Operation: North Wind [MARKION][IC]

[Phoenxia]

Operation Northern Thunder

The Zenkniyan Operations Room has stopped the use of artillery temporarily as drone footage shows discovered a rouge artillery shell has landed where it shouldn't have. The use of suicide UAV's continues as the Tyrian invasion forces continue to push deeper into Zekniya. As days have gone by, one of the most important holidays for the Zekniyan people draws near. The ZOR will be using this holiday to send observers and investigators to see what causes the shell to land on a school.

Tyria’s Terms:
-Mistreatment of Prisoner of Wars will result in the re-engagement by the Imperial Military Services.

-A team of Tyrian representatives escorted by ISOF operatives will investigate the nursery school incident.

Zekniya’s Terms:
-Allowance to collect dead and mourn

-Allowance to celebrate Kiënsturban communally without risk of being harmed or persecuted

No man's land

A Tyrian convoy of logistical trucks, flying a black standard with a 8 pointed star, begins to arrive at the ZNA controlled territories. Carrying the wooden coffins of the dead Zekniyan National Army militants.

Ereneda Forest, Eve of Kiënsturban

Hooded figures moved through the night, their eyes acclimated to the dark. They were carrying a battered soldier through the pines to execute their master psychological plan. Still in bonds, they ripped the duct tape off of his mouth. They could see a little glimmer of a tyrian lantern; exactly as they planned to targets.

Erežek grinned through the forboding darkness, "Let's make this bastard squeal." He unclasped his war club from his belt and swung it over his head.

Both the grimacing Žeknijans could see the fear in the clueless Tyrian's eyes as he started begging and pleading, "God! Please forgive me and repent my sins! I fear that I will not end the way I wanted!”

The club made contact with the Tyrian's knee, and he made a shrieking howl. Uražan stepped up to the plate now with nothing but a boxcutter, and put it to contact with their prisoner's finger, edging away at the knuckle with the intention of cutting it off

“How could you do this to others, is this not God's way to treat fellow man!” He said in Zekniyan.

"There is no God out here, only the guardians of the forest." Uražan continued cutting into the finger.

“Guardians of the forest ey, using a folks tale to hide your crimes.” The Tyrian POW said.

"I'm going to slash your fucking eyes out if you disrespect dukhavi again."

“Do it,” The Tyrian POW smirked through the pain. “I would rather seek martyrdom than seeing your ugly faces.”

Uražan left the dangling fingertip and brought the boxcutter to the Tyrian's eyes. Like a sadist, he began slowly making an incision into the left retina.

“Thanks for making it easier for me to look at you, God, that must be why you guys need to wear a mask, your mothers must’ve barfed just from looking at your faces.” He said as he tried to not scream in pain.

"Oi, start scalping this pig," Uražan finished on the left eye and moved to the right. Erežek took out his captured 9" Phoenixian 'campaign knife' and pulled up on the hairline.

“God, creator of all creations, please help the heavenly custodians of this world to guide me into the afterlife, my life shall be surrendered to you, as I await your final judgement!” he rushed out the words, screaming bloody murder, almost crying.

The two Žeknijans smiled once more when they heard the wolves beginning to howl, Erežek hadn't even really begun scalping yet. Needless to say, they disappeared into the night and left the wood spirits to finish the job.

The wolves began to approach the Tyrian soldier. “So you have finally come,” He said. He pointed to his vest and said, “You can have the jerky I saved in my pouch if you want.” The wolves began to sniff his bloodied fingers, he tried to pet the wolf  but startled it. The wolf moved back as a result. The wolf started to move towards him again, eventually taking a bite out of his left arm, the rest of the pack following. “Goodbye mother, may I see you in the world after.” He said in his mind as he was torn apart by wolves.

Meanwhile….

 Soldiers of the 3rd Markionian Colonial Division began to speculate the fate of their comrade, Senior Private Tenjan Olaćin, after he hadn't returned from his post. As they speculated, they started to hear familiar screams, the fidenic last rites could be heard echoing from the deep and dark pines. Some froze in fear, some froze in anger, all they could do was just listen to their comrade scream as the rumors of what the ZNA could do to their POW's became freakishly real.

Markionian Tyria

 Soldiers of the Markionian Tyria Colonial Divisions  began to spread rumors about the potential death of Tenjan Olaćin, this knowledge reached towards command. They were deciding whether to execute punitive actions for the breach of the ceasefire treaty, but there wasn't much to prove, for all they knew he could have just gotten lost in the forest and mauled by wolves. The commanding officers continued to discuss the reputation of the ZNA and the dark rumors of what the Phoenixians had experienced in the Ereneda Forest.

[Phoenxia]

Vietian Palace, Kassau
November 26th

A sprinkle of snow gathered on the Queen’s window sill, and the square below, with winter-clothing-clad figures still rushing around the market before it closed for the winter.

"Your Majesty, a Mr. Haida to see you," the head butler, Mr. Dracarić timidly poked his head into Greta's office.

"Yes yes, allow him in," Greta neatened out her stack of papers and prepared for a long, long talk. Her desk was a clustered mess and nowhere near presentable, always a good laugh for her was the thought of how bad it would have been with Etschelena.

The young Queen had heard of this man in passing, but was still not quite prepared for the balding gentleman in stiff regalia who came into her study. He moved slowly, bowing with an old elegance too deliberate for someone of such middle age, "Hello, Your Majesty. It's a pleasure to meet with you."

"Greetings, Mr. Haida. Please, take a seat," as she studied him up and down, his gaze saw through her tenfold.

The man did so, smoothing his blood red constable’s uniform as he unclasped the ceremonial sword from his waist. 

"What did you come all the way to Phoenixia to talk of?" She opened her notebook to write down the key points of conversation.

“I am here on related business with the RCF, your Majesty. My office has begun the process of securing documents, and will be beginning our reports soon.”

"I expect that you would tell me what such documents you are securing, Mr. Haida."

“Well your Majesty, that would be the problem.” He fixed her with a pointed stare. “Most of the more critical government records have been tossed in the furnace before we arrived. Your Third Directorate, it seems, has been busy at work.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at this grandeur figure she found waltzing into her office, "Mr. Haida. What goes on at the War Ministry is none of your concern. Most of the burning has just been a cleaning of mission records from Žeknija."

Haida was having none of it. “Anything less than full cooperation puts my mission, and your nation, at risk.”

"You know, your government was showing a particular interest in Žeknija during the king's war. Are you sure that a grudge is not still held?" She giggled; remembering the week that her father locked himself in this very study figuring out a way to send Marines to Fyrland.

The insult seemed to wash right over the stony faced man, who maintained his posture stiffly. “Your Majesty . . . what are you insinuating?”

"I'm insinuating that you should mind your own business. All the civil affairs files you need are available, Mr. Haida. You have enough information to effectively police the entire country if you so pleased to," her grimace recessed to a more serious and businesslike expression, seeing that he clearly wasn't playing along.

For just a moment the man’s face cracked, a bit of softness creeping into that expression. Whether it was sadness, concern, fear, or a mixture of emotions was hard to tell. “Your Majesty, I have seen this happen before. Don’t make the same mistake my king did.”

"Believe me, I won't. Now, I still fail to understand why you wish to go through highly sensitive documents presiding to Žeknija and otherwise."

“You know as well as I that this is not just Žeknija.” The man was starting to brush down his coat now, clearly done with the conversation. Greta subtly gulped now, she did know what they were after, and she did know how damning the files that they were burning were, but if she was going to give this bloody collectivist any ground at all, that would be to disgrace the Mausen name.

As she came to this realization, she choked back, "You're dismissed, Mr. Haida."

Her unwanted guest stood silently, bowing with the same form he had upon entering. It would not be until he had made it to the door that the admiral turned statesman turned constable turned back to her one last time, a look of almost pity on his face.

“Thank you for your time, your Majesty. And we will find those files.”

OOC: Post made jointly with the Green Union.

[Iyum]

The Investigation

A helicopter can be seen circling around near the site of the incident, it begins to land when it can be seen that the accompanying ZNA militants are not opening fire on them.

After the helicopter lands on the ground, a group of armed men exits alongside a team of investigators. One of the ISOF operators introduce himself and his comrades to the ZNA militants and will be serving as an interpreter for the time being.

"It's a pleasure. I'm Lieutenant Erežek," he internally laughed like a madman as he envisioned the fear in the eyes of the POW the night before.

“Nice to meet you Erežek, you can call me Berkut.” He said as he gave the Lieutenant a handshake with a strong grip.

The militant winced in disgust making physical contact with such a disgraceful excuse for even a half Žeknijan subhuman crossbreed.

As the both of them talked, the last operator exited the helicopter after he finished talking with the pilots. “Oh wow, X is coming.” Berkut said in Zekniyan.

Tira lurked around Kiveca, snapping pictures of the Tyrians as she went. She became increasingly anxious as they entered the town, and worried that they would find her with the camera. X noticed her, he stared at her directly before he looked back at Berkut talking to the Lieutenant.

Seeing this pure mainland Tyrian whiffing out for blood, she was only able to take one picture of him before running around the corner as quickly as she could. The immense amount of radiating energy gave her shivers.

“So yea, hopefully, we’re able to work together so that innocent lives won’t be lost in the future. Oh, by the way, whatever you do, don’t touch X’s sunglasses. He can stare at your soul like a dire wolf from the Game of Thrones series.” He said in Zekniyan.

Uražan spoke up from the crowd, "What do you bastards know about souls? You burn our forests and all the spirits within. I used to think that the Phoenixians would be the ones to reawaken the coalescence, but you are very clearly trying to upset the dukhavi."

“Yea yea, can we just go to the site? Not trying to be rude, just want to get the job done as soon as we can.” Berkut asked the ZNA militants.

"Do what you need, we'll just stand here," Erežek crossed his arms and stared with an expression that would scare off a pack of wolves.

The Tyrians walked to the site, before they could start the investigation, they first prayed for the dead. After which, they began proceeding with the investigation. The unknown ISOF detachment stood guard as the investigators searched through the debris for any evidence.

Erežek and Uražan could barely keep themselves from laughing as two platoons of other fighters bolted past the street crossing behind them.

The investigators began to feel anxious when they started to see Zekniyan fighters bolting across the streets, operators of the assigned ISOF detachments stayed alert as they kept an eye on the fighters. “X” broke formation to comfort the investigator by patting his shoulder, reassuring him that nothing would happen to him. He then returned to formation alongside his comrades.

Throughout the investigation, all the fighters in the city were hooting and screeching, beating on drums and blowing into ram horns until they had the block fully surrounded, passing through the streets while banging machetes on the ground to make a point.

“Berkut, you think we’re really going to be fine?.” The investigator asked. “Just relax and don’t worry. They’re just intimidating us. Like school children on a playground” He replied. The investigator felt scared by his comment and continued going through the debris.

After going through the debris and finding the reason for the shell landing on the nursery school, it was concluded that it was a quality error that caused the shell to land on the nursery school. As for protocol, the investigators leave first while the unknown ISOF detachment secured the evacuation zone for the investigators.

After everyone had boarded the helicopter and it began to lift off, a rocket shot off from one of the rooftops straight into the turbine engine of the helicopter. Immediately following, the plaza erupted into heavy gunfire, and the hundreds of militants began running towards the crashed helicopter and the ISOF team.

“You got to be kidding me, alright, run towards cover. Don’t try to engage them all by yourself.” Berkut commanded his team. “These guys trying to piss us off even more?” Henard asks Berkut. “Wait… Where’s X?” Erinza asks her team. “If X is alone, he can take care of himself. Trust me I saw him doing stuff like this multiple times.” Oktarin says. “This is Detachment 205-7, enemy has begun to engage us from the surrounding perimeter, all investigators, including Cyclone, are KIA. I repeat, the enemy has begun…” Berkut says on the radio while shooting on the advancing insurgents.

From behind the the lines, Tira snapped pictures of the militants closing in on and rushing the heavily outnumbered Tyrians, smiling sickeningly as she did so. But sadly, this had to have been the end of her ride in Žeknija, the Recon boys were supposed to get her out tonight.

“Hello ma'am.” He said to her in Phoenixian as he drew a pistol from his chest holster.

She quickly turned around, panicking for the P-94 she had in her photography bag. "Don't step any closer you Tyrman fuck."

X shoots the pistol out of her hand and says to her “What is a Phoenixian doing in Zekniya?”

"The same thing you're doing here? I'm gathering intelligence. I'm a registered spy under the MU."

“A spy eh…” He looked down at her camera. “If you’re taking pictures, you’re not going to take them with that…” He said to Tira.

"What do you want with me? I haven't broken any rules, in all fairness, I'm a non-combatant," she stamped down and stood her ground.

“Look at my helmet and tell me what you see.” He pointed at the camera that was presently live streaming back to Imperial Central Command.

"I see that you're desperate, like a lone wolf caught in a trap."

“You can say that in a way.” He replies.

"At the end of the day, you want something from me, before the captors find you, before the other pack mauls you, whatever fits the analogy," she managed to say this all with a deadly serious expression on her face.

“If you think I have a fear of death, I don’t. Other than that, I need a way to get this information out of Zekniya intact.” He said to her.

"I'm exfilling tonight, you'll have a ride out. It seems that we have the same goal," Tira continued to stand deadly still with her hair slowly blowing with the wind as the fight raged on behind them, the encirclement becoming tighter and tighter.

“X” received a radio call from the rest of his detachment. He talked on his headset while his eyes continued to focus on Tira. “Yea… Yea… Yea… It was nice serving you, sir.” He said.

"Now you have to promise that you won't drop me the moment I turn my back. I don't know if this is even a thing in Tyria, but I'm going to offer a pinky promise," she held out her petit hand with a raised pinky.

“I will abide the compromise you’re telling me, but I am not going to touch you. Not my personal preference.” He answers her.

"I can't bring myself to trust you unless you do it—what's your name?"

“X…” He answered with a serious tone.

"Alright, X, I'm Tira. Now, I need you to make this promise to me, because that's how we do it in Phoenixia."

“I’m going to tell you to do two things. Don’t touch me and don’t ask about my personal life.” He said.

"Then at least fucking motion it, because as of now you're being really standoffish and pushy," she crossed her arms and huffed.

‘Alright,” he said as he lowered his side arm. “Let me see that camera.” He asked her.

"How do I know you're not gonna smash all my film?"

“Just want to inspect it, that is all.” He said to her.

"Fine," she begrudgingly took it off and handed it over, "you'd better be careful, that was issued to my father in 1997."

“1997 ey…” He said he inspected the Olympi M1982. He paused before returning back her camera.

"Come on then—there's nothing to see here, unless you want to see your teammates get ripped limb for limb," she slung her camera back around her neck.

“No, it just brings some old memories back when I was a kid.” He said.

"Being ripped limb for limb?"

“Being able to hold that camera, someone I knew had the exact same model.” He said to her with a slight bit of emotion showing through.

"I guess I didn't even have to ask about your personal life," Tira snickered and began walking in the direction of the safehouse.

He began to walk as the backpack made a shackle sound. The dog tags jumping up and down as he followed Tira to the safe house. Knowing the fate of his comrades, it truly tore him up inside, but his face remained expressionless.

“Weird woman.” He said to himself. He had never met someone with that much energy before.

[Iyum]

As they reached the safehouse, Taraković came out with his rifle drawn, "Who the hell is that, Tira?"

"Don't worry, he's just catching a ride out with us. There's too much on the line for him to betray me and I know that as a fact, isn't that right—X?" She turned her head around to look at him.

He doesn’t speak and stares at her companions through his sunglasses.

"I swear to god, Tira. That motherfucker isn't helping my patience. From the looks, he's a literal fucking snake," he kept his rifle trained on the Tyrman's head.

He passed by Taraković without budging his head to look at him. The sound of metal shackling can be heard from his backpack.

"I swear to god cockfucker! Tell me who the fuck you are, I won't hesitate to pull this dammed trigger!" Taraković ran after him.

X lowered his backpack and rifle down without turning his head, he said to him: “I’m just here to bring information back to central command, we have different missions but the end goals are the same for all of us.” He begins to stretch his arms and legs while listening to the Phoenixian talking to him.

The Phoenixian lowered his rifle, but was by no means at ease, "I'd better not catch you even glancing at any of our shit."

He doesn’t reply and takes off his headset and places some earbuds under his ski mask. He then goes through his phone.

"You've got some balls, Tyrman. I've got my eyes on you," Taraković walked to the other side of the room, setting his Ajtomata on the table for cleaning.

X still doesn’t reply. He just sat there listening to his playlist, waiting for the Phoenixians to start exfil.

Tira walked over to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner for the whole merry band of spies that was gathered in the safehouse, of which she was the only girl.

X on the other hand, Began to examine and clean his rifle while he waited for his MRE packet to finish heating up.

"You sure you don't want any of this? I got some elk from the locals, it's really good."

X continued his silence as he did his own thing on the parlor floor, much like a toddler would, cleaning his optics and lubricating his rifle. He then suddenly stood and tells Tira that he’d be outside for a while and took his MRE and rifle with him.

"Alright, more food for the rest of us," she focused on the stirring.

Taraković at this moment, against Tira's wishes lit up a skoja, "What a weird motherfucker. Even the EKSG guys aren't that awkward."

"Put that shit out, Jani. The secondhand smoke is giving me a fucking migrane," she sprinkled salt and pepper into her stew, getting ready to turn off the burner and serve.

While the Phoenixians were enjoying themselves. X set up some targets in the woods and began to train dryfiring as he ate his MRE.

After serving bowls to all the others in the house, Tira walked out to give one to X, "I know how shitty MRE's are. Please take this."

“Place it on the porch and I’ll eat it later. Oh, open my pack on the middle slot. I’m returning the favour for letting me exfil with you.” He said to her.

"It's gonna get cold if I leave it out here, it's below freezing you know?"

“Don’t worry about it.” He said as he did some dryfiring drills with his rifle.

"I'd better not catch you encased in ice tonight," she snickered and walked back inside.

He stopped when Tira entered the farmhouse. He walked towards the porch and placed his rifle next to the wall. He held the bowl towards his face to get a whiff, pausing before he sat down to begin to eat the simple goulash that she had prepared.

Tira, out of curiosity, began to go through X’s pack. She has discovered a metal bottle of liquor in his backpack. She inspected the bottle and tried to read the Tyrian words inscribed on it.

“It’s Tariika, a traditional liquor that dates back the day before we Tyrmans existed,” He said, walking in the door. He placed the bowl in the sink before going back outside to do some more dry firing drills.

"Well, care to drink with me?" She cracked off the cork and poured a glass.

“I’m good,” He said before going back outside.

"Hey, Jani. Check this out!" She yelled up the stairs with bottle in hand.

"Holy shit, save some for me with that big ass glass you poured," Taraković rushed down the stairs.

"Come on in, X it's freezing out there!" Tira yelled through the kitchen window as she poured a glass for Jani.

After listening to her ask to come in multiple times, he reluctantly returned back to the farmhouse with his rifle shouldered.

"Do you know Euchre? If we get another person down here we can play," She asked, grabbing a deck of cards from the shelf.

“I’m good,” He said to her while looking at the guitar with interest.

"I can teach you to play if you've never heard of it," she sipped from her glass, sitting back down.

He took off his gloves, revealing his tan hands. He then inspected the guitar before tuning it.

"A man of culture?" she dealt the cards between her and Taraković, simultaneously looking over at X.

X didn't reply as he thought of what song he should play. He began to play the guitar. ”Ash’tana kerīn văstọn, ehrīn phatămon…” He sang out, to everyone else's amusement.

Jani applauded, "Do you know any Soldier's Chanson? How about Konskrischte? I'll sing along with you."

He begins to pluck out the intro of the song, at which Taraković smiled heavily, and began singing, "Däns konskrischte, č'es ist, ze fil fatiž venet ići, I veur de repét narukovat."

After having fun singing songs and playing cards, “X” began to do his night prayers while the Phoenixian walked up to their beds.

(Made with Phoenixia)

[Iyum]

Markionian Tyria Colonial Ministry of Military Affairs

On November 4th, 0300, we have executed military operations against a very dangerous and radical group called the Zhekniyan National Army. This group has been known to be terroristic in nature, and a threat to our home. While true to their cause, their mistreatment of their own differs from what they have said. This is why we have initiated a pre-emptive military action against this armed group, to prevent more future casualties, and to remove a threat not only to us but to the international community as well due to their reputation for bombing civilian areas.

[Sevevill]

Kassau,

As pro-monarchy riots rage through the streets after the massacre on the parliament steps. People were standing in the streets chanting holding signs slamming the republic's government over the situation. It was clear that the government had overstepped their bounds as the people anxiously awaited the governments response while others took to social media angrily demanding the government to step up for their actions.

Vietschen,

Life was seemingly still normal in Vietschen although people were seeing the protests everywhere they looked not many seemed to care all that much. While not many of the cities citizens wanted the monarch back in power and while they mourned their compatriots they did not see the republic being replaced any time soon after the provincial government did their best to smooth things over with the cities population.

Vilena

After much effort by the pureblood members a large group of civilians started to gather outside of the governments main building. Chanting angrily supposedly joining in protesting the massacre though some had pointed out on social media that the protest looks highly choreographed and noted that it seemed likely it was just an external attempt to spread missinformation to the people of Vilena but could not for certain who was behind the protests. Perhaps the same people who had been raiding military supply dumps in the region over the last few weeks.

Outside of the cities citizens around the southern border with Zekniya started to plea with the republics government to send more troops to the countries southern border. Elsewhere people had started to point out columns of unmarked Seveillian transport trucks moving across the nations highways with videos of the trucks popping up in between footage of the protests in Kassau.

-snip-

For a minute Captain Brayfield watched all this grimly from the tower, wondering if this plan really had a chance of success. Sure they could easily intimidate and overwhelm Phoenixian security and civilians, but they had not even touched the main Sevevillian operating areas. What if the Imps decided to organize a counterattack? Marc had fought on September Island and had little confidence in their ability to hold back hardened Sevevillian Marines. That would force him to call the Phoenixians . . . or Collins and his cowboys for help.

Maj. Rock Dawson. ISAF on the ground at Kassau International Airport

The ground showed a scene of chaos. Some Marine officers were still angrily screaming for the gate to respond after they had heard gunfire in the background. Nobody had been expecting anything to pop off this quickly. He walked over to some of his pilots who had been anxiously trying to prepare a SG-15 which was sitting on the tarmac. Suddenly everyone heard the report from the attack helicopter which had gone to the gate earlier which had recently left. "Gate Team Dead, Leaving Active Zone too much fire." After that multiple more radio calls came through from the unarmed teams around the airport and some cussing from the remaining Phoenixian security in the control room as he finally reached the waiting jet.

"Sir! They have closed the runways we cant take off!" Yelled the loadmaster from a few feet away.

"Seems to be nothing we can do about that. We cant let them get our aircraft start disabling them." He said gruffly as he stared out to the now crowded taxiways which would have been his next option.

"But sir we dont have the parts to repair th..."

"It would appear that someone somewhere chose they would rather have war. We wont be able to leave the airport grounds so we wont let them steal our equipment. Pull the fire suppression in all of the engines strip out hydraulic lines whatever is still on this tarmac should not be airworthy anymore." He said turning on his heel to head back for the marine sergeant in command of the marines who now had a very pale look on his face. Mark Brayman was usually much more chipper especially when there was about to be a fight.

"They told us to stand down" He said as Rock walked up to him.

"I figured they would unfortunately. We are disabling the planes still on the ground as we speak." Rock said grimly.

"I have ordered whats left of my men to stand down as well. Though I think this is fucking stupid." Mark said as he kicked some FOD across the tarmac angrily.
As the remaining aircraft we disabled and the remaining marines and airmen regrouped on their portion of the tarmac there was a somber look amongst the bunch. Almost if they had been defeated before even getting their chance.

[Arcadian States and Commonwealths]

LOCATION DISCLOSED, Phonexia
Nathalie, Office of Strategic Resources

She was in a quiet part of the countryside, one free of Sevevillian-backed troops for the most part. Her car was about 50 0r so meters behind her it was a model that didn't stick out and blended into the crowd. It was an old Anavokyan Skoed model from 1997. She pulled out a small makeup container and pressed a button on it opening it and revealing a false bottom and a small short wave radio, she was expecting a Naval Intelligence team within 10 minutes. The night was dark, with a new moon. The radio began to click five times this was the signal that the team was in range.

It wasn't much longer until the hum of a small engine came closer and closer and soon a small boat was visible. As the boat pulled to shore five men walked off the boat dressed as locals and had the same stench as most of the laborers here. One of the men walked to her and spoke "Such a dark night for a full moon." and She replied, "And no light anywhere." This was the team, they would be heading into Zekniya, they were to make contact with the local government and assist the fight. They had a contact with the government with one close to Tvorosi. As Nathalie walked the team to her car she opened up the trunk with passports for the five men. They were posing as day laborers from Phoenxia working down in Zekniya. She spoke, "There is a truck in the barn, it's been checked follow my car."

[Sevevill]

Markionian Tyria Colonial Ministry of Military Affairs

On November 4th, 0300, we have executed military operations against a very dangerous and radical group called the Zhekniyan National Army. This group has been known to be terroristic in nature, and a threat to our home. While true to their cause, their mistreatment of their own differs from what they have said. This is why we have initiated a pre-emptive military action against this armed group, to prevent more future casualties, and to remove a threat not only to us but to the international community as well due to their reputation for bombing civilian areas.

Zekniyan Soldiers Protecting a Busy City Street.

Zekniya

As the threat of a Tyrian invasion grew near the country started rapidly preparing to fend off their unruly neighbor even without the use of their electronics communication between the ZNA high command and the soldiers actively preparing had yet to fall apart. The ZNA could be seen actively handing weapons to civilians willing to fight in the city centers while civilian volunteers started painting over names and taking signs down. Major cities were ground to a halt as people hurriedly started preparing ground and air defenses to the best of their abilities.

Zekniyan Capital Building, Atserna

Nakar Tvorsi paced the room. Trying to think of how they would be able to deal with this invasion and honestly if they would even to be able to fend them off in the first place. But he knew the people of his country were strong and capable of dealing with the threat... they might just need some help from outside sources. He sat down to write a letter pleading for help. As he did this one of the councilors walked into the room.

"Nakar you seem stressed." He said as he sat down in one of the large leather chairs the president has gestured too.

"Im surprised your not more stressed. It seems to be that we are going to get the short end of the stick here." Nakar said not flinching much.

"Well... That has been on my mind but its best to be optimistic... there is a show in town tonight at the theater and I have a spare ticket would you like to join me?" The chancellor said

"That might be enjoyable what is the show about?"

"It is about the rebellion against Arcadia. Should be quite enjoyable."

"Well why not. Its not like we can watch anything on the computer anyways." He said chuckling as both men stood to walk to the theater that was just down the street.

Atserna Grand Theater

The president and chancellor sat down in one of the many booths in the theater looking down at the stage as the guests sat down. Though it was more empty than normal due to circumstances. They settled in for the show waiting for the lights to dim and the prologue to start.

[Arcadian States and Commonwealths]

Atserna Grand Theater, Zekniya
Nathalie, Office of Strategic Resources

It's been months since she's been able to dress nice, well nice-ish. It's not what she'd wear home back in Arcadia but it was nice for Zekniya. The NAVINT team was on standby and on the watch for any kings in the plan, the lights in the theatre began to dim, and as the first act began she got up from her seat and began making her way to the booths on the second floor. She walked up the stairs and snuck through the door while a guard was distracted and made her way to where Nakar was watching. At the door to the booth, two guards were standing there armed and one walked over to her and began to question her "Who are you this area is restricted" Nathalie stepped beside him and struck him behind the ear as he tumbled to the ground, the other guard began to run over, and she charged him and before he could yell struck his Adams apple and grappled his neck, he soon stopped struggling, and she lowered him to the ground and checked his pulse, alive but asleep.

She stood up and fixed her hair that fell loose and opened the door to the booth, both the president and chancellor looked confused, and she spoke "Quite the show, I'm surprised there are no guest performances" She could sense them calm down and she continued "so lets get down to the matters of our meeting."

[Iyum]

A ship can be seen unloading its cargo at Port Korzan, military labels can be seen on the containers. An inspector checks and counts every container so he makes sure its inventory isn’t missing any items it extracts from the ship. More men from Lamaria and Prezna continue to flock, creating a caravan for their baptism of Zekniyan fire. The Imperial colors and the banners of Krezna(Markionian Tyria) waves high as the convoy continues to head towards the frontline. The “Grand Imperial Army'' won’t be sitting idle, while they’re respecting their ceasefire, unlike the ZNA, they continue to build up their strength. Since the ambush on their investigators, the Imperial Military Council decided to up their campaign and increase the concentration of firepower against the ZNA once the ceasefire ends. The Imperial Joint Logistical Council complained that the military operation was a pain in the ass, especially since they had to deliver supplies from one region to another. But they still got the job done. With the Kreznan artillery units pulled back and being refitted to use newer artillery units during the cease-fire/ holy month, they can return back to the front lines knowing that they won’t make the same mistake again during the first stages of the offensive.

As they’re resupplying and building up their frontline units, 2 brigades of the Markanak Division have arrived in Krezna to instruct and advise the forces on the ground. Some can be seen wearing red headbands as they exit the aircraft before being transferred to a nearby base. High-altitude Bazaki drone watches over ZNA-held territory. Looking for any heavy weaponry that the ZNA possesses, there have been unconfirmed reports that the ZNA possesses some self-propelled SAMs from the now-defunct Zekniyan Federal Army. After some time collecting and identifying feed, they have found and labeled “possible sites containing stacks of large metal tubes of unknown origin”. These sites will be investigated thoroughly to see whether these sites should be targeted or not.

[Phoenxia]

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Phoenixian Public Broadcasting
Ir'te, Colonial Krezna

A large blast could be heard from miles away today in the streets of Ir'te, a 400lb fertilizer bomb in a pickup bed had been detonated outside the Imperial Military Hospital. So far, our Internal Security contributors have concluded that the J16 organization has carried out the attack, with the militant group officially claiming responsibility just half an hour ago with a manifesto by the attacker.

The manifesto contained sentiments of anti-homogenization, tyrophobia, sympathy for the Žeknijan people, and Jelenik nationalism. Further statements have encouraged and promised to the Tyrian government a string of similar attacks in the future.

Volodovka, Nordjelenia

In the streets of Volodovka, a wave of racism and prejudice against Tyrians has exploded among local Jelenik populations as Ak'kanika tower bells ring, and several clerics have called for a spiritual war against the devilish Tyrians who wish to strip them of their way of life.

Thousands of young men have gathered in the streets with military rifles and rocket launchers to fight the Tyrians, chanting things like, "Down with Tyria," and "Krežnosk is for Krežnoskis!" They then began mounting a convoy of pickup trucks traveling westward for Žeknija.

[Iyum]

SNIP

Security measure:
-The closure of the Krezna-Phoenixian Border
-The implementation of curfews across the provinces of Katari, Maritime Zekniya, Northern Zekniya(pre-war borders), and West Jelania.
-The implementation of checkpoints across the provinces with the usage of the Imperial Civil Order Police, Katari Home Guard, Zekniyan Home Guard, and the Jelanian Home Guard. Identity verifications and the inspection of cargo would be down without approval or a warrant.
-The Jelanian Home Guard, the Kreznan Border Troops, and Security Forces will be increasing border patrols along the Kreznan Phoenixian Border with the assistance of unarmed UAVs.

Classified security measures.
-The wiretapping of electronics and social media of Jelenik-Phoenixian J-16 affiliates.
-To set up a flame war on the Jelenik-Phoenixians to make them go against each other. (optional)
-The Ministry of Agriculture and the Ministry of the Interior will do surprise inspections on places that sell fertilizer. As vendors are required to record the purchase of fertilizers and report any missing fertilizers.


Ir’te, Krezna
Reports coming out of Ir’te that 60 people have died from the explosion and an uncounted number of people have been injured, some of them are in severe condition. The Greater Tyrian Empire and the Imperial Commonwealth places the blame on the Phoenixian government for not ensuring security from their side of the border. Locals accuse the Phoenixians of harboring ethno-nationalists and terrorists. Recruitment number has increased out of vengeance and some joined the provincial militia to assist the home guards.

Security measures have been increased. Border troops of the Kreznan Federal Border Defense Forces, along with the West Jelanian Provincial Guard closes the Tyrian-Phoenixian Border. Within the territories of the Federated Krezna Provinces, checkpoints have been set up by the local security forces, Imperial Civil Order Police, and the provincial guards of Katari-Izrania, North Zeknia, and West Jelania. They’re allowed to check any storage compartment of any vehicle that stops at their checkpoint without a warrant. Any person/s that has a possible association with the now-recognized terrorist group, J-16, will undergo the imperial judiciary system and will be given a right to a lawyer if any J-16 members do not have the financial capability to get one.

Zekniya
Other than reacting to the J-16 bombing, there has been radio silence on social media accounts belonging to the military personnel, especially the frontline troops. Behind the curtains, frontline units have been rerouted and reinforced for a possible new offensive. While that was going on, the Jekniyans and Jelanians(Tyrmanized Zekniyans and Jeleniks), though distant from their cousins, they still retained their traditions and culture. It's close to the end of the holy month, and preparations are made to end the month with a large feast. Jekniyans and Jelanian troops, with their Tyrman brethren, begin to pass out bags of food, water, and ingredients(spices and herbs) to the local populace within the territories they held for the upcoming Kiensturban.

(Dialogue for another time)

OOC: a part was edited to match the correlation of this timeline.

[The Green Union]

Maj. Rock Dawson. ISAF on the ground at Kassau International Airport

The ground showed a scene of chaos. Some Marine officers were still angrily screaming for the gate to respond after they had heard gunfire in the background. Nobody had been expecting anything to pop off this quickly. He walked over to some of his pilots who had been anxiously trying to prepare a SG-15 which was sitting on the tarmac. Suddenly everyone heard the report from the attack helicopter which had gone to the gate earlier which had recently left. "Gate Team Dead, Leaving Active Zone too much fire." After that multiple more radio calls came through from the unarmed teams around the airport and some cussing from the remaining Phoenixian security in the control room as he finally reached the waiting jet.

"Sir! They have closed the runways we cant take off!" Yelled the loadmaster from a few feet away.

"Seems to be nothing we can do about that. We cant let them get our aircraft start disabling them." He said gruffly as he stared out to the now crowded taxiways which would have been his next option.

"But sir we dont have the parts to repair th..."

"It would appear that someone somewhere chose they would rather have war. We wont be able to leave the airport grounds so we wont let them steal our equipment. Pull the fire suppression in all of the engines strip out hydraulic lines whatever is still on this tarmac should not be airworthy anymore." He said turning on his heel to head back for the marine sergeant in command of the marines who now had a very pale look on his face. Mark Brayman was usually much more chipper especially when there was about to be a fight.

"They told us to stand down" He said as Rock walked up to him.

"I figured they would unfortunately. We are disabling the planes still on the ground as we speak." Rock said grimly.

"I have ordered whats left of my men to stand down as well. Though I think this is fucking stupid." Mark said as he kicked some FOD across the tarmac angrily.
As the remaining aircraft we disabled and the remaining marines and airmen regrouped on their portion of the tarmac there was a somber look amongst the bunch. Almost if they had been defeated before even getting their chance.

“They’re surrendering, sir.”

Capt. Brayfield tried to suppress an audible sigh of relief, staring out the air traffic control tower into the ominous night. His fingers hurt. He hadn't realized he was clenching them until now.

“Tell them to start vacating their positions. They can get in their vehicles and drive right out the gate so long as they’re gone within the hour. After that we move in.”

“That’s not an option, Mark.” It was Jacques’ turn to give some bad news, getting off the radio with a grim expression. “Some unhinged locals killed the Imp gate guards and are coming in. They’re after blood.”

Brayfield swore under his breath. Of course just as they were about to pull this off . . . “Okay, stall them. We can find an alternative route for the Sevevillians to leave through.” He turned to some of the local air traffic controllers, “You two, I need a map of the service gates near termina-” then he was cut off, Jacques’ hand on his shoulder. The constable just shook his head, uncharacteristically solemn.

“Mark, we don’t know how many more Phoenixians are out there tonight . . . I won’t have a massacre on our hands.”

Brayfield’s heart fell. Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to follow the plan, to eject the Sevevillians as quickly as possible and fortify the airport as a stronghold for Kamooko Pact and Parliamentary forces in the city. They knew the Sevevillians were here to take advantage of violent sectarianism and seize control of the country, that their very presence was an existential threat to the Kamooko Pact mission of bringing about peace and stability. But that didn’t change the fact that these men and women, a lightly equipped unit of pilots and aircraft maintenance crew, were dangerously vulnerable, alone in a hostile country with angry locals closing in. He didn’t know how many had died already. He wouldn’t let the number rise.

Mark groaned, grabbing his carbine and throwing on a coat. “Fine. Tell the Imps to get all their people together and seal themselves in a secure hangar. Anyone who’s able should follow me there before our new guests find them.”

* * *

On the tarmac
MSgt Jos Ilanić

The column of IFV’s stormed down the pavement towards the Sevevillian planes, Phoenixian soldiers whooping and hollering as they saw the small silhouettes of Sevevillian airmen running for safety. Jos didn’t want to make this part messy, he had already vaporized a platoon, and all they needed to do was confiscate the aircraft and take prisoners . . . or confiscate the aircraft and call for body bags. Yeah, that latter one was probably easier.

But as Jos and the others streaked closer they saw the Sevevillians scattering, dropping their spanners and running for the hangar doors. Already they were closing rapidly, the final engineer slipping inside just as they slammed shut. “Fuck. We’re gonna have to blast them out,” Jos crept up above the hatch as he watched the rest of his company rolled up to the hangar. The only problem they had here was the risk of damaging domestic infrastructure. “We got any C4?” he called out over the radio. “Fuck that!” One of Jos’ vehicle commanders brought his vehicle around, pulling out a dumbfire AT rocket from his turret. “Blow a fucking hole in that cunt!” He fired at the door, which left a horrific gouge as it sliced through the heavy duty steel followed by shouts of terror from inside

“Bring up another one! They can’t hide forever!”

That was when the puttering sound of a small engine came to be heard behind them, a pair of small headlights bobbing across the tarmac as it approached. None of the Phoenixians even noticed at first as the tiny Arcadian-built jeep pulled up alongside, two very angry looking men leaping out. Captain Marcus Brayfield’s face was a storm as he marched up to rapidly-deploying infantry, the scarlet-coated Constable Balladur not far behind.

Jos looked down behind at the commotion starting to form and the out of place Kamooko troopers, “Can I help you?”

OOC: Post made with Phoenixia

[Sevevill]

Maj. Rock Dawson. ISAF on the ground at Kassau International Airport

The ground showed a scene of chaos. Some Marine officers were still angrily screaming for the gate to respond after they had heard gunfire in the background. Nobody had been expecting anything to pop off this quickly. He walked over to some of his pilots who had been anxiously trying to prepare a SG-15 which was sitting on the tarmac. Suddenly everyone heard the report from the attack helicopter which had gone to the gate earlier which had recently left. "Gate Team Dead, Leaving Active Zone too much fire." After that multiple more radio calls came through from the unarmed teams around the airport and some cussing from the remaining Phoenixian security in the control room as he finally reached the waiting jet.

"Sir! They have closed the runways we cant take off!" Yelled the loadmaster from a few feet away.

"Seems to be nothing we can do about that. We cant let them get our aircraft start disabling them." He said gruffly as he stared out to the now crowded taxiways which would have been his next option.

"But sir we dont have the parts to repair th..."

"It would appear that someone somewhere chose they would rather have war. We wont be able to leave the airport grounds so we wont let them steal our equipment. Pull the fire suppression in all of the engines strip out hydraulic lines whatever is still on this tarmac should not be airworthy anymore." He said turning on his heel to head back for the marine sergeant in command of the marines who now had a very pale look on his face. Mark Brayman was usually much more chipper especially when there was about to be a fight.

"They told us to stand down" He said as Rock walked up to him.

"I figured they would unfortunately. We are disabling the planes still on the ground as we speak." Rock said grimly.

"I have ordered whats left of my men to stand down as well. Though I think this is fucking stupid." Mark said as he kicked some FOD across the tarmac angrily.
As the remaining aircraft we disabled and the remaining marines and airmen regrouped on their portion of the tarmac there was a somber look amongst the bunch. Almost if they had been defeated before even getting their chance.

“They’re surrendering, sir.”

Capt. Brayfield tried to suppress an audible sigh of relief, staring out the air traffic control tower into the ominous night. His fingers hurt. He hadn't realized he was clenching them until now.

“Tell them to start vacating their positions. They can get in their vehicles and drive right out the gate so long as they’re gone within the hour. After that we move in.”

“That’s not an option, Mark.” It was Jacques’ turn to give some bad news, getting off the radio with a grim expression. “Some unhinged locals killed the Imp gate guards and are coming in. They’re after blood.”

Brayfield swore under his breath. Of course just as they were about to pull this off . . . “Okay, stall them. We can find an alternative route for the Sevevillians to leave through.” He turned to some of the local air traffic controllers, “You two, I need a map of the service gates near termina-” then he was cut off, Jacques’ hand on his shoulder. The constable just shook his head, uncharacteristically solemn.

“Mark, we don’t know how many more Phoenixians are out there tonight . . . I won’t have a massacre on our hands.”

Brayfield’s heart fell. Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to follow the plan, to eject the Sevevillians as quickly as possible and fortify the airport as a stronghold for Kamooko Pact and Parliamentary forces in the city. They knew the Sevevillians were here to take advantage of violent sectarianism and seize control of the country, that their very presence was an existential threat to the Kamooko Pact mission of bringing about peace and stability. But that didn’t change the fact that these men and women, a lightly equipped unit of pilots and aircraft maintenance crew, were dangerously vulnerable, alone in a hostile country with angry locals closing in. He didn’t know how many had died already. He wouldn’t let the number rise.

Mark groaned, grabbing his carbine and throwing on a coat. “Fine. Tell the Imps to get all their people together and seal themselves in a secure hangar. Anyone who’s able should follow me there before our new guests find them.”

* * *

On the tarmac
MSgt Jos Ilanić

The column of IFV’s stormed down the pavement towards the Sevevillian planes, Phoenixian soldiers whooping and hollering as they saw the small silhouettes of Sevevillian airmen running for safety. Jos didn’t want to make this part messy, he had already vaporized a platoon, and all they needed to do was confiscate the aircraft and take prisoners . . . or confiscate the aircraft and call for body bags. Yeah, that latter one was probably easier.

But as Jos and the others streaked closer they saw the Sevevillians scattering, dropping their spanners and running for the hangar doors. Already they were closing rapidly, the final engineer slipping inside just as they slammed shut. “Fuck. We’re gonna have to blast them out,” Jos crept up above the hatch as he watched the rest of his company rolled up to the hangar. The only problem they had here was the risk of damaging domestic infrastructure. “We got any C4?” he called out over the radio. “Fuck that!” One of Jos’ vehicle commanders brought his vehicle around, pulling out a dumbfire AT rocket from his turret. “Blow a fucking hole in that cunt!” He fired at the door, which left a horrific gouge as it sliced through the heavy duty steel followed by shouts of terror from inside

“Bring up another one! They can’t hide forever!”

That was when the puttering sound of a small engine came to be heard behind them, a pair of small headlights bobbing across the tarmac as it approached. None of the Phoenixians even noticed at first as the tiny Arcadian-built jeep pulled up alongside, two very angry looking men leaping out. Captain Marcus Brayfield’s face was a storm as he marched up to rapidly-deploying infantry, the scarlet-coated Constable Balladur not far behind.

Jos looked down behind at the commotion starting to form and the out of place Kamooko troopers, “Can I help you?”

OOC: Post made with Phoenixia

Maj. Rock Dawson, Camped inside of a hanger.

This was bad. He was here with mostly mechanics, pilots and the few guards who remained. He looked around the hanger trying to figure out what they should do next because sitting here was not something they really.... As he thought to himself a small rocket ripped through the door of the hanger. Exploding as it hit the roof of the hanger. He hatched a small plan.

"Get that plane going! We are going to put it at full throttle and let it distract them while we sneak out the back door!" He looked around they had a couple of service rifles and some sidearms. "We need to get out of the airport but we dont know how many hostiles there are." He thought to himself or at least just these rabid Phoenixians. The sound of the engines of the small jet filled the hanger. The pilot who started it climbed down the stairs as the engines roared to life as the jets spooled up propelling the small private jet through the hanger door towards the attackers outside as they ran through the door to what they could at least assume was safety but really anything was better than what awaited them on the other side of that hanger door.

[Phoenxia]

~snippysnipsnipsnippy~

Kassau International Airport

The plane smashed through the door, sparks flying in every direction until it hit an APC and burst into flames. All of a sudden, the company opened fire with everything from small arms to 30mm to HEAT launchers. Jos started to count the Sevevillian heads bursting like watermelons, but after a few seconds he lost track. A substantial number of victors still made it out from behind the hangar, and the IFV’s started turning their turrets.

“Shoot them!” One young NCO yelled, two soldiers slipping to their feet and going for their rifles. Jos leveled his pistol at the fleeing figures, squinting through the bright lights and whipping snow as he tried to make out his sights. But then he felt something metallic press against the back of his head.

Captain Brayfield stared daggers at the Phoenixians around him, digging his pistol into Jos’ head. “Don’t. Even. Try.” He grabbed the sergeant’s jacket, dragging him up into the biting winter wind as his soldiers started to regain themselves.

“Did you not see that they just rammed a fucking plane into us?” Jos was pissed now, the rosy red from his cheeks began to flush across his entire face.

Jacques appeared at his captain’s side now, shaking from the aftershocks of the crash but not much worse for wear as he fished out his handcuffs. Marcus just forced his captive’s head down with the pistol, voice coming as a venomous hiss. “Maybe if you weren’t trying to kill them this wouldn’t have happened. Now look at what you caused.” As they spoke the scene was illuminated by the harsh light of approaching jeeps, the rest of the KP force skidding to a halt as they came to secure the scene.

“You khöjschöner, my orders were to take the gate and secure the planes. You wanna blame someone? Blame the Amerians who were fistfighting the imp bastards instead of doing their jobs. You inner rim fucks always think that you can do no evil. Take some fucking accountability,” Jos turned and spat in Brayfield’s face, with a face of pure malice. The situation with the rest of the Phoenixians was quickly turning sour as well, as about half of them locked their gaze onto a random Placeodermsian or Albatanian in their vicinity.

Even in the low light Jos could see Brayfield’s eyes flash, the older officer immediately snapping his pistol hand up. The Phoenixian had only a moment to consider the steel flashing into his vision before the pistol butt contacted his chin, snapping Jos’ teeth together violently and causing his whole head to ring violently. But you don’t become a sergeant in Phoenixia without learning how to take a hit.

Recoiling from the blow, Jos spun around to fight. He wasn’t going to take this level of disrespect. Almost immediately, he too raised his fist and let off a haymaker at the old Amlug, forcing a surprised Brayfield to block and stumble under the impact before tackling the older man and kicking his pistol away. The belligerent Phoenixians momentarily looked down as the silvery handgun skittered across the tarmac between their feet, before as one mind responsively grabbing their nearest KP trooper for a brawl. Jos was on top of Brayfield now, laying blows onto the captain’s face. “You motherfuckers come in our country all high and mighty. Trying to pin me for war crimes for orders you all gave us. What side are you on?”

All around them stunned KP troopers were being tackled, dragged from their vehicles, and senselessly beaten. Some tried to fix bayonets with fumbling mitten-clad hands, only for Phoenixian soldiers to bring bared knuckles down between their eyes. Jos’ beating eventually slowed down as he got bored and realized that middle aged inner ringers don’t generally fight back very well, but the fights behind him only got more savage as the seconds went by, with sucker punches and ground pounding. He took a moment of pause looking up to take in the scene, before feeling the man shift under him. Brayfield’s frozen fingers gripped around Jos’ field parka, hips bucking to send him flying up over the Amlug’s head. With his arms firmly pinned under Brayfield’s elbows it was all Jos could do to tuck his head sideways as the frozen tarmac rushed up in front of him, impacting his skull with the second brutal blow in as many minutes. By the time he could regain his awareness now Jos was the one on his back, Brayfield struggling to his feet. As he did the sounds of fighting gave way to rumbling diesel engines, the whole scene becoming bathed in harsh light as everyone froze in place. The Amerians had finally shown up.

Gasping for air, Jos winced and gave a sly smile, “Are we done now?”

Brayfield, hands still trembling, fumbled to recover his pistol. “You are.”

[OOC: Thanks, GU ]

[Sevevill]

~snip~

Maj. Rock Dawson

After the plane hit the door a immediate barrage of bullets and rockets began wizzing into the hanger with one of the rockets causing enough damage to the rear door to render it useless... but all of a sudden the commotion stopped... bullets stopped wizzing over the freighted groups heads. Rock looked over the side of the toolbox he was currently hiding behind. Outside he saw a brawl between the KP and the Phoenixians...

"Men we run out the front door and as far away from this mess as possible... scatter and either get out of the airport or surrender to the KP but for the love of god make sure they are KP the Phoenixians are likely to kill you before you even get the chance to surrender. GO!" The group immediately got up and started running out of the door. Rock turned and ran with one of his mechanics running besides him. They made it to the perimeter wall before they were half heartedly stopped by a Placeodermsian. soldier. The two men immediately dropped to their knees.

"Plea..s.e dont kill us!" was the only thing the mechanic could muster as the two awaited their fate.

Head General Thad Greenvile. Octagon Building, Seve City

"Sir there has been a incident in Phoenixia... we are not totally sure what happened but we have reports from a helicopter that shots were fired and men are down... we have lost contact with the airforce Major at the airport we assume that the KP in the area has killed or captured what remains of the task force." Thad had a wave of sadness wash over him

"Get me into contact with someone in the KP we must know what is going on and get someone to answer for this..." Thad said calmly... almost too calmly for a leader learning that an entire air wing could potentially have been taken out. Another solder handed him a phone

"Its the Amerian Command in charge there according to the KP so I have them on the line for you sir"

"Very good" Thad took the phone. "WHAT DO YOU NUMBSKULLS THINK YOUR DOING! IVE SEEN BRICKS WITH MORE SENSE THAN YOU ASSHOLES NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU COW FUCKERS THINK YOUR DOING!!!"

[Sevevill]

LT. _____ ‘Sandman’ _____ , Flying to Third Directorate Building

He sat in a helicopter flying over Kassau, the Helicopter had been modified with wrapped rotors to reduce sound… They would jump onto the roof of the third directorate building and work their way down to the file room after the company of Kamooko soldiers had been distracted. Somewhere on the ground. Somewhere on the ground two cars and their unwilling participants would cause a collision out front of the war ministry with some explosives loaded into their fuel tanks… and if it really went bad a few Atlas teams in some surrounding buildings to deal with threats accordingly.

Their target was the third directorate building which would house the files their superiors needed. Kamooko Pact troops and inspectors had been trying to enter the building for weeks, setting up roadblocks on neighboring roads to pressure the Directorate. The War Ministry building next door was absolutely crawling with green-vested KP troopers who had turned the place upside down in their search for sensitive documents, yet despite all their efforts the Third Directorate had not allowed them into their building yet. Day in and day out black smoke was rising from the Third Directorate chimneys, while KP auditors and troopers could only look on in disgust. The Republican Guardsmen manning the gate just sat and laughed at the freezing troopers, offering quips like, “It’s so very nice and warm in there!” or “No security clearance?”

It seemed clear that Sevevillian leaders had decided to do things differently… why ask when you can have, right? Though if he was honest with himself he cared very little about the reason his team was stealing these documents… he just enjoyed the challenge of stealing heavily guarded objects. The pilot turned back towards the group of five.
“We will be there momentarily, they shouldn't be able to hear us at this altitude but start getting ready to jump. They will most likely start your distraction in the coming minutes.”

Sgt. _____ ‘Hammertoe’ _____, on the ground

“Whoever owns this apartment needs to learn how to clean up mold” He said as he walked back over to the window to look at the street below. He watched the KP sitting at their roadblocks looking sad. “Those guys will do anything not to break an order… I kind of respect that but it doesn’t yield results.” He looked down the street where a random Phonixian they had found was strapped to a sedan filled with explosives. Down the other side of the street where the KP roadblock waited there was another car, a similarly unwilling participant sitting in the driver’s seat waiting to be remotely driven into each other. Then he would be waiting here to detonate the first car’s fuel tank. “Let's get this going gentlemen.” He said and radioed it up to the pilot. Behind him, two privates manning computers started driving the cars at each other increasingly quickly. He could hear the shitbox motors accelerating in the distance. He watched out the window as the two cars careened causing a massive bang to echo through the streets below. Parts of car firmly molded together and a fire starting. The KP troops watching this scene unfolding responded quickly, diving for cover and retrieving their weapons as they frantically radioed for support. That was to be expected. After all, this wasn’t their responsibility. But as a minute passed, then two, and a crowd was forming around the two smashed cars, the KP troopers shook off their training. Around a dozen ran forward, medics in tow, looking to quickly disperse the crowd and help those in the vehicles.That’s when the cars exploded.The fireball could be seen from several blocks away. Between the two vehicles, an Albatanian KP trooper was obliterated into a pancake, the concussion of the collision sent his head flying to space like a cork from a champagne bottle. Others were thrown onto their backs by the blast, either killed by flying shrapnel or suffering shattered bones from the impact. And that was to say nothing of the dozens of civilians. Hammertoe might have been a bit early but it is what it is he wanted, an excuse to start shooting anyways. “Stage two is a go.”

The scene smelt of burning flesh as several civilians and KP troopers rolled around in agony on the ground, screaming and crying.

LT. _____ ‘Sandman’ _____ , still in helicopter

They had been hovering for a minute and had just gotten the signal to go. The roof of the Third Directorate building would be their target as the group jumped out of the helicopter which would move out of the way and come back to retrieve them in the chaos. He pulled the chute with enough time to quickly land on the roof. The other five members of the team landed shortly after and started setting up the explosives on the roof blasting their way into the building. They landed in the analytics center, starting a small fire. “It does not surprise me that they don’t have fire alarms… but we just have to move quickly.” They moved into the hallways as two security guards ran towards where they had heard an explosion. The sound of silenced gunshots was followed by the guards falling to the ground as the Atlas team worked towards the staircase. Sandman looked at the building directory and divided the teams. “You three go to their records department, see if you can find anything interesting. We will go to the basement” He singled out some of the team members, breaking off. They started down the staircase, the path down to the boiler room was dark and dusty, and they weren’t gonna be the first people to splatter blood on these walls. Hushed voices came from behind the door, what could be assumed as paralegals. Sandman kicked the door down with him and the other operative leveling their rifles on four paralegals sitting at a large dining room style table filled with manila folders chalk full of documents. Two of the people raised their hands while the other two reached for something in their pockets. As soon as the two paralegals started to move they had a bullet in their forehead. One fell face first into the document covered table the other falling back into the wall.

“What do you want?!?!” One of them screamed, starting to cry.
“Nothing, you have to get in the corner and shut up or you're going to get a bullet. Watch them.” Sandman said, pointing at his partner as he started to pick up documents. Some of them were now covered in blood as they were shoved into a backpack. He filled up two of them with documents labeled ‘burn’ and shot the other two cowering in the corner before starting to work their way upstairs.”Team one working their way back up the staircase. Stage three.” He radioed to the rest of the team starting the evacuation. Outside the teams in the building would start firing on the KP to distract them from the extraction helicopter. Working their way to the top of the building, the two teams joined up again and made it up to the roof opening where they had originally planned to evacuate, only to find it filled with guards holding fire extinguishers battling small fires. Gunfire could now also be heard coming from outside as the KP responded to the Atlas teams in the building shooting. The Third Directorate guards immediately started to drop their fire extinguishers or catch bullets. After making quick work of the surprised security team Sandman started for the roof just as the helicopter came into view. The pilot brought it close enough to the opening where the team could hop into it and get away. As they climbed in bullets started to ping off of the side of the helicopter, KP troopers coming out of the war ministry had noticed that the helicopter had stopped over the Third Directorate. The fire which was now no longer being actively attended to had also started to consume the paper filled room as the helicopter started to climb out of its current situation. The Third Directorate being left with no idea what hit them.

Sgt. _____ ‘Hammertoe’ _____, on the ground

“Team one out.” Came over the radio, the main team always spoiled the fun.

“Okay guys, drop back, escape through the alleyways and get out of the city in teams.” He said as they started back leaving a few autocannons to continue keeping the KP occupied. He took a last survey of the scene taking it all in for a moment before following the rest of the team out of the building. As they ran out of the back alleyway they could see the helicopter fly over their heads, most likely going to beat them to the farm that Atlas had been using as their headquarters. Him and his men would follow driving pickups and suvs out of Kassau trying to blend in as civilians.

OOC: Post with Green Union and Phonixia