count's degrading health. Vlad had no illusions though, the bastard would live atleast another 3 decades. He turned his head slightly, not enough to actually have to look at the Count but enough for the man to know that he had his attention.

"I have full confirmation of Karlsland being forced into full evacuation of their country. The rest of europe will most likely follow within just year. Their militaries are caught up in fighting holding actions against the unknown invaders from...somewhere... to try and protect their civilians."

The Kaiser did not move an inch, his face, out of sight of the Count, expressing boredom as he was rolling with his eyes. Was the damn Count too blind by now to notice the newspaper on the end table right next to the armchair? With a calm voice, not betraying any of his emotions, the Kaiser asked:

"And where are these people fleeing to? Where do they intend to evacuate them to? Last I heard Europe was being consumed on all sides by these strange forces, and many of the other continents did not look any better."

"Hehehe, my Kaiser, they are evacuating via the ports, so navally. In all directions too but the vast majority of the Karlslanders is attempting to reach a strip of land on the other side of the Atlantic that the Karlslanders bought for a massive amount of money shared between the Imperial treasury and the Industry. They are calling it Neukarlsland and will most likely attempt to rebuild their nation there...from nothing. Their industry has practically completely vanished and no amount of rebuilding will ever let them recoup from it."

The Kaiser remained stone faced throughout all of this too. These news weren't exactly news, nor what he was used to hearing from the Count. This also wasn't exactly what he risked his reputation for in meeting the Count either. But he decided to keep the Count here for a bit longer, perhaps he'd end up saying something useful still. A small remark though, expressing his opinion on the situation, was still made though:

"And another player is off the board. Pity, I would have enjoyed putting them to the sword myself."

The Count chuckled behind him before those chuckles turned into a coughing fit, making the Kaiser wonder if he should have the entire room thoroughly cleaned later. Who knew how far the Count's spit had flown?

"Hehehhehehe*cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough* You are *cough* correct my Kaiser, they are practically off the board. Not fully, considering their military, while on the retreat, is still intact, but they are almost off. And they are travelling by sea. The seas aren't particularly safe so with some luck the majority of their people will find a new home at the bottom of the sea. Ahahahahahahahaaaa! *cough cough cough cough*"

The thought was mildly amusing to the Kaiser as well, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. But there was no way in hell that he'd ever laugh with a man like Adolar...so he didn't. Instead he focused on the more interesting part of the statement. Feasibility.

"Say, my dear Graf von Schreckensburg, have your people been successfull in determining the nature of these unknown invaders yet? Find ways to communicate with them? It would be such a travesty if the evacuation fleets were to come across some of these invaders at sea, would it not?"

"Indeed, such a travesty my Kaiser. But alas, no, we have not yet managed to find a proper way of communication or of directing these invaders where we want to. The closest possible thing we found ourselves capable of doing was to act as decoys and attempt to pull them after us...alas it comes at great personal risk and...well...the effects have been limited. These beings appear to be wary of us and do not follow far."

, the Count's obviously false grief transitioned into real grief absolutely flawlessly, Vlad thought. It was indeed rather unfortunate that these invaders were not open to some form of atleast limited cooperation. But alas, nothing could ever be the way one wished it to be. However, now the Count had given him nothing new and the Kaiser had tolerated him for far too long in his quarters, so he turned around to finally face the man.

Seated in the armchair, all crumpled up, was a man one could barely still recognise as such. He seemed rather misshapen under the clothes he wore, bulges being here and there where there should be none. Atleast he wore a long coat and gloves so one didn't have to see too much. But his face. gosh, the man obviously didn't cover his face and the Kaiser just barely kept himself from grimacing in disgust. The man's face was absolutely deformed, so much so one could've thought him as an expressionistic piece of art. If it hadn't been moving. Not to mention all the gummas all over the damn face and doubtlessly over the rest of the body too. Truly a repulsive sight. That's what syphilis does to you.

"And what exactly have you come here to tell me then? Graf von Schreckensburg, has the sickness gotten to your brain already that you try to repeat to me the news shown all over the newspaper in the world for days already?!? Have you been wasting my time today? Time and prestige which, while in great supply for me, are never endless!?!"

But Count Adolar von Schreckensburg remained quiet through the Kaiser's rebuke. Yes, a smile even formed around his deformed lips and because bloody face was so deformed, it was laughably easy to spot the smile for Kaiser Vlad who immediately asked:

"Is there something funny Graf? Perhaps you would like to share what amuses you so much so I can laugh about it as well?!? Are you perhaps smiling because you are a masochist and enjoy this!?!"

Intelligent eyes deep inside deformed eye sockets stared up at the Kaiser. They had lost none of their rare brown colour, an uncommon eye colour among Exilvanians. The smile grew wider, into a toothy grin as the Count said:

"My people have found out more. As you well know the Karlslanders are executing a multi purpose operational plan called "Gjallarhorn" which is part of their larger "Operation Bifrost". The first purpose being to evacuate all the civilians and the second one being to eliminate any and all of the unknown invaders to come into their sights."

The Kaiser tapped rapidly with his boot onto the ground, his eyes and facial expression betraying his impatience with the Count, telling him to move it along with his explanations.

"Well, we have also found out something else. "Operation Gjallarhorn" does in fact have not only 2 purposes...but 3!"

The Kaiser raised an eyebrow at that but didn't interrupt the Count.

"It appears that the Karlslanders, even in such...dire times...are not entirely unified. In fact, they appear to be very willing to...hmm... shed their skin like a snake does."

The Kaiser stopped the incessant tapping with his boot and silence fell over the room. The Count smiled at the Kaiser with cruel glee, as though he had dropped something obvious in front of his majesty. And the Kaiser realized what it meant.

"They are leaving people behind? Undesirables?"

The Count nodded before taking a flask out of his coat, unscrewing the lid and taking a large gulp from it before closing it again and putting it back to...wherever that was. Vlad didn't really want to think about that.

"Indeed your majesty. It appears they are limiting the amount of oppositionists who may evacuate. Of course, with the Karlslandic authority having been undermined by fascists, these usually get a bit of preferential treatment while their mortal enemies, the communists, are practically hunted down if they try to get to the evacuation fleet. But in essence they're hoping for the unknowns to take care of them when they get left behind."

This was indeed rather...interesting. The Kaiser had not expected them to do so in such a situation. But it created questions. And opportunities. Turning back towards the window and looking over the landscape below, watching an Exilvanian Armoured Convoy leaving the gates for a patrol of the wastelands to make sure the streets were free, the Kaiser joked:

"Well let's hope for the Karlslanders' that these leftovers aren't more successfull in establishing contact with the unknown invaders. It would be quite the irony if instead of getting wiped out by one, the two formed a symbiotic relationship, an alliance perhaps, and would gun after the Emperor who had betrayed them, don't you think?"

"As unlikely as it sounds your majesty, one should never rule out a possibility, especcially when it is as hilarious as this one. Now, given the information that you now have, what are your orders?"

Vlad watched as the convoy turned away into a cayon and out of his eyesight before answering weighing each of his words carefully:

"For now we will not do anything. Continue to have your people watch, listen and learn about anything they can. Do make sure that they establish some secure contacts with the communists. I'd like to keep the option open to communicate with them and potentially utilize them to our ends."

Adolar scratched his nose a bit, quickly stopping when he noticed that more was coming off and sticking to his glove than he intended. While it felt good to scratch his wounds, it clearly wasn't healthy. He quickly sort of cleaned his glove on the armrest of the armchair. Then he asked again, just to be sure:

"Nothing yet, my Kaiser?"

"Nothing yet Adolar. Let our enemies decimate each other a little bit more first. Let us learn about these thing that have come out of literally nowhere first. In the end, when the smoke of the battlefield clears, we shall remain and stronger than ever before."
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