Armeno-Ukcrossian War (IC)

[Mets Hayk]

ARMENO-UKCROSSIAN WAR
OOC THREAD

INTRO
Twas all too quiet in the Balkans...

Though it was widely thought that the deal with the Olpenese would - at last - end centuries' worth of ethnic tensions in the Balkans...both sides failed to account for the Ukcrossians; a despotic state - of whom owned a bit of the region themselves. And...well - in true warlike fashion, they'd went and threatened Armenia's sovereignty...yet another foe to add to the list. Their initial attacks were simple...albeit terroristic in nature. Their second, though? Twas all too coordinated, and all too reminiscent of Pearl Harbour - with violent attacks on the island of Crete occurring in quick succession. Indeed - Twas an affront to world peace...and an affront to the holiest of nations. A response was awaited...and a responce they gave...one in an undoubtedly appropriate fashion. Twas time - yet again - for hell on Earth to be unleashed.

Let slip the dogs of war...

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18:56
Nafplio, Peloponnesian Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

There sat Tavor Skendarian...

The flames from Crete could be seen from Nafplio...and the sounds of distant explosions shook every Armenian to their very core...and as such - questions spread about. Were they next? Would they too fall victim to the horrible bombs - their flesh melted into the streets, and their bones turned to ash? Had their foe no humanity, nor a conscience? What would happen if the Balkans fell? None of them were bad questions, per se...but they gave an insight to the Armenian peoples' pessimism. Besides - they'd knew that, were Armenia to lose, they wouldn't be spared. Barbarians such as these aren't exactly known for their mercy.

Enter Hrach Balikian - the viceroy's most trusted minister.

"Sir," whispered Balikian, "His Imperial Majesty has arrived..."

"Tell him I'll be right there," the viceroy responded...his eyes still fixated on the burning island. "Tell me, Hrach...are you a man of faith?"

"Of course, sir...why?"

Skendarian chuckled...for he could hear the uneasiness in the man's voice. Perhaps - just perhaps - Twas God's judgment befallen on the Godless usurpers who hid amongst the government's ranks. He was certain of it...and only he knew the truth. With that, he turned to face Balikian, stood up - and followed...keeping quiet until he'd found himself face-to-face with His Imperial Majesty; his laurels glimmering in the well-lit room.

"Your Imperial Majesty..."

Hovhannes turned to face Balikian, promptly dismissing him. Twas private business, after all...besides - some people couldn't be trusted to keep quiet...let alone a man whose job was completely unrelated to the situation at hand.

"You asked to see me?"

Hovhannes nodded, motioning for his cousin to sit...before - of course - taking a seat himself.

"Please, cousin...there's no need for formalities. Now...er - what's the situation as of late?"

Tavor sighed...for he knew that Twas less than favourable. The fleets had yet to be deployed - and defensive lines were still in the midst of being constructed. This, of course, contradicted his claims that such work would be done in no-time...but - hopefully - twouldn't be that much of an inconvenience. The might of the Armenians stood above all, right?

"I'm going to be honest with you, Hovhannes...it's uh - hard to tell. We've - uh - barely got the fleets rolling yet..."

Hovhannes slammed his staff into the floor...sending a loud bang ringing throughout the empty room.

"What do you mean you haven't gotten our boys out there?", he asked...a grimace on his face, "I gave you one order - for fuck's sake...do you want them on our doorstep by tomorrow?"

"Hovhannes, but...I-"

"No 'buts' - cousin", the emperor interjected, "You are to mobilize all capable troops by today...or you're out of a job. Do you understand?"

"Yessir..."

"Good...Now, I shall return later in the week. I expect a more favourable report."

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With that, the Armenian Mediterranean Fleet - greatly expanded since the war against Muqaddasia - advanced towards Crete...accompanied by a significant portion of the 1st Air Corps.

[Trans-Uralia]

18:36
Kalinivir Port, Taurida Oblast, Southern Military District, Trans-Uralian Federation

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Private Yakiv Šerech of the 55th Mountain Motor Rifle Brigade was sitting beside other conscripts just like him in the

Kalinivir Port in Southeastern Taurida. He had managed to avoid getting sent to Ukraine for awhile, but he wondered

how long that would last. Now here is sitting in a port waiting to board the Large Assault Landing Ship "Nikolay

Filchenkov", which is to be sent either to what he thinks will be the Balkans or Crete. He doesn't know.

He looks up and down his AK-74M when he snaps out of it when he hears the call to board.


He and the other conscripts pick up their things and walk up the ramp into the Landing Ship.


Where ever he was going, he knew that he might not get to see home again. He knew he had to kill those

Godless Ukcrossians, just as he was taught in School and in Boot Camp, but it felt different actually going
off to go do it.


The ramp closed on the ship, and after awhile the Boat began to move and leave port. They were on their way

to the Mediterranean, towards the Island of Crete.

[Neo-Western East Korea]

Busan, Neo-Korea

As Borislav watched the men be loaded into the ships, he wondered if this would be the conflict to define him.

When he had gotten the message telling him to assemble his forces for ANOTHER foreign war, he had silently wondered if the CGC had finally lost their minds (although, arguably, they did so when they silently betrayed the Paramount Leader's Legacy).

Although, as he watched the seemingly-endless march of his men unto the ships, he almost felt a sense of pride in how far he had come from a mere soldier, only to step on that sense immediately when he set his eyes on one of the naval captains who would be escorting them.

He and the NKPN had never been particularly friendly, considering a few..... incidents, back in his younger days, and he was loathe to rely on them to get to some damned thing in the balkans, although it wasn't as if he could simply march there.

Noting the gesture of the captain, he made his way unto one of the ships, and began preparing for a long journey.....

[Gonswanza]

Suez Canal, Egypt.

As the massive line of ships cruise through the canal, some questioned just what hell was going on, as Gonswanzan flags are flown from the ships rather proudly. The Longsword class capital ship led the advance, with the Republic class type 1 Poseidon following close behind, as tourists and civilians crowded the shores to take photos of the epic movement of ships.

Indeed, it was truly epic, though other transports opted to take the long route in, to reach their destination faster with far less support, carrying urgent cargo. Even then, they'd be met by airborne infantry and units, offering support where the navy failed.

Skies over Cyprus, Cyprus.

Speaking of, a flight of Blackbirds were sent out from Nevada to Cyprus to monitor the situation, with UCAVs like the Harpy and Harpy II being flown out ahead of everyone as well to gather information and strike targets of interest long before anyone could get their boots on the ground. At least, on the Gonswanzan side. Making routine flights, it was a high risk, high reward operation as the high flying aircraft and drones set to work, with the first images being patched through to the incoming fleet and aircraft en route to deploy infantry and armor.

So far, so good...

... Though the drones that were also cruising in have yet to find their targets, being controlled from Pandora Island.

[Ukcross]

Ukcrossian high command realizes the mistake they had made, they didn't make allies before they declared war. The order is given, All troops withdraw from any offensive combat and fall back to Libya and Ukcross to defend their land. The 67,000 troops of the Ukcrossian Armed forces from Greece and Crete. They take position in Ukcross and Libya and Reinforce the now over 200k in Libya and the 500k in the Ukcrossian home army.

The Ukcrossian government demands that Trans-Uralia release their ambassador as he has diplomatic immunity. Ukcrossian UA-62s engage Uralian jets, and the 3rd Ukcrossian fleet withdraws on high alert to Libya

[The King Isle]

Before Tartanian Troops were loaded on to boats, they were permitted to let their families see them before they went on the boats so they could say goodbye in case they died. Then the National Anthem was Sung by the Tartanian troops;

"I pledge myself to thee,

My glorious Country,

Most great and powerful,

Most serene to us,

We will march on,

March on to Victory,

To die for the Motherland,

Is to be free,

And so we fight for thee,

Our glorious Country,

Forever free!"

The troops were then loaded on to the Ships. The Tartanian Government has ordered an attack on Ukcross. These troops are a part of a military operation to topple The Ukcross Government in aid of Armenia.

[Ukcross]

Before Tartanian Troops were loaded on to boats, they were permitted to let their families see them before they went on the boats so they could say goodbye in case they died. Then the National Anthem was Sung by the Tartanian troops;

"I pledge myself to thee,

My glorious Country,

Most great and powerful,

Most serene to us,

We will march on,

March on to Victory,

To die for the Motherland,

Is to be free,

And so we fight for thee,

Our glorious Country,

Forever free!"

The troops were then loaded on to the Ships. The Tartanian Government has ordered an attack on Ukcross. These troops are a part of a military operation to topple The Ukcross Government in aid of Armenia.

OOC: Where is TKI, Where are you landing and how many troops?

[The King Isle]

Before Tartanian Troops were loaded on to boats, they were permitted to let their families see them before they went on the boats so they could say goodbye in case they died. Then the National Anthem was Sung by the Tartanian troops;

"I pledge myself to thee,

My glorious Country,

Most great and powerful,

Most serene to us,

We will march on,

March on to Victory,

To die for the Motherland,

Is to be free,

And so we fight for thee,

Our glorious Country,

Forever free!"

The troops were then loaded on to the Ships. The Tartanian Government has ordered an attack on Ukcross. These troops are a part of a military operation to topple The Ukcross Government in aid of Armenia.

OOC: Where is TKI, Where are you landing and how many troops?

OOC: North, 10,000 troops. I'm not called by TKI anymore. Its now Tartania. Tartania's mainland is Cuba while it has territories like Denmark and parts of Germany, Britain, Ireland, And an island in the Atlantic

[Mets Hayk]

Ukcrossian high command realizes the mistake they had made, they didn't make allies before they declared war. The order is given, All troops withdraw from any offensive combat and fall back to Libya and Ukcross to defend their land. The 67,000 troops of the Ukcrossian Armed forces from Greece and Crete. They take position in Ukcross and Libya and Reinforce the now over 200k in Libya and the 500k in the Ukcrossian home army.

The Ukcrossian government demands that Trans-Uralia release their ambassador as he has diplomatic immunity. Ukcrossian UA-62s engage Uralian jets, and the 3rd Ukcrossian fleet withdraws on high alert to Libya

22:35
Crete, Crete Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

"Well...would you look at that?", asked the fleet's commander - vice admiral Khatchig Vartanian, "Those bastards are running away!"

Twas a glorious sight indeed..

The sight of the fleeing barbarians was much needed...and was met with great jubilation. Be it the cheers or the roaring laughter of the troops - Twas this, combined with their desire to defend the fatherland, that bolstered their spirits...besides - Twas they who'd watched the island burn for many an hour...and Twas they who were itching to reclaim it. This massive withdrawal had proven what they'd expected...that being a simple - yet powerful - message: the Ukcrossians were afraid; for Twas the Armenians, not they, who would exhibit naval dominance over the Mediterranean. And so, let the thunder of victory rumble...for the Armenians - despite not having fired a single shot - had somehow won back Crete...indeed, an embarrassment for their foes. Something that was oh-so deserved.

The fleet promptly sent a message to their allies...

"Crete is secure...
Now, tis a race to Libya."

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Meanwhile...

Nafplio, Peloponnesian Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

Enter Hrach Balikian...

"Sir", the man shouted, his voice filled with joy, "Crete's been won!"

Twas interesting news indeed...besides - he'd thought that the battle would've taken a lot longer. Perhaps Twasn't God's punishment of the 'Godless'; but rather God's reward to one of - if not the holiest - nation on Earth. As long as the Cathedral and Church of St. Minas stood - the island would not fall...and he was sure of it. And if Crete would not fall - neither would the Balkans...nor Armenia. If anything - such a victory only reaffirmed his view of Armenia as an 'undefeatable force'. Putting aside his cup of tea - he arose.

"Hrach...has His Imperial Majesty been informed of this news?"

Hrach nodded his head...for Hovhannes was one of the first to be notified.

"Excellent..."

[Ukcross]

OOC: Where is TKI, Where are you landing and how many troops?

OOC: North, 10,000 troops. I'm not called by TKI anymore. Its now Tartania. Tartania's mainland is Cuba while it has territories like Denmark and parts of Germany, Britain, Ireland, And an island in the Atlantic

OOC: oh, gotcha Tartania. Btw u know Ukcross is located in.. i'll send it in discord

[South Olpen]

Secretly, the Olpenese North Atlantic Logistic Corp begin shipping guns, artillery, and other war equipment to Armenia. Guarded by 14 escorts, it may also serve as an excuse to get involved in the onflict if Ukcross attacks the shipping. For this reason, some of the shipping vessels are not labeled as Olpenese, instead recieving no label.

[Ukcross]

Ukcrossian high command realizes the mistake they had made, they didn't make allies before they declared war. The order is given, All troops withdraw from any offensive combat and fall back to Libya and Ukcross to defend their land. The 67,000 troops of the Ukcrossian Armed forces from Greece and Crete. They take position in Ukcross and Libya and Reinforce the now over 200k in Libya and the 500k in the Ukcrossian home army.

The Ukcrossian government demands that Trans-Uralia release their ambassador as he has diplomatic immunity. Ukcrossian UA-62s engage Uralian jets, and the 3rd Ukcrossian fleet withdraws on high alert to Libya

22:35
Crete, Crete Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

"Well...would you look at that?", asked the fleet's commander - vice admiral Khatchig Vartanian, "Those bastards are running away!"

Twas a glorious sight indeed..

The sight of the fleeing barbarians was much needed...and was met with great jubilation. Be it the cheers or the roaring laughter of the troops - Twas this, combined with their desire to defend the fatherland, that bolstered their spirits...besides - Twas they who'd watched the island burn for many an hour...and Twas they who were itching to reclaim it. This massive withdrawal had proven what they'd expected...that being a simple - yet powerful - message: the Ukcrossians were afraid; for Twas the Armenians, not they, who would exhibit naval dominance over the Mediterranean. And so, let the thunder of victory rumble...for the Armenians - despite not having fired a single shot - had somehow won back Crete...indeed, an embarrassment for their foes. Something that was oh-so deserved.

The fleet promptly sent a message to their allies...

"Crete is secure...
Now, tis a race to Libya."

---

Meanwhile...

Nafplio, Peloponnesian Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

Enter Hrach Balikian...

"Sir", the man shouted, his voice filled with joy, "Crete's been won!"

Twas interesting news indeed...besides - he'd thought that the battle would've taken a lot longer. Perhaps Twasn't God's punishment of the 'Godless'; but rather God's reward to one of - if not the holiest - nation on Earth. As long as the Cathedral and Church of St. Minas stood - the island would not fall...and he was sure of it. And if Crete would not fall - neither would the Balkans...nor Armenia. If anything - such a victory only reaffirmed his view of Armenia as an 'undefeatable force'. Putting aside his cup of tea - he arose.

"Hrach...has His Imperial Majesty been informed of this news?"

Hrach nodded his head...for Hovhannes was one of the first to be notified.

"Excellent..."

The Ukcrossians don't forget to rig explosives in every town they find, every road and in the beaches. They leave the temples and ancient structures untouched, as the commander an avid historian doesn't like the idea of destroying artifacts.
The Ukcrossians now in control of all of Libya reinforce Libya with 90,000 and a conscription drive leaves 100,000 well trained and well equipped conscripts ready in the home islands. Anti Ship Missiles are fired at any hostile ship coming close to Libya, and UA-62s shoot warning shots at non-Ukcrossian commercial planes, and if they don't comply with a immediate landing order, they will be shot down. Hostile aircraft will receive no warning

[Mets Hayk]

22:35
Crete, Crete Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

"Well...would you look at that?", asked the fleet's commander - vice admiral Khatchig Vartanian, "Those bastards are running away!"

Twas a glorious sight indeed..

The sight of the fleeing barbarians was much needed...and was met with great jubilation. Be it the cheers or the roaring laughter of the troops - Twas this, combined with their desire to defend the fatherland, that bolstered their spirits...besides - Twas they who'd watched the island burn for many an hour...and Twas they who were itching to reclaim it. This massive withdrawal had proven what they'd expected...that being a simple - yet powerful - message: the Ukcrossians were afraid; for Twas the Armenians, not they, who would exhibit naval dominance over the Mediterranean. And so, let the thunder of victory rumble...for the Armenians - despite not having fired a single shot - had somehow won back Crete...indeed, an embarrassment for their foes. Something that was oh-so deserved.

The fleet promptly sent a message to their allies...

"Crete is secure...
Now, tis a race to Libya."

---

Meanwhile...

Nafplio, Peloponnesian Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

Enter Hrach Balikian...

"Sir", the man shouted, his voice filled with joy, "Crete's been won!"

Twas interesting news indeed...besides - he'd thought that the battle would've taken a lot longer. Perhaps Twasn't God's punishment of the 'Godless'; but rather God's reward to one of - if not the holiest - nation on Earth. As long as the Cathedral and Church of St. Minas stood - the island would not fall...and he was sure of it. And if Crete would not fall - neither would the Balkans...nor Armenia. If anything - such a victory only reaffirmed his view of Armenia as an 'undefeatable force'. Putting aside his cup of tea - he arose.

"Hrach...has His Imperial Majesty been informed of this news?"

Hrach nodded his head...for Hovhannes was one of the first to be notified.

"Excellent..."

The Ukcrossians don't forget to rig explosives in every town they find, every road and in the beaches. They leave the temples and ancient structures untouched, as the commander an avid historian doesn't like the idea of destroying artifacts.
The Ukcrossians now in control of all of Libya reinforce Libya with 90,000 and a conscription drive leaves 100,000 well trained and well equipped conscripts ready in the home islands. Anti Ship Missiles are fired at any hostile ship coming close to Libya, and UA-62s shoot warning shots at non-Ukcrossian commercial planes, and if they don't comply with a immediate landing order, they will be shot down. Hostile aircraft will receive no warning

23:30
Heraklion, Crete Governorate, Viceroyalty of the Balkans
Holy Armenian Empire

"Christ...what kind of sick fuck leaves bombs in an orphanage?", asked one of the soldiers as he shifted through the rubble...

"Well - that's a good question," responded the lieutenant, "but...I've grown to expect this type of shit. Remember what they did back in Serbia?"

And remember he did... for he was but a mere conscript, fresh out of university, who'd been tossed into the war. He didn't want to enter a service career...no - the young soldier sought a career in something more menial; be it the likes of construction or retail. Twasn't his fault that he was drafted...nor was it his fault that he'd found himself in the ruins of a once great city...no - for he was more a victim of fate than he was of himself. He knew this...and he knew that - if he could - he'd desert...yet there was this everlasting sense of commitment lingering throughout the ranks. Something - be it his patriotism or the newfound sense of purpose - kept him there. And so, he kept digging as his comrades searched for any remaining mines. Then it hit him...and he found himself face-to-face with one of the said devices, having gone undetonated; and his hand firmly planted on it. Were he to move - he'd be dead...and he knew it.

"Oh...Jesus Christ," he whispered.

The lieutenant approached cautiously...hoping - praying - that Twasn't a body.

"What is it?"

With his free hand, the soldier pointed to the mine...its dirty, silverish colour all-too evident.

"Jesus Christ...uh - just, uh, stay there; yeah? I'm gonna go get you some help!"

The poor soldier - but an age of twenty-three, trembled before the mercy of the device before - eventually - his arm gave out...and it did too - sending him flying. Indeed, Twas a shame...but a sight that would, no doubt, become all-too common in this war. The late soldier's comrades marched him out of the rubble in a bodybag...and - with great haste - arranged for it to be sent back to Armenia, as Twas protocol.

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Meanwhile...

Krivak-class frigate Dashnaktsutyun
In-between Crete and Libya
Mediterranean Sea

Enter Chief Mate Artemiy Kosomov...

"Sir," Artemiy whispered, "should I give the message?"

Khatchig nodded...for it was time for the quote-unquote 'race to Libya'. Twas his forces that had landed first in Crete - as it would be his forces that broke through the foes' lines at the Libyan Coasts...thus making victory inevitable. Twas too early to tell, however - and it grew ever-evident that, no matter the might of the Mediterranean Fleet, they wouldn't be able to single-handedly drive out the Ukcrossians' coastal defenses. Twould be stupid to even attempt such...for - without a doubt - twould be a death trap. And so, the first mate gave the order - of which was as simple as the last one...and one that - undoubtedly - would change the course of the war:

"Advance on Libya."

[Trans-Uralia]

16:52
Heraklion Port, Crete

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The Large Assault Landing Ship "Nikolay Filchenkov" had been sailing for roughly 38 hours since it's departure

from southeastern Taurida. Once the long journey for the ship and the crew had ended, the ship had docked in

the newly liberated city of Heraklion. The ship is expected to be done refueling within 20 hours and will be able

to reinforce the ships headed towards the Libyan coast. Soldiers onboard are expected to aid in assistance in the

final steps of the liberation Heraklion by sending sapper teams to clear up left over mines and explosives, clearing

rubble, and aiding the local civilians. Remaining Mountain Motor Rifles Units onboard are ordered to clear any

remaining Ukcross elements from the island and are to neutralize any enemy soldier.

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One of the Uralian sapper squads accidentally sets off a series of mines within a section of the Heraklion city center,

causing a chain reaction that levels multiple blocks of Heraklion. On the other end of the city, another Uralian sapper

squad sees the smoke billowing from the center following a large explosion. "Hey, do you see that?" Asks one of

the sappers. The second sapper turns in the direction where he heard the large explosion and sees the huge plume of

smoke. "Do you think one of ours set off a few explosives by accident? Poor guys." The second says casually. The

first presses on his radio mounted on his vest and speaks into it "This is Bodun-2, What set off that explosion?"

Through the receiver, another sapper squad replies "Bodun-2, this is Bodun-5, we believe that Bodun-7 was clearing

that area of the city. They might've set it off." "Copy, Bodun-5, proceed with caution." The sapper takes his

finger off the radio and moves to get back to clearing any remaining explosives. He enters a residential building and

begins to look around for any explosives. So continues the job of the sappers.

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01:53
Mediterranean Sea

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The remaining ships from the taskforce of the Uralian intervention units had departed from Heraklion towards the

Libyan Coast. The Five Tapir Class Large Assault Landing Ships had departed in the early hours of the morning in

order to not attract any enemy aircraft to the formation of the landing ships. From there it would be a very quick

sail from Heraklion to the coast of Libya, taking approximately 3-4 hours. Soldiers onboard are ordered to ready

their weapons and to ensure that all vehicles onboard are in perfect working order. As given to the commanding

officers onboard, Uralian troops are ordered to set up an occupation zone in Northeastern Libya, with such major

cities as Tobruk and Benghazi being within the ordered zone of occupation. Within this zone of occupation, martial

law is to be conducted and any agitators will be arrested and killed.

[Gonswanza]

With news of the sudden retreat, the fleet and incoming units are redirected to Libya and neighboring Tunasia, in an attempt to push forces around. Of course, once the fleet does escape the Suez, they make way for Tripoli, as the drones are redirected to strike the capital itself.

Blackbirds soon have to turn to cover a greater area, while early warning aircraft follow suit.

Indeed, when the first forces do arrive in Tunasia, they end up having to skirmish with local law enforcement before proceeding over the border, using Coastal Road Rasigdir to try to funnel their way into the region.

Aircraft from Gonswanza arrive shortly thereafter in Cyprus, but with mined runways, they can't land. Instead, they resort to landing in fields to refuel, while drones are launched from Poseidon once Tripoli is within range.

The battle for Ras' Ajdir has begun, though the Gonswanzans have more than enough artillery and armor to overwhelm whatever may meet them, perhaps, at the small border town.

[Neo-Western East Korea]

The Ocean.
13 Hours after Departure From Busan.

As Borislav reflected on the message they had been sent, the only thought on his mind was that things were going to go horribly.

He had been ready to turn around when he had seen that their Allies had already gotten Crete (or whatever island they were fighting over) back, but apparently the CGC desired land in Libya, and so onwards he went.

The men did not seem to share his pessimism, drinking and shouting as they gradually moved closer and closer to their deaths, but as the voyage to Armenia continued, Borislav was silent.

[Mets Hayk]

00:11
Krivak-class frigate Dashnaktsutyun
Off the coast of Tripoli, Mediterranean Sea

"Sir", whispered the Chief Mate, "should we engage the target?"

"Let 'em have it," the vice admiral nodded, "it's about damn time..."

Let rain glorious hellfire...and let slip the most glorious battle.

The Dashnaktsutyun's four AK-726s quickly fired in succession...all of which - of course - targeted the enemy's defenses along the coast. Twas their main target, after all...and its fall would most certainly allow for a large-scale advance through the rest of Libya...and would, at last, avenge the lives of the martyrs lost at Crete - memories of whom kept the fleet going. It didn't matter that these people - most of whom were complete strangers to the sailors - were just that...it mattered that they were, by all means, their countrymen. People whom vested their utmost trust, and their utmost loyalty to the Armenian cause...all cut down so mercilessly. It was this fact - more so than even the invasion itself - that truly motivated them all. Twould be a war not for themselves - but for the thousands of souls who had fallen victim to such a barbaric attack. Twas - undoubtedly - for a noble cause...and that fact alone was more than enough motivation.

Indeed, the emperor would be proud...

[Trans-Uralia]

04:23-12:52
Northern Libya

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The five remaining Tapir Class Large Assault Landing Ships had landed unexpectedly on the shores of Libya,

with three reaching the shore a few km away from Benghazi and the other two landing near the city of

Tobruk. Columns of BTRs and GAZ TIGR Humvees leave the landing ships and make their way into the cities.

The lack of any resistance from any Ukcross forces was almost shocking to the troops in the column, but a

welcome surprise definetly. Multiple squads accompanied by a BTR and a GAZ TIGR set up checkpoints around

the city, while a larger squad comprised of about 50 soldiers from the 74th Guards Motor Rifle Brigade and

80 soldiers from the 35th Separate Guards Motor Rifle Brigade are ordered to seize the local police stations

and places of local administration. Combat Engineers are called to search houses and street for any explosives

or weapons.

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One of the Combat Engineer teams is searching an apartment complex in Northern Benghazi when reports of

a hostile are received by Occupational Command of North Cyrenaica (OCNC). A squad of about 10 Combat

Engineers stack up on the front door to the apartment building. The first one in line gives the signal to breach

the building.



The Engineers enter the building and hear yelling coming from one of the upper floors. Avrora-1 gives the signal

to 5 of the engineers, a handful of them being conscripts right out of highschool, to take the 2nd stairway and to

clear the 2nd floor while the remaining 4 are to stick with Avrora-1 to go up the 1st stairway. The teams go up their

respective stairways, clearing each of the floors for any contraband weapons or explosives. The team makes it to the

5th Floor. Avrora-5 and Avrora-8 stack on the door to Apartment 21. Avrora-8 knocks on the door. At first there's silence,

so he knocks again and is this time met with gunfire from the other side of the door, mortally wounding him. Avrora-3

drags Avrora-8 to safety while Avrora-9 backs up Avrora-5. The two wait for whoever is on the other side to reload,

before they breach into the apartment. The gunfire stops, and Avrora-9 kicks in the door. Avrora-9 and Avrora-5 enter

the apartment and aim their guns at a man in his 20's holding an AKM. "PUT DOWN THE GUN!" Avrora-5 barks at

the man, this doesn't deter him and keeps attemping to reload his AKM. Avrora-5 and Avrora-9 shoot the man dead.

Similar reports of local militants are received by the OCNC across the occupation zone.



The OCNC prepares a separate task force of 5 BTRs and 10 GAZ TIGR Humvees to make an excursion into Ukcross held

territory in the North, expecting to meet with heavy resistance.

[Neo-Western East Korea]

Libyan Sea (the portion of the Mediterranean north of Libya)
40 Hours after departure from Busan

It had been a long voyage, but they had finally managed to arrive in what was (currently) allied territory.

Fighting had already commenced in Libya itself, and Borislav was cognizant of the fact his forces were….. not exactly capable, per say, of the same level of military viability as their allies, and thus, they would have to perform an operation less taxing than some that may become available later in the campaign.

The least (currently) hostile place was (at the moment) the areas directly below the Uralian’s current soon-to-be occupation zone, and thus, he decided to send a message.

Communication Between Neo-Korean Infantry Assets and Uralian Forces.

Greetings, comrades of a different land.

As we are both currently embroiled in the same conflict, and thus possessing similar material goals, we would like to offer our forces in assistance to your current campaign, most specifically that dealing with the suppression of hostile forces in what could overall be considered the Cyrenaica Region.

If it is permissible, we would like to land forces within land you have currently occupied, so that we may go downwards from that area to destroy any forces within that zone, thus allowing your forces to focus on the more important act of dealing with the forces aligned to deal with our other allies.

If this is permissible, please respond.

[Trans-Uralia]

Libyan Sea (the portion of the Mediterranean north of Libya)
40 Hours after departure from Busan

It had been a long voyage, but they had finally managed to arrive in what was (currently) allied territory.

Fighting had already commenced in Libya itself, and Borislav was cognizant of the fact his forces were….. not exactly capable, per say, of the same level of military viability as their allies, and thus, they would have to perform an operation less taxing than some that may become available later in the campaign.

The least (currently) hostile place was (at the moment) the areas directly below the Uralian’s current soon-to-be occupation zone, and thus, he decided to send a message.

Communication Between Neo-Korean Infantry Assets and Uralian Forces.

Greetings, comrades of a different land.

As we are both currently embroiled in the same conflict, and thus possessing similar material goals, we would like to offer our forces in assistance to your current campaign, most specifically that dealing with the suppression of hostile forces in what could overall be considered the Cyrenaica Region.

If it is permissible, we would like to land forces within land you have currently occupied, so that we may go downwards from that area to destroy any forces within that zone, thus allowing your forces to focus on the more important act of dealing with the forces aligned to deal with our other allies.

If this is permissible, please respond.

Greetings, Comrades.

The Occupational Command of North Cyrenaica (OCNC) and the Military General Staff have approved of your safe passage through
the zone currently occupied by the Armed Forces of the Trans-Uralian Federation. The OCNC would like to offer it's support of a
convoy of BTR APCs alongside your own forces. Approval of the offered support is optional, we wish you good luck in any upcoming
battles.


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OCCUPATIONAL COMMAND OF NORTH CYRENAICA TRANS-URALIAN FEDERATION

[Ellinika Nisia]

Norway, The Nordic Federation.
20:59

“Hurry up lads, we are expected in Sicily soon!” Commander Lars Jansen ordered, helping another man carry supplies onboard one of the docked vessels.

“Sicily? I thought we were heading to land in Libya.” Asked one of the newer combat engineers.

“Command says it’s too risky for our force, especially our aircraft. We’ll have to land once our allies secure some territory or disable coastal defences.” He’d respond, having a quick smoke. “Ukcross had it coming anyways, idiots thought an aggressive war without allies was a good idea.”

Within a few hours, the fleet set sail to Sicily to the Nordic military bases in the region and with permission from the Italian government. The Nordic Federation notifies the allied forces in the region of their arrival, waiting for the appropriate time to land.

[Ukcross]

Ukcrossian coastal forces take heavy damage, but the troops hold, as Anti ship missiles fire salvos at hostile ships, as they are mostly untouched, far from the impact of the ships. Troops fire at any hostiles on the beach, surprisingly, contradictory to the terror tactics they had used earlier, take all the prisoners they could find, but the soldiers taking prisoners are hardly the ruthless veterans of the Ukcrossian guard units. Gonswanan forces are spotted by some local peoples and when they alert the local Ukcrossian military and recon drones are sent up and the force is spotted. A contingent of 1,230 Ukcrossian Veterans and 40 tanks are sent out to delay the force until reinforcements arrive. The Ukcrossians meeting the Uralians are the Veterans from the 3rd Ukcrossian-Nytoan War and fight with ferocity. Ambushes are frequent and conscripts arrive as reinforcements.

[Gonswanza]

The Battle for Ras' Ajdir is due to be short lived by drone strikes and heavy armor, with artillery setting up and firing upon the city as drones relentlessly shell the city to dust, with tanks dueling in the streets as infantry engage with UGVs and loitering munitions to support themselves. Losses are heavy, totally 215 in all, though the armor of the Gonswanzan forces does save plenty of lives despite the heavy resistance, being almost outnumbered 2-to-1.

Indeed, once the column does advance through, what remains of the city is shelled further into the ground, with drones adding in incendiary weapons to further destroy and level anything left, leaving it as smoldering ruins.

The Gonswanzan campaign on the ground has just begun, with helicopters joining the infantry, as drones fly out across the country to hammer down convoys and depots, with Gonswanzan ships now beginning their own strikes by launching wave after wave of Zircons and Kalibrs against defenses in Libya.

The sheer chaos of the Gonswanzan advance won't go unnoticed, of course. Neither will the firestorm in their wake.

[Ukcross]

Ukcrossian forces under fire from the Armenian ships raise a white flag hoping for a ceasefire. A Ukcrossian commander walks, disarmed hands up towards a Uralian armored Convoy and requests to meet with a higher up in the military to negotiate a ceasefire, as The Ukcrossians, already de moralized by the withdrawal from Crete, have hit rock bottom as they are threatened by many nations with not a single ally. The Ukcrossian government sends an ambassador to Armenia to negotiate a peace treaty. The Ukcrossians under fire from the Gonswanas surrender, as the Veterans are pulled back and replaced with conscripts. The Remaining Ukcrossians retreat to a fortified military base on top a hill.

[Trans-Uralia]

Ukcrossian forces under fire from the Armenian ships raise a white flag hoping for a ceasefire. A Ukcrossian commander walks, disarmed hands up towards a Uralian armored Convoy and requests to meet with a higher up in the military to negotiate a ceasefire, as The Ukcrossians, already de moralized by the withdrawal from Crete, have hit rock bottom as they are threatened by many nations with not a single ally. The Ukcrossian government sends an ambassador to Armenia to negotiate a peace treaty. The Ukcrossians under fire from the Gonswanas surrender, as the Veterans are pulled back and replaced with conscripts. The Remaining Ukcrossians retreat to a fortified military base on top a hill.

04:23-12:52
Northern Libya

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An Uralian Commanding Officer steps out of the GAZ TIGR right behind the front BTR, he walks up to the
surrendering Ukcrossian soldiers and offers a ride in one of the rear BTRs to negotiate a cease-fire in
Benghazi. The rest of the convoy continues forward towards the front, continuing down the highway.