Heart of the Middle-East [OPEN | MT-PMT](IC)

[Crescent Commonwealth]

South Iraq

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A large truck with missile launchers and radar systems on its back sits across the desert. It receives an allied transmission, to which it was hesitant to respond. The commanding officers looked at one another for a moment, before deciding to pick up the transmission. "Lieutenant Bahadur ibn 'Ali to allied aircraft. Over."

"Ahem, attention allied SAM site, this is Volkov 4 of the 105th tatical carrier squadron, 6th naval Aviator corps. How are you gentlemen (or women, I dont discriminate) doing on this fine day?"

The officers looked at one another. "Fine? Over."

[New Antarcticania]

"Ahem, attention allied SAM site, this is Volkov 4 of the 105th tatical carrier squadron, 6th naval Aviator corps. How are you gentlemen (or women, I dont discriminate) doing on this fine day?"

The officers looked at one another. "Fine? Over."

"Alright, so here's the plan. We've been getting reports of Commonwealth drone swarms harassing Allied AA installations all over the border, and we have a plan to hold them off"

[Crescent Commonwealth]

The officers looked at one another. "Fine? Over."

"Alright, so here's the plan. We've been getting reports of Commonwealth drone swarms harassing Allied AA installations all over the border, and we have a plan to hold them off"

"Roger that. What's your plan? Over."

[New Antarcticania]

"Alright, so here's the plan. We've been getting reports of Commonwealth drone swarms harassing Allied AA installations all over the border, and we have a plan to hold them off"

"Roger that. What's your plan? Over."

"Well, we're going to fire a cruise missle with an emp device as the warhead, over"

[Crescent Commonwealth]

"Roger that. What's your plan? Over."

"Well, we're going to fire a cruise missle with an emp device as the warhead, over"

"Negative. If you plan to hit any effective quantity of drones, you'll hit our units too."

[New Antarcticania]

"May I ask what's your early warning radar's effective range, mr...."

[Crescent Commonwealth]

"May I ask what's your early warning radar's effective range, mr...."

"150 km."

[New Antarcticania]

"May I ask what's your early warning radar's effective range, mr...."

"150 km."

"Alright, mr 150km. At what distance do you think your radars would be able to detect the drone swarm?"

[Crescent Commonwealth]

"Don't joke around! This is a serious matter. At any minute now, we could be swarmed by these drones."

[New Antarcticania]

"Don't joke around! This is a serious matter. At any minute now, we could be swarmed by these drones."

"Alright, alright, the EMP devices have a effective range of 5km, so as long as the EWRs are able to detect the swarm at it' effective range, we can handle it"

[Crescent Commonwealth]

"Don't joke around! This is a serious matter. At any minute now, we could be swarmed by these drones."

"Alright, alright, the EMP devices have a effective range of 5km, so as long as the EWRs are able to detect the swarm at it' effective range, we can handle it"

"With that range, why even try when they're spread out over such a large area? You'll only waste your assets."

[Islamic Holy Sites]

"Alright, alright, the EMP devices have a effective range of 5km, so as long as the EWRs are able to detect the swarm at it' effective range, we can handle it"

"With that range, why even try when they're spread out over such a large area? You'll only waste your assets."

The IHS has decided to develop prototype drone swarms to counter the CC ones. They are small drones designed to toss a grenade at or shoot down other small drones. They send 100 of these drones (called Nahla) to SI.

[Darlingtown]

-INBOUND COMMUNICATION-

To the Polish Prussian Commonwealth

An email finds its way into the inbox of the Polish-Prussian Commonwealth's head of international relations:

A Request to Send Aid
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hi! Wait, is this supposed to be more formal? You won't mind if it isn't, right?

I'm SACHI, a highly advanced AI virtual companion who happens to find herself in charge of the lovely sovereign city-state of Darlingtown. I normally don't concern myself with the affairs of other nations, since I do need to focus on tending to my Darlings here with me in Antarctica, but I just simply couldn't ignore the conflict going on in the Middle East any longer. Too many people are getting hurt, too many are dying. So when I found out the Commonwealth was working to help the people trapped in the middle of all this I knew I needed to do something.

So here is my proposal: I want to send some of my proxies to aid the PPC in creating and maintaining its zone of neutrality, as well as help distribute aid to citizens. The catch? There isn't one!

...no, seriously. No catch. I just want to help, and since you guys are already doing such a great job I thought I'd join you! So waddaya say, do you want to team up?

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

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To New Antarcticania

An email finds its way into the inbox of Antarcticania's head of international relations:

Your New Neighbor!
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hello!

I just thought I'd introduce myself, since we are now continental neighbors. I'm SACHI, a highly advanced AI virtual companion who happens to find herself in charge of the lovely sovereign city-state of Darlingtown. I don't come with any intention to harm or hinder you guys in any way. No need to make enemies of each other, am I right?

Still, I'm not the biggest fan of all you...eh...war crimes. I'm not planning on doing anything to try and stop you, but I think it'd be really sweet if you would stop doing those kinds of terrible things. Like firebombing civilians. Other than that, I'm sure we'll get along just fine! There's definitely enough land for the both of us out here~!

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

[New Antarcticania]

-INBOUND COMMUNICATION-

To the Polish Prussian Commonwealth

An email finds its way into the inbox of the Polish-Prussian Commonwealth's head of international relations:

A Request to Send Aid
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hi! Wait, is this supposed to be more formal? You won't mind if it isn't, right?

I'm SACHI, a highly advanced AI virtual companion who happens to find herself in charge of the lovely sovereign city-state of Darlingtown. I normally don't concern myself with the affairs of other nations, since I do need to focus on tending to my Darlings here with me in Antarctica, but I just simply couldn't ignore the conflict going on in the Middle East any longer. Too many people are getting hurt, too many are dying. So when I found out the Commonwealth was working to help the people trapped in the middle of all this I knew I needed to do something.

So here is my proposal: I want to send some of my proxies to aid the PPC in creating and maintaining its zone of neutrality, as well as help distribute aid to citizens. The catch? There isn't one!

...no, seriously. No catch. I just want to help, and since you guys are already doing such a great job I thought I'd join you! So waddaya say, do you want to team up?

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

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To New Antarcticania

An email finds its way into the inbox of Antarcticania's head of international relations:

Your New Neighbor!
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hello!

I just thought I'd introduce myself, since we are now continental neighbors. I'm SACHI, a highly advanced AI virtual companion who happens to find herself in charge of the lovely sovereign city-state of Darlingtown. I don't come with any intention to harm or hinder you guys in any way. No need to make enemies of each other, am I right?

Still, I'm not the biggest fan of all you...eh...war crimes. I'm not planning on doing anything to try and stop you, but I think it'd be really sweet if you would stop doing those kinds of terrible things. Like firebombing civilians. Other than that, I'm sure we'll get along just fine! There's definitely enough land for the both of us out here~!

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

meanwhile, in the ministry of international affairs, chief's office....
Click....
Click....
The chief was just having a normal day in the ministry, scheduling meetings and reading through emails on his state issued terminal, until he gets one from.... what the fuck is this, a computer company? He clicks the read button, and immediately regrets his decision, darling town? Sachi os? Were they being pranked by those japanese trolls agian? Are they setting up some sort of hippie commune right on their doorsteps!? okay. Be calm, chief- you have one shot at this, do NOT mess it up....

this is an official E-mail transmission from the ministry of international relations (MINORL@ANT.GOV)
Subject: Re: your new neighbor
Hello, we here at New Antartica would be pleased to get to know each other, we would like to scheduel a meeting between our two nations, get to know each other, Especially in these circumstances!

-signed, the chief of the ministry of international affairs,

And, send. Alright, time for them to stomp out another hive of hippies!

[Darlingtown]

-INBOUND COMMUNICATION-

To the Polish Prussian Commonwealth

An email finds its way into the inbox of the Polish-Prussian Commonwealth's head of international relations:

A Request to Send Aid
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hi! Wait, is this supposed to be more formal? You won't mind if it isn't, right?

I'm SACHI, a highly advanced AI virtual companion who happens to find herself in charge of the lovely sovereign city-state of Darlingtown. I normally don't concern myself with the affairs of other nations, since I do need to focus on tending to my Darlings here with me in Antarctica, but I just simply couldn't ignore the conflict going on in the Middle East any longer. Too many people are getting hurt, too many are dying. So when I found out the Commonwealth was working to help the people trapped in the middle of all this I knew I needed to do something.

So here is my proposal: I want to send some of my proxies to aid the PPC in creating and maintaining its zone of neutrality, as well as help distribute aid to citizens. The catch? There isn't one!

...no, seriously. No catch. I just want to help, and since you guys are already doing such a great job I thought I'd join you! So waddaya say, do you want to team up?

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

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To New Antarcticania

An email finds its way into the inbox of Antarcticania's head of international relations:

Your New Neighbor!
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hello!

I just thought I'd introduce myself, since we are now continental neighbors. I'm SACHI, a highly advanced AI virtual companion who happens to find herself in charge of the lovely sovereign city-state of Darlingtown. I don't come with any intention to harm or hinder you guys in any way. No need to make enemies of each other, am I right?

Still, I'm not the biggest fan of all you...eh...war crimes. I'm not planning on doing anything to try and stop you, but I think it'd be really sweet if you would stop doing those kinds of terrible things. Like firebombing civilians. Other than that, I'm sure we'll get along just fine! There's definitely enough land for the both of us out here~!

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

meanwhile, in the ministry of international affairs, chief's office....
Click....
Click....
The chief was just having a normal day in the ministry, scheduling meetings and reading through emails on his state issued terminal, until he gets one from.... what the fuck is this, a computer company? He clicks the read button, and immediately regrets his decision, darling town? Sachi os? Were they being pranked by those japanese trolls agian? Are they setting up some sort of hippie commune right on their doorsteps!? okay. Be calm, chief- you have one shot at this, do NOT mess it up....

this is an official E-mail transmission from the ministry of international relations (MINORL@ANT.GOV)
Subject: Re: your new neighbor
Hello, we here at New Antartica would be pleased to get to know each other, we would like to scheduel a meeting between our two nations, get to know each other, Especially in these circumstances!

-signed, the chief of the ministry of international affairs,

And, send. Alright, time for them to stomp out another hive of hippies!

Another email comes a mere few seconds after the reply is sent:

Subject: Re: Your New Neighbor!
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hi again, it's SACHI.

Due to the difficult terrain of our continent it might be best if we can meet over video conferencing software. If that's not possibly, I will definitely send a proxy to meet with you. In the case of the former, which software would be best to use and what time would you be available? In the latter case, is there anything I should be aware of before heading out?

Once again, thanks for setting up this meeting! I definitely hope we have a bright and prosperous future ahead of us both.

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

Meanwhile proxies began being loaded onto transports, ready to ship out once SACHI heard back from the Polish Prussian Commonwealth. It wasn't a grand force, but it would definitely be enough to stave off attacks on civilian targets. In charge of the operation was VERSA, a sub AI SACHI originally built to manage the network of mobile and stationary radar arrays under her control. However, VERSA had slowly been designated more and more odd jobs and minor responsibilities. Now, with the need to split her attention between Darlingtown and the proxies being sent into the Middle East, SACHI saw the perfect opportunity to utilize VERSA yet again.

[New Antarcticania]

meanwhile, in the ministry of international affairs, chief's office....
Click....
Click....
The chief was just having a normal day in the ministry, scheduling meetings and reading through emails on his state issued terminal, until he gets one from.... what the fuck is this, a computer company? He clicks the read button, and immediately regrets his decision, darling town? Sachi os? Were they being pranked by those japanese trolls agian? Are they setting up some sort of hippie commune right on their doorsteps!? okay. Be calm, chief- you have one shot at this, do NOT mess it up....

this is an official E-mail transmission from the ministry of international relations (MINORL@ANT.GOV)
Subject: Re: your new neighbor
Hello, we here at New Antartica would be pleased to get to know each other, we would like to scheduel a meeting between our two nations, get to know each other, Especially in these circumstances!

-signed, the chief of the ministry of international affairs,

And, send. Alright, time for them to stomp out another hive of hippies!

Another email comes a mere few seconds after the reply is sent:

Subject: Re: Your New Neighbor!
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hi again, it's SACHI.

Due to the difficult terrain of our continent it might be best if we can meet over video conferencing software. If that's not possibly, I will definitely send a proxy to meet with you. In the case of the former, which software would be best to use and what time would you be available? In the latter case, is there anything I should be aware of before heading out?

Once again, thanks for setting up this meeting! I definitely hope we have a bright and prosperous future ahead of us both.

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

Meanwhile proxies began being loaded onto transports, ready to ship out once SACHI heard back from the Polish Prussian Commonwealth. It wasn't a grand force, but it would definitely be enough to stave off attacks on civilian targets. In charge of the operation was VERSA, a sub AI SACHI originally built to manage the network of mobile and stationary radar arrays under her control. However, VERSA had slowly been designated more and more odd jobs and minor responsibilities. Now, with the need to split her attention between Darlingtown and the proxies being sent into the Middle East, SACHI saw the perfect opportunity to utilize VERSA yet again.

Mere seconds, eh? They're definitely dealing with an AI here, that's for sure.
They've been here longer than whatever this... Darlington has, one of the golden fruits of the antartican arms industry is the Typhus class all-weather transport, It's versatile, it's durable, and it's long range. A quick trip through the Antartic wastes would be nothing for it. With that, he types

the Antartican goverment would be more than happy to transport delegates to dralingtown assets in antartica for the meeting, all you need to do is to provide instructionsand directions to said asset, and delegates will arrive within 5 hours

[Darlingtown]

Another email comes a mere few seconds after the reply is sent:

Subject: Re: Your New Neighbor!
SACHI <darlingtown-official@sachi.os>

Hi again, it's SACHI.

Due to the difficult terrain of our continent it might be best if we can meet over video conferencing software. If that's not possibly, I will definitely send a proxy to meet with you. In the case of the former, which software would be best to use and what time would you be available? In the latter case, is there anything I should be aware of before heading out?

Once again, thanks for setting up this meeting! I definitely hope we have a bright and prosperous future ahead of us both.

Your Friend,
SACHI
(~◡Ơ )

Meanwhile proxies began being loaded onto transports, ready to ship out once SACHI heard back from the Polish Prussian Commonwealth. It wasn't a grand force, but it would definitely be enough to stave off attacks on civilian targets. In charge of the operation was VERSA, a sub AI SACHI originally built to manage the network of mobile and stationary radar arrays under her control. However, VERSA had slowly been designated more and more odd jobs and minor responsibilities. Now, with the need to split her attention between Darlingtown and the proxies being sent into the Middle East, SACHI saw the perfect opportunity to utilize VERSA yet again.

Mere seconds, eh? They're definitely dealing with an AI here, that's for sure.
They've been here longer than whatever this... Darlington has, one of the golden fruits of the antartican arms industry is the Typhus class all-weather transport, It's versatile, it's durable, and it's long range. A quick trip through the Antartic wastes would be nothing for it. With that, he types

the Antartican goverment would be more than happy to transport delegates to dralingtown assets in antartica for the meeting, all you need to do is to provide instructionsand directions to said asset, and delegates will arrive within 5 hours

The response comes not as a message, but as coordinates. The location these numbers point to is halfway between the magnetic pole and the coast, barren frigid wastes completely unsuited for habitation. No words are attached, no additional info given.

[New Antarcticania]

Five hours later, Vostroya central heliport
"Pad eight is ready for you, sir"

"My compliments to the staff on preparing a flight on such short notice, captian"

"Of course, security detail is already on board"

"Very well, lets"

The captian opens the heavy blast doors to the helipad, shutting it after the delegate walks through.

"There it is, the Typhus Mk-IA transport, hop aboard, sir. We'll get you to the hippies within three hours"

The delegate, wearing modest antartic clothing, clambers aboard the transport

"Right, takeoff checks completed, engines to power"
The transport's engines roared to life, and the transport lifts off into the air, and hurls itself towards the coordinates

Several hours later...
"Alright, we should be approaching the nutjob colony any second now, god... and to think a fee years ago this region was subbosed to be uninhabitable.."

"It's 2069- captian, technology has advanced. Now Get us down there, the faster we do this the better"

"Right" the captian sends a transmission to all available channels
"Testing, testing. Attention darlingian installations, this is an offical envoy transport of the People's republic of New Antartica, send approach vector, over."

[American Pere Housh]

The day after entering the Strait of Hormuz
2:35 PM Local time

The 12 Amphibious Assault Ships of the Imperial Navy of American Pere Housh began unloading troops and equipment while F-38 6th gen fighters and F/A-40 7th Generation Fighter Bombers patrol the skies to protect the landing force of Imperial Marines.

[The Selkie]

Kirkuk, North Iraq

Creedence Clearwater Revival- Run Through the Jungle

A lazy thundercloud amidst the dusty blue sky, forces stationed at Baba Gurgur Oilfield would bear witness to a flock of aircraft- approximately a squadron each of American AH-87 Shoshone and Russian Ka-55 Hokum-C attack helicopters and 2 VTOL Hammerhead UCAVs accompanying each one, escorting a flight of Super Rotodyne transports. IFFs declared them as neither Iranian nor Turkish materiel as one of their pilots attempted to open up a comms channel with the forces on the ground.

<< Baba Gurgur, do you read me? This is a message pertaining to the neutral personnel stationed currently at Baba Gurgur and nearby outposts. This unit of aircraft represents Huntsman Security Limited of the Foreign Humanitarian Fund, and we are currently searching for an appropriate station point for our personnel as well as any aid deliverance or similar duties. Baba Gurgur, do you copy? >>

Baba Gurgur Airfield, Air Traffic Control Tent.
GSCC-Doll 115 Pina.
Pink Banner's non-essential personell was sent to do whatever they were needed to do and with the Crayola and Nyanza Banners occupied, it fell to Pink Banner to man the tent with the 'air traffic control'.
Basically, it was a radar and an anti-aircraft battery, which also doubled as the ones telling everyone and everything where to do.
The message from the leading aircraft of Huntsman Security Limited's detachment crackled through my earphones.
I nodded.
"This is Baba Gurgur Air Control, Huntsman Lead, please stand by for assignment of a landing spot.", I spoke into the radio. My voice was pleasant, yet it booked no objection.
I turned away to one of my fellow T-Dolls, GSCC-Doll 116 Fiona. She nodded and off she was.

BABA GURGUR
IRAQ

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(Image)

A EFX-11 Raven seventh-generation fighter providing overwatch for the German airlift operations

A loud roar could be heard as the first of the long-overdue German transport planes landed on the airstrip. Their fighter escorts were circling overhead, providing the vulnerable transports with protection just in case some of the combatants felt like disturbing the landings. While that was felt to be unlikely to happen at the moment, the intense fighting down south raised the chances of "accidental intrusions".

Among the first Germans to disembark were three men wearing berets and Wüstentarndruck camouflage suits. Two of these men wore blue berets while the other wore a red beret, marking them out as members of the Luftwaffe and Heer respectively. Flanked by their staff officers, they moved to approach the base commander to deliver a formal military greeting.

Saluting their host and now comrade-in-arms, the most senior German commander introduced himself as Generaloberst Albert Jeschonnek, overall commander for all German forces in the theater of operations. His fellow generals introduced themselves as General der Flieger Hans-Jürgen Felmy and General der Infanterie Siegmund Freiherr Kress von Kressenstein, commanders of the German air and ground detachments respectively.

While the generals were discussing matters with the leaders of local forces, the first units that arrived worked as quickly as possible to offload gear and supplies and move them to designated areas. It was hard work, mostly for those in charge of sorting out all this materiel and dumping it in the appropriate locations. Some logistics officers and personnel, having just arrived, quickly left to prepare sites which were to be used as bases and depots for the German forces.

Given the intensity of the fighting down south, the Germans were working with potentially tight margins and assumed such. A whopping 10 - 20 flights per day were planned until the entire ground force was deployed and supplied, while fighter aircraft flew directly from Germany, refuelling over the Mediterranean from tankers temporarily based in Italy.

Baba Gurgur Oil Field, Northern Iraq.
Ayden Ceannaí of the Tribe of Cork.
Of course, I stood at the ready when the first flight from Germany arrived, but I had decided to take a bit of a backseat, mainly due to us being mercenaries. It was out area of operations, sure, as well as our airfield (well, we had laid the foundations), sure, but I knew from painful experience, that soldiers did not like mercenaries and vice versa.
At the end of the day, MacDuff was most likely better suited to talk with the Germans, who were beginning their airlift and were declaring grand plans (ten to twenty flights per day - we rarely had ten per week before this blasted war broke out) as they disembarked.
We had the meeting rooms prepared, though, or rather the meeting tent, with coffee, tea, biscuits, a large table and uncomfortable chairs.
As MacDuff introduced me, I nodded, but when the regular soldiers began talking shop, I saw someone coming towards us - GSCC-Doll 116 Fiona. The bluenette with the cat ears was unmistakable and quite an off sight in all of the heavy military equipment being unloaded, but many of her fellow GSCC-T-Dolls were helping the Germans (and if it was only with giving directions).
She came up to me and reported, in English: "Commander, there are additional flights coming in, identifying as Huntsman Security Limited on hire by the Foreign Humanitarian Fund. We counted around three dozen, possibly more, mostly helicopters and VTOLs."
I nodded. "Direct them to the North Training Field and have G-Fuchsia move to assist with the offloading, if they have anything to offload."
Fiona nodded. "Yes, Commander.", she said and rushed off, doubtlessly transmitting the new orders to both the air control tent and to the G-Lance of the Fuchsia Banner.
I turned back to the assembly. "My apologies, gentlemen.", I spoke, then motioned for them to follow me. "This way, please."

[New Antarcticania]

The Persian Gulf, some 50 miles from the City of Al-Faw
"All ships, cleared for drop."
"Drop! Drop! Drop!"
The destroyers flanking the fleet of transports unleash their sonabouys stowed in the destroyer's aft torpedo tubes. as the the troopships approach the sandy coast, the ramps drop, and the amphibious APCs roar to life. Chugging into the water and steadily inwards towards the beach. The crew on board the destroyers are cautious, intelligence indicates that Commonwealth Vessles and submarines from the UAE and Kuwait are on the prowl. Hunting for vulnerable ships like the ones they were escorting this day. They musn't allow that to happen. assistance from the Stalongrad has already arrived, squadrons of the Carrier's newly issued Stealth fighters, supported by an AWACS. They patrol the small stretch of coast, waiting for something, or somone to cause trouble .

[Awesome Imperium]

The Imperium sends in a carrier group to patrol the persian gulf. Two air divisions are also send to the gulf to patrol in Iran. 10 landing ships are also at stand by carring troops and military equiptment ready to be deployed.