Manufactured Terror ATTN Elanore [IC OPEN]

by **Nation M** » Sat Dec 07, 2024 10:34 am

Background

Some news are worth keeping to oneself. That was just the case when the leader of Elanore [Queen Abby Schwarenbach] publicly announced to having uncovered significant amounts of iron, diamond and painite. Unearthed in the southern mountain regions of Elanore. This mountain range begins just short of the border with the Federation of Nation M, and expands north toward the center of Elanore. Peace has existed between the two nations for nearly as long as their inceptions, with minor border incursions by rogue gangs operating within the Badlands region of the Federation. Mostly held in check, these groups have largely been contained - though the wall's would be breached for the first time in nearly 5 decades. Intelligence reports within the Federation have pinned blame on a new terror group, which they claim has originated in Elanore. A violent separatist movement called Saliset has risen, using black market trade within the Badlands to build their terror network and control swaths of land worth billions. They claim it's their indigenous lands, and they seek autonomy.

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Supporting Elanore
Nation M - Federation Armed Forces
The Way Sun Cooperation - WSC Special Forces
Elanore - Liberation Forces
Eusan Federation - Armed Forces of The Eusan Federation

Supporting Terrorists
Nation M Intelligence Agency - Controlled opposition [Saliset]
The Way Sun Cooperation - Central Intelligence Services

by **Nation M** » Sat Dec 07, 2024 11:17 am

A fan room, or at least that's what it appeared to be. Dark. In the darkness dim red neon lights highlighted the corners. Several high ranking military officers presided, coming together for a long awaited plan to usurp authority over the sleepy mountain ranges of Elanore. Elanore's Queen was, though kind hearted an obstacle toward momentous riches deep within the mountains; and yet the Elanore government obnoxiously sat on this stating a claim of land preservation - environmental protection laws, completely sealing the abundance of natural resources while their economy lay in shambles.

The objective was simple. Create a terror cell, seek it's removal, and annex the land by right of national security. The Federation elected the use of it's foreign ally, The Way Sun Cooperation. Whom shared a strong military, and trade partnership with the Federation.

Lieutenant Loom Aly

General Ty Helsrom

Leading this highly classified mission was General Ty Helsrom, a decorated war General having successfully campaigned during the Royanne Civil War alongside The Way Sun Cooperation.

Directing the mercenaries on the ground would be Lieutenant Loom Aly. Within the last month terrorists from Elanore were blamed for having downed a foreign Airliner using Federation airspace.

The groups enigmatic leader, who's name has not been verified stated the airline was carrying senior diplomats of Elanore's government. A government they feel breaches the tenants of their core Islamic beliefs.

Harboring these fundamentalists views has now empowered the group to create a semi-autonomous region within their home nation whereby they would elect and rule by Islamic law.

News of this cells outbreak has shocked the world. Secular views were generally held in this part of the world, and religious violence was almost nonexistent. Some have even began to question the validity of this groups come to power. Deep inside the darkened room, the men stood peering over a map of the Northern border with their neighbor. Its land crossing was rarely used, but heavily guarded to keep gangs from the badlands from spilling across the border. Guarding these walls were the Federation Armed Forces.

In recent weeks, the border has come alive with trade and commerce from seemingly average citizens. Some would be seen carrying large black flags bearing Islamic slogans in unfamiliar script. A language not understood by the Federation. Strange enough as this was, the convoys flying these banners were comprised of what could only be identified as Salisets. Salisets were a gang within the Badlands. They, like most other gangs would often be recognized by their red mohawks, and black eyeliner. They held atheistic views, adding to further speculation of something seemingly off. Leading to present day, most of these convoys were now bearded men, with no facial makeup of any sort.

by **Elanore** » Sun Dec 08, 2024 6:15 am

"Fuß, what is that noise?" Emily pulls close to her shepherd and ducks for cover when several dozen of pickup trucks wind around the hilly roads of Reichenbach. Emily squints to have a better look through the glass. All men. They have very long thick bearded faces but nothing like she has ever seen before. Seperatist flags flying with writing on them and she can not read it. "Partisanin?" is this possible? but why, and when did this group come into creation? A man catches her eyes and she then turns to her shepherd "Komm hier" padding her thigh so it follows.

The sun is high in the spring sky, and the rays of light are melting the snow from the night before. Little streams are born on the hills flowing with an elegancy down winding veins and into rivers. Emily makes it to her cottage, a small fachwerk style home at the base of the road where a Toyota Hilux truck has parked. She speaks to them in her mother tongue "can I help you with anything? food or some milk for the journey?". When they respond she immediately picks up, they are not from Elanore. Their German is identical to to the one spoken in Nation M.

"We are native fighters" they say. Elanore will surrender the land that is rightfully. Revive our traditions and no one will dtand in our way. We are from Sun Valley". That is a lie. Sun Valley is in the North of Elanore and they are again speaking with a dialect of Nation M. But they had guns. She never saw a gun before and it was rare for anybody to have rifles or weapons in their homes only to hunt. These were assault weapons. Purposed to fight in war and not to hunt Elk or Deer.

There was no television, and only a radio in the home. The capital city, and Queen Abby Schwarzenbach did not make any mentions of a group like this. Something like this is out of the ordinary and would send red flags to the entire nation. "Wo wohnst du" she had to ask. It was frightening to see the larger man grasping his rifle. "We are taking the hills, give us rations of food for my men". With that, she obliged and put together food for 50 men. There were more but they were already supplied from the previous town. They had gone from town to town collecting food and supplies.

It would only get worse. When the men finally made for the mountains the town came together in the townhall for a meeting about what transpired. We knew something was not right. Something big was cooking and we knew dark times lay ahead. The town Chief warned the people not to deny the men of rations if they came back. The look on their faces indicated they were ready to use violence if opposed. We will need to wait and see if the Queen or her royal secretary could address anything unusual.

The people of Reichenbach were humble. They did not think anything of the large deposit of Iron and other prized rock in the mountains. A natural preserve is what it was as was most of Elanore. A beautifully preserved land with dated agricultural practices and organic consumables.

by **The Way Sun Cooperation** » Sun Dec 08, 2024 3:56 pm

New Commitments| Zeina V |Just outside the Little Iron Chest |

He had to force himself out of the comfortable bar stool. The Little Iron Chest had been a good way to burn Kredits and time after the whole Garwa incident, he had achieved his mission but the higher ups still felt there had been to much collateral for the mission to be a success. It was only a few dozen people and a president he chuckled to himself as he finished off a shot of vodka. "Good evening, Bernard" he said this as he pushed the stool back, glancing at his watch. "I will see you tomorrow" he moved through the crowd hearing a little bar fight in the corner being broke up. He walked through the door to the bustling streets of Emens capital, it was had to tell the time of day with the smog and neon lights but his watch told him it was around nine o'clock.

He made his way through the crowds walking for fifteen minutes until arriving outside a small yet modern hotel. It was owned by one of the CID shell companies or was it the federations own intelligence service. He didn't really care he got payed to lounge around and drink, while the higher ups plotted there next moves. He greeted the door man who had been slumped over in a chair clearly being awoken from a nap. "Good Evening, Sir. How was your day" he ignored the doorman walking through the lobby and into an empty lift. Going up to the fifth floor, exiting onto a generic hallway towards his room. Opening the door he heard a buzz. He knew what it was and immediately became alert.

He moved swiftly lifting up a small panel in his night stand removing a phone, it would only buzz for two reasons. If he had been compromised or if he had been given a new task. One was less desirable but he opened to see a simple message on the screen. New Orders, Contact Emen Intelligence Contact he closed the phone shoving it in a pocket. Disappointed with the simple message but he knew the game, grabing his bag and packing a simple change of clothes hiding his pistol in his coat. He made his way out of the hotel face obscured by a mask like so many of Zeina V residents to try keep out the ever creeping smog. He quickly made his way to a public metro sitting in the last train cart it was empty except for one man, "Hello Marcus, I assume we have a new problem?".....

by **Nation M** » Sun Dec 08, 2024 5:42 pm

"He's ready, and he's hungry". The room, earie with the deafening silence broken by a Naval Officer. "The guys a monster, best fucking guy for this job". The Saliset, like most gangs in the Badlands were money-grubbing, violence induced thugs of the lowest caliber. The international press had been drooling with, and flooding the airwaves with the death of the Garawan President. "Poor SOB". Another officer says closing a thick manila envelope etched in red tape. "He'll meet with Nimrod...Nimrod, probably already foaming at the mouth, hard-on, itching for Kredits".

"I swear they'll eat their own for the right price but there's always the problem of appearing to be convincing" taking a sip a whiskey, he continues. "Don't know hell about hardline fundamentalists, but he'll have to explain it". "He...he can do just about anything". Leaning on the counter, his glasses polished temple bouncing off the reddish lights - his lenses a mirror reflecting his counterpart before him. "Islamic radicalism, no challenge if you're shooting your way through a village, torching any obstacle". "A bloodbath Lieutenant? Elanore are our allies. Surely we can spare..." the words cut by the turning of a doorknob, returning the rooms silence, redirecting the attention of the men toward the door.

The Border Wall Stand-Down

The Emen-Elanore Border

Border enforcement was for years left up the the behest of the Federation. An incalculable mistake by the Elanore Ministry of Defense. The Federation's steel wall stood 8 meters in height. Weathered, rusted from top to bottom, canvased with warnings splayed across its thick facade to keep Elanore's peaceful citizens away. Most importantly, keeping the gangs within Federation from spilling over. It's sheer height and formidable structure evoking a sense of security and permanence - rigged with surveillance cameras, sentry towers, and the occasional drone zipping by.

It's been days now, and the walls were unguarded. It's sentry towers a hollowed shell, unoccupied by the once armed personnel. Not a drone for miles - just the steady breeze blowing an old windchime .20 kilometers from the primary entry/exit point. Another relic of some deserted failed state - except, it had been ordered so. Before the unsuspecting people of Elanore lie the flood gates, awaiting breach.

by **Elanore** » Mon Dec 09, 2024 7:55 am

Queen Abby was out on her 10AM walk when a senior advisor ran to catch up. Fliers were going around in the southern towns of a new revolutionary movement. What is this new movement? and Islamic movement. The people for millennia have enjoyed the peace and tranquility offered by the cultural diversity in Elanores Christians and Muslim population. Fruhlingsfest was around the corner. It was one of the largest festivals in all the land. The dazzling celebration embraces culture nature and community. The largest participation goes for the town in the South, Summer Valley. Like Oktoberfest, the Fruhlingsfest also attracts people from across the globe. The Queen brushes off the development. This is probably a group of teenage boys. We don't ever in a million years expect to see a level a violence even remotely to scale of the Middle East.

Scientists in the southern mountains are fascinated by the discovery. Geological samples show in large data screens with reporters marveling at the findings. There is a lot of excitment but professionalism in how they are explaining the news to foreign media. The head scientist named Claus Krupp stands in a small podium in front of a towering sunflower bed.

"Good Afternoon ladies and gentlemen of Elanore and of the world". His glasses are large and heavy and he is wearing a gray sweater and khakis. To the left of him is a diagram of the site and some slides. "As the Queen already reported, we have made an incredible find. As you know iron has been one of the most vital metals for human civilization and used in everything from construction to manufacturing. We are of course committed to advances in the sciences but we first and foremost must do our due diligence as a society to preserve this natural beauty. Behind me is a landscape lush with a diverse ecosystem. It is home to rare species of plants animals and birds that rely on the undisturbed environment". He clicks a remote and the slide changes to show different birds and now trees. "These towering trees are centuries old and are extremely rare. They dominate the forests around these mountains. We will move a team at the request of Her Majesty to conduct further studies into these exotic plants, and impressive wildlife. Now I can take questions". He picks out people from the crowd in order.

The first question was from Poomi News of the Poomi Islands. "Will there be a chance for limited excavation of this iron deposit?" the reporter asked then sat back down. "The entire area will be completely closed. We must do everything in our power to protect these forests. The rivers that cascade from these slopes are also teeming with aquatic life very specific to the range itself. A dig will create sedimentation that can have ill effect on the waters. Erosion of the land will destabilize ancient roots of trees and have snowball effect. Insect effected then the grazing animals and the predators. We are trying to prevent an environmental ruin. Another person stands "Is is true there are also diamond deposits in the area?". Claus nods "Yes, we have had ground sensing system pick up diamond imbedded". The reporters begin whispering among each other excitedly.

by **Eusan Federation** » Mon Dec 09, 2024 8:54 am

Ah, yes. Good old Commander Reze. It had been a long time since she had seen a nice trip. But the time was now, eh? Yeah, it was. She seemed calm, sipping gin from a stemless crystal glass. Not like she could get drunk anyhow. Even if she wanted to- but that was neither here nor there. In any case, she rose to her feet. She would be the commander of forces in yet another Eusan deployment abroad. Admittedly, this one was much smaller, but hey. She was always willing to take a job like this. Some might call the strange nature of the Eusan chain of command absurd- going from commander of 20,000 to a mere 400 or so. But, as previously mentioned, Reze was willing to take the job, and she was certainly competent- if her last deployment was any indicator, at least. And she'd get to come in via air this time! She relished the thought of NOT having to sail, quite frankly. She didn't fully understand, but she hated travel by sea. Well, it was time to go. She rose to stand upon the hoofed stumps that she called her feet, and began to walk onto the tarmac, watching troops pour into the back of a CA-3-TT transporter with a grin. She had NO idea how she managed to get the air travel approved, considering the whole thing would require an in-flight refueling session or two. Who knows? Not her. Who cares? Also not her. Preparation would continue under her watchful eye, and then they would take off for their destination.

The Eusans were coming.

by **Nation M** » Mon Dec 09, 2024 2:50 pm

" 'Flects', we're gonna sell the lot!" The fat man said fidgeting in his oversized beanbag chair. "Gonna make me fockin' rich beyond hell", he said stuffing his face with a giant sub - mayonnaise squeezing out the sides, tomato plopping onto the dirty floor. He spoke as he chewed, ill mannered, completely immersed in his insatiable appetite for more. More food, more money, more weight.

Flects, one of many names used for this powerful narcotic making it's rounds across the Badlands. A foreign chemical that enslaved its addicts. Monopolizing the trade created a microcosm of shootouts, disappearances, and the occasional dismembered body turning up on the side of some outer city creek. Only the toughest gangs would be privy to the trade.

Fat man, street name Nimrod. Rotund, with layers of wealth visible in his expensively tailored suits, and flashy accessories. Yet, his appearance marred with the overpowering stench that lingers all around him. His face flush, with a bloated body spilling over his clothing. But he spoke with authority, and spilled fear from his associates. Point access to the shipment. His greed knew no bounds, and he'd sell to the first warlord with the gull to topple his rivals. "I'm in this to win it all, but fuck me if I'm going to be queued out - I 'ain't getting cut out of my own market". A meeting.

The air thick with tension. Nimrod holding up his entire whalish body to a small gold encrusted cane. His breathing labored as he wheezed. Consorted effort just to stand. Across from him barely visible in the shadows, a man. Dressed in plain clothes but carrying the weight of a hidden agenda.

by **The Way Sun Cooperation** » Tue Dec 10, 2024 3:39 pm

Nation M wrote:

The train was quick to move along the track, moving quickly towards the next stop the windows switched from the neon and cramped buildings of the entrainment district slowly into that of the much seedier part of Zeina V, reminiscent to his his times of the bad lands the smog increases alongside the number of drug addicts and homeless lining the streets, buildings much more grungy and finally the bars less classy. As it continued to speed towards the meeting point. Markus in casual clothing decided to push past the small talk and give him his debriefing in the empty carriage. "You will need to get of at the next stop, you are meeting a man called 'Nimrod'" he let his words settle, seeing a flash of amusement flashing the face of 'Mr. Blake'. "He's a gangster part of a Badlands crime family supplying a drug called 'Flects'. He's a fat fuck in fancy clothes and a gold encrusted cane" he let this sink in when 'Mr. Blake' spoke. "I can see the image in my head" clearly amused at the image he continued, "So what's the goals?". Markus was twirling a small USB passing it over, "This has extra information on your 'target'. The goals for this meeting are simple make contact and negotiate supplying some terrorists on the edge of the Badlands with guns and fund from a benefactor"

He thought this over before speaking. "So I presume this has something to do with Elanore?". There was a pause before they spoke again, "You should know well its not good to ask question in our line of business sort out the link and drop some evidence that links the crash to the terrorists". It finally clicked in 'Mr. Blakes' mind, this whole assignment in Nation M had been shady, but he was a simple clog in a large machine, and he'd follow the Directorate directives. He stood up as the train slowed to a stop, "We truely need to stop meeting like this, there a bar not far from my hotel, the Little Iron Chest. We should have some drinks on less covert terms" he left the carriage as it arrived placing a face mask to shield himself from the smog and fumes of the district. Walking out of the train swooped away leaving him at a derelict station lights broken and a fat man lying against a wall his deep wheezing breaths cutting thru the other wise deserted street.

His voice slightly dampened by the mask did not travel far, but far enough for 'Nimrod' to hear. "Mr. Nimrod, I'd assume" his tone was one of disgust seeing the fat wheezing man. "I cant say I expected better from you" it was not designed to be a insult but for a man of such stature he'd take anything other than a kiss on the ring as an insult. "We need to talk business, and I'd prefer not do it in this grungy street, I know a spot nearby which will assure..... security"

by **Nation M** » Tue Dec 10, 2024 7:17 pm

The Way Sun Cooperation wrote:
Nation M wrote:
The train was quick to move along the track, moving quickly towards the next stop the windows switched from the neon and cramped buildings of the entrainment district slowly into that of the much seedier part of Zeina V, reminiscent to his his times of the bad lands the smog increases alongside the number of drug addicts and homeless lining the streets, buildings much more grungy and finally the bars less classy. As it continued to speed towards the meeting point. Markus in casual clothing decided to push past the small talk and give him his debriefing in the empty carriage. "You will need to get of at the next stop, you are meeting a man called 'Nimrod'" he let his words settle, seeing a flash of amusement flashing the face of 'Mr. Blake'. "He's a gangster part of a Badlands crime family supplying a drug called 'Flects'. He's a fat fuck in fancy clothes and a gold encrusted cane" he let this sink in when 'Mr. Blake' spoke. "I can see the image in my head" clearly amused at the image he continued, "So what's the goals?". Markus was twirling a small USB passing it over, "This has extra information on your 'target'. The goals for this meeting are simple make contact and negotiate supplying some terrorists on the edge of the Badlands with guns and fund from a benefactor"

He thought this over before speaking. "So I presume this has something to do with Elanore?". There was a pause before they spoke again, "You should know well its not good to ask question in our line of business sort out the link and drop some evidence that links the crash to the terrorists". It finally clicked in 'Mr. Blakes' mind, this whole assignment in Nation M had been shady, but he was a simple clog in a large machine, and he'd follow the Directorate directives. He stood up as the train slowed to a stop, "We truely need to stop meeting like this, there a bar not far from my hotel, the Little Iron Chest. We should have some drinks on less covert terms" he left the carriage as it arrived placing a face mask to shield himself from the smog and fumes of the district. Walking out of the train swooped away leaving him at a derelict station lights broken and a fat man lying against a wall his deep wheezing breaths cutting thru the other wise deserted street.

His voice slightly dampened by the mask did not travel far, but far enough for 'Nimrod' to hear. "Mr. Nimrod, I'd assume" his tone was one of disgust seeing the fat wheezing man. "I cant say I expected better from you" it was not designed to be a insult but for a man of such stature he'd take anything other than a kiss on the ring as an insult. "We need to talk business, and I'd prefer not do it in this grungy street, I know a spot nearby which will assure..... security"

"I wasn't always this good looking you know..." he couldn't quite make out the features of the man, but insisted on eagerly unwrapping a chocolate bar. He pulled it whole from it's glossy wrapper and tossed the crinkled mass onto the cracked pavement at his feet. "...there was a time I used to be skinny". Humoring himself, laughing and hacking. His hands now fumbled about his blazer, rummaging through crumpled receipts and loose change before pulling out a cigarette.

Looking around he checks, making sure they aren't being followed, before taking a deep breathe and beginning toward the man. "Nimrod, that's me...". He hacks a loogie toward the train tracks before sticking the cigarette in his mouth. "...who be you?". Lighting it he continues "...caught me just before I headed out to Nedea, scored a prime piece of property in Dark Haven". Facing his head away from the man he exhaled, blowing out the smoke. "Where'd you have in mind? I'm up for a secure place, long as it's got food", he laughs coughing intermittently.

The Cleanroom

The heavy metal door creaked open. The silhouette of the man cutting a sharp figure against the faint glow of the dull red light where it gleams off the polished metals and ribbons adorning him. It was General Ty Helsrom. His composure straight, stepping forward with quiet authority - the soft thuds of his boots closing in on the other officers. "We'll have to contend with the likely hood of ISD involvement". He seats himself on an empty leather chair. "I have reason to believe once the operation calls our military into action, The Celterland, The Eusan Federation, or even Janpia, to name a few, might wish to extend support...it will be in our best interest to allow a limited response. Take some weight away from the totality of our involvement...from the international community that is".

"Precisely why this 'terror' group won't operate with any clear structure. It will be generally disorganized, seemingly rogue. They might be so keen as to dislodge into separate factions". The young Lieutenant speaks "The splinter cells will be able to act as diversions, they'll spark their own motivation to engage any ISD nation that could offer support...we'll just need to make sure we're first at the point of interest". He turns to look at the General, who nods agreeingly. "Correct, most importantly...The Way Sun Cooperation - we'll coordinate with them, ensuring either one of us secures the range first".

by **Elanore** » Fri Dec 13, 2024 11:19 am

Karl woke up cracking his bones and sitting on his firm mattress bed. On the nightstand the list of things to buy for tonights feast. There will be at least 50 guests in the old farm ranch and his wife will remain tending to the chickens, cows and fixing a nice lunch for his return. A comforting light made its way inside the tiny bedroom bringing with it warmth of a spring morning. The smell of a freshly squeezed oranges filled the home where the wife already had breakfast waiting. "Good morning my love" he spoke loudly and was up and about. He pulled out his favorite vest, trousers and comfortable loafers going into the toilet for a look in the mirror. Rolling a lint roller he fixe himself up and shaved his stubbly beard throwing cold water into his face after brushing his teeth.

Downstairs he gave his wife a kiss, ate his breakfast of muesli and drank down his orange juice. They were an old couple in their late 60's but travel less than 8km was common in bicycle. So he pulled his hybrid bicycle from the garage and made for the farmers market on village outskirt. It was a light day with not so much as a breeze so he pulled to the faster offroad trail to shortcut. Right as he would pass the final hill he spots two men with assault rifles. They wear soldiers uniforms and a logo on the sleeve he never saw before. On the other side of the men he sees dark smoke rising to the air from Lilac Village. He is stopped and searched by the men who send him away. Scared he agrees and turns to take the longer route to the market. While he pedals away he hears popping sounds of gun shots in the distance. He surprises himself now speeding faster and faster. Like the energy of a teenager but this was all on adrenaline. Cellular phones existed but the people of Elanore rarely used them. So he would need to reach the market before learning anything.

When closer to the market he listens to the sounds of loud chatter. There was concern and as he neared he saw the faces of the people horrified. Some cried and others were hugging. Slowing his bicycle near a gathering of men his own age he says "Grüß sie was ist gerade passiert?" What is going on? he says. "Did you not hear Lilac Village was sacked?". How can this be and for what reason? "By who?" he asked. "They say they this is their land. They say it is their native lands. They came to reclaim it but by way of force". There was panic and confusion. He borrowed a cellphone from among the men and called to his wife. "You are not going to believe this he said".

Queen Abby now sat with her ministers. A group has overtaken small villages in the southern part of Elanore. Rumor is they have come from Nation M but they had no video cameras and no military only the witnessing of people on the southern autoways. She called the President of Nation M Lynxx Dekon with urgency. The wall was in jeopardy. But the President says there is no sign of armed people going through only regular citizens. There was a freedom of movement between the two countries. But the agreement was that no weapons would leave Nation M. She insisted that an immediate military presence examine and patrol the wall. There would be militia from Elanore who would also go down to inspect. They were not ready for what lay ahead.

by **Pheonixknight** » Fri Dec 13, 2024 11:40 am

As the 103rd paramilitary - Callsign Don't look at the explosion - disembarked from the tiny ship they'd been on for days, they were all ecstatic about finally getting off the damn boat and into Summer Valley. Just before they docked, their commander, Captain John Tucker, had briefed them about their mission. "Alright boys, here's the deal. Officially, we're here in Elanore to build frontline fortifications. Unofficially, we're here to build a base in the southern mountains." One the the soldiers raised his hand: "But sir, what's the base for?" "Well, here's the thing," John replied. "I can't tell you that. This mission is of highest importance, and you're not in the need-to-know category. Briefing over." The 103rd grumbled, but filed dutifully out of the room.

The 575th arrived on a cargo ship containing dozens of tons of cargo and a dozen vehicles. They had already been briefed about their mission beforehand, so they just mostly played poker.

The 21st and 3rd were flown to Summer Valley, as the 3rd was Radio Silence, a highly decorated command unit. The 21st, You ladies okay?, were their bodyguards and drivers. On the flight there, Commander Clancy had some alone time with his thoughts. Gotta play this right. I don't know why those fuckers at Intel thought this was a good idea, having use betray the very people we're going to help. Honestly, it sounds like the plot of a goddamn 007 movie. I mean, really. Spy satellites and laser? Ridiculous. Once the plane landed, they were met by their liaison to Elanore and a red carpet on the runway.

by **Nation M** » Fri Dec 13, 2024 5:01 pm

Positions of the Foreign Intervention in Summer Valley, Elanore

The Cleanroom - Take 2

Moving along just as expected, the Queen has recieved her first line of responders in the Eusan Federation - an ISD Member. Curiously a new player has entered the conflict, The Pheonixknight. Both nations which hosted a large military force. The fluorescent light casts a clinical glow on the officers as they stare down at the GPS imaging of Elanore's Southern City of Summer Valley. In it's port two cargo ships registered to their respective armed forces. Strategic locations marked by blinking icons and red lines traced potential paths of movement. The Saliset would be notified by inside operatives linking Federation Intelligence in cooperation with their CID counterparts of The Way Sun Cooperation. It'd now be a matter of time before the first shots would be fired.

"There...and" The General pauses, in deep thought"..there. Cut off the main access roads with blockades leading to the foothills. Set mines along the off-roads, and game cameras, in these 4 coordinates". The Forests were blossoming orchards of trees in spring bloom. Overheard surveillance would prove difficult. They depending on their cells within the Saliset to keep them informed of ground movement.

"Let's contact the Elanore Ministry of Defense, set up an open line between the coalition". General Ty Helsrom looks down into his personal electronic device "Elanore's militia is on their way to inspect the border...I'm sure we...", without continuing the young Lieutenant Loom Aly interrupts, "All done, they've been reinstated into their positions". Pleased with this the General nods "Very well, fine work...we'll be dispatching the media wing to cover the propaganda campaign on the ground.

Queen Abby of Elanore

President Lynxx Dekon's office redirects the Royal Office to the Ministry of War, otherwise known as The Ministry of Defense. "Your Highness, it is unfortunate we speak under these tragic circumstances. But know, we will do everything in our power to honor the protection of your citizens at all cost". He snaps his fingers and a young female enlistee double times to hand him a pen. "We're to establish a direct line with the allies of Eusan, and The Pheonixknight-

-Willfully, our allies of The Way Sun Cooperation will be launching an offensive against the hostiles as well...rest assured your Highness, these self proclaimed separatists will be blown out the history books...remain at ease your highness - I will meet you in person on the morrow". With that, he hung up and reclined in his office chair, examining files relating to various low level command issues.

by **Elanore** » Sat Dec 14, 2024 9:34 am

Pheonixknight wrote:As the 103rd paramilitary - Callsign Don't look at the explosion - disembarked from the tiny ship they'd been on for days, they were all ecstatic about finally getting off the damn boat and into Summer Valley. Just before they docked, their commander, Captain John Tucker, had briefed them about their mission. "Alright boys, here's the deal. Officially, we're here in Elanore to build frontline fortifications. Unofficially, we're here to build a base in the southern mountains." One the the soldiers raised his hand: "But sir, what's the base for?" "Well, here's the thing," John replied. "I can't tell you that. This mission is of highest importance, and you're not in the need-to-know category. Briefing over." The 103rd grumbled, but filed dutifully out of the room.

The 575th arrived on a cargo ship containing dozens of tons of cargo and a dozen vehicles. They had already been briefed about their mission beforehand, so they just mostly played poker.

The 21st and 3rd were flown to Summer Valley, as the 3rd was Radio Silence, a highly decorated command unit. The 21st, You ladies okay?, were their bodyguards and drivers. On the flight there, Commander Clancy had some alone time with his thoughts. Gotta play this right. I don't know why those fuckers at Intel thought this was a good idea, having use betray the very people we're going to help. Honestly, it sounds like the plot of a goddamn 007 movie. I mean, really. Spy satellites and laser? Ridiculous. Once the plane landed, they were met by their liaison to Elanore and a red carpet on the runway.

More than a military welcome. The people made it a royal reception for the arriving soldiers of Pheonixknight. In the small port crowds of people came together to witness the vessel dock. The war material and soldiers created a stir of emotion. Some of the towns people became nervous at the site and others became cheerful feeling safe. If there really was a threat from a separatist group at least the town of Summer Valley would be defended the strongest. The airport was less crowded because it was a little ways away from the town square in a less settled area. The noise of flying airplanes was not liked by many and so the builders decided to put it some 20km away. This is where Queen Abby Schwarzenbach made her public appearance.

When the 21st and 3rd landed they were parked with long red carpet from the airplanes doors leading to the carriage of the Queen and her council. Standing in a perfect formation were royal guards and children holding flowers. A band would play in the background with drums and trumpets. Flags of both nations would also be displayed flying high. It was a little strange to greet a military airplane in this way but it was for a noble and just cause. The Queen hoped this would begin a chapter of foreign trade and cooperation between the people of PhoenixKnight.

With long curly brownish hair the Queen wore a luxurious fitted long white robe. She was only 22 but had been Queen for 4 years already. On her head was a jeweled crown that sparkled in the sunlight. Around her neck was a single gold necklace with a jewel. On her arms long silk gloves. On her feet rounded and modest white heels. The guards were holding long rifles facing toward the skies. The workers in the airport were all looking in the direction of the arriving soldiers. Itself the airport was quiet with only 2 airliners of the Elanore company of Velvet Skies. Once the door to the cargo plane opened the Queen stood waiting on the base of the stairs.

"Commander Clancy welcome to Summer Valley. I am very sorry you have to see our country in this most sad state and we are grateful for you and your country to come aid us in this grave time. Captain John Tucker was already received and they are being helped with the equipment. Our neighbors and allies of the south Nation M will be reinforcing the south border but right now we have an urgent message from our militia around the west of Summer Valley. Witnesses say they noticed strange activities in the wooded areas of Flüsternder Wald. That is the forest in the western side of Summer Valley. Most of the people that live outside the cities do not have mobile phones and communication can be slow with those farms".

One of the Royal council shows the Commander a map of the area. "They took a lot of land in a short amount of time. They are very well armed and the militia that tried to confront them have all been killed. We think there are at least 300 that already died in those areas. We have reason to believe these people are not native to Elanore. Some of our villagers made reports that they did not speak in any dialect from here. The German they are speaking is very similar to the one of our southern neighbor. They are sharing all their intelligence with us and told us they have satellites detecting the movement of about 500 guerillas of the independence movement coming toward Summer Valley. Also we are waiting for the Eusan federation to arrive. We are hoping all sides of the land the separatist are claiming can be cut off completely".

by **Pheonixknight** » Mon Dec 16, 2024 6:14 pm

Elanore wrote:
More than a military welcome. The people made it a royal reception for the arriving soldiers of Pheonixknight. In the small port crowds of people came together to witness the vessel dock. The war material and soldiers created a stir of emotion. Some of the towns people became nervous at the site and others became cheerful feeling safe. If there really was a threat from a separatist group at least the town of Summer Valley would be defended the strongest. The airport was less crowded because it was a little ways away from the town square in a less settled area. The noise of flying airplanes was not liked by many and so the builders decided to put it some 20km away. This is where Queen Abby Schwarzenbach made her public appearance.

When the 21st and 3rd landed they were parked with long red carpet from the airplanes doors leading to the carriage of the Queen and her council. Standing in a perfect formation were royal guards and children holding flowers. A band would play in the background with drums and trumpets. Flags of both nations would also be displayed flying high. It was a little strange to greet a military airplane in this way but it was for a noble and just cause. The Queen hoped this would begin a chapter of foreign trade and cooperation between the people of PhoenixKnight.

With long curly brownish hair the Queen wore a luxurious fitted long white robe. She was only 22 but had been Queen for 4 years already. On her head was a jeweled crown that sparkled in the sunlight. Around her neck was a single gold necklace with a jewel. On her arms long silk gloves. On her feet rounded and modest white heels. The guards were holding long rifles facing toward the skies. The workers in the airport were all looking in the direction of the arriving soldiers. Itself the airport was quiet with only 2 airliners of the Elanore company of Velvet Skies. Once the door to the cargo plane opened the Queen stood waiting on the base of the stairs.

"Commander Clancy welcome to Summer Valley. I am very sorry you have to see our country in this most sad state and we are grateful for you and your country to come aid us in this grave time. Captain John Tucker was already received and they are being helped with the equipment. Our neighbors and allies of the south Nation M will be reinforcing the south border but right now we have an urgent message from our militia around the west of Summer Valley. Witnesses say they noticed strange activities in the wooded areas of Flüsternder Wald. That is the forest in the western side of Summer Valley. Most of the people that live outside the cities do not have mobile phones and communication can be slow with those farms".

One of the Royal council shows the Commander a map of the area. "They took a lot of land in a short amount of time. They are very well armed and the militia that tried to confront them have all been killed. We think there are at least 300 that already died in those areas. We have reason to believe these people are not native to Elanore. Some of our villagers made reports that they did not speak in any dialect from here. The German they are speaking is very similar to the one of our southern neighbor. They are sharing all their intelligence with us and told us they have satellites detecting the movement of about 500 guerillas of the independence movement coming toward Summer Valley. Also we are waiting for the Eusan federation to arrive. We are hoping all sides of the land the separatist are claiming can be cut off completely".

Captain Tucker took one look at the cheering, adoring crowds and instantly felt guilty. "Goddamnit. These people are counting on us to defend them, and yet we're just here to build a laser to blame them for our dirty work? Maybe we can actually help them in the process, in some way." The rest of the 103rd filed past him, blindsided by the welcome. They weren't as affected by the sight as him, being in the dark about why they were building a base. Some of them waved to the crowds, while one made a lewd comment. That put Tucker out of his reverie. He promptly slapped the originator of the offending remark.

During the Queen's speech, Commander Clancy's guilt levels were off the chart. He almost missed her briefing, such was the depth of his guilt. Only after one of his aides tapped him did he respond. "We much appreciate your gracious welcome, Your Highness. The 103rd will go at once to Flüsternder Wald to ensure its safety for your citizens. I shall order the rest of our troops will make fortifications around your beautiful city, in order to protect your people." Clancy paused for a second. "I'll stay a while in Summer Valley, in order to plan out our attacks. After we finish our sweep of the forest and the defenses, we shall move our attention to your mountainous border, and build defenses there." His assistants radioed the 103rd and 575th, and informed them of their plans, while Clancy waited for his helicopter.

by **Elanore** » Tue Dec 17, 2024 8:26 am

Pheonixknight wrote:
Elanore wrote:
More than a military welcome. The people made it a royal reception for the arriving soldiers of Pheonixknight. In the small port crowds of people came together to witness the vessel dock. The war material and soldiers created a stir of emotion. Some of the towns people became nervous at the site and others became cheerful feeling safe. If there really was a threat from a separatist group at least the town of Summer Valley would be defended the strongest. The airport was less crowded because it was a little ways away from the town square in a less settled area. The noise of flying airplanes was not liked by many and so the builders decided to put it some 20km away. This is where Queen Abby Schwarzenbach made her public appearance.

When the 21st and 3rd landed they were parked with long red carpet from the airplanes doors leading to the carriage of the Queen and her council. Standing in a perfect formation were royal guards and children holding flowers. A band would play in the background with drums and trumpets. Flags of both nations would also be displayed flying high. It was a little strange to greet a military airplane in this way but it was for a noble and just cause. The Queen hoped this would begin a chapter of foreign trade and cooperation between the people of PhoenixKnight.

With long curly brownish hair the Queen wore a luxurious fitted long white robe. She was only 22 but had been Queen for 4 years already. On her head was a jeweled crown that sparkled in the sunlight. Around her neck was a single gold necklace with a jewel. On her arms long silk gloves. On her feet rounded and modest white heels. The guards were holding long rifles facing toward the skies. The workers in the airport were all looking in the direction of the arriving soldiers. Itself the airport was quiet with only 2 airliners of the Elanore company of Velvet Skies. Once the door to the cargo plane opened the Queen stood waiting on the base of the stairs.

"Commander Clancy welcome to Summer Valley. I am very sorry you have to see our country in this most sad state and we are grateful for you and your country to come aid us in this grave time. Captain John Tucker was already received and they are being helped with the equipment. Our neighbors and allies of the south Nation M will be reinforcing the south border but right now we have an urgent message from our militia around the west of Summer Valley. Witnesses say they noticed strange activities in the wooded areas of Flüsternder Wald. That is the forest in the western side of Summer Valley. Most of the people that live outside the cities do not have mobile phones and communication can be slow with those farms".

One of the Royal council shows the Commander a map of the area. "They took a lot of land in a short amount of time. They are very well armed and the militia that tried to confront them have all been killed. We think there are at least 300 that already died in those areas. We have reason to believe these people are not native to Elanore. Some of our villagers made reports that they did not speak in any dialect from here. The German they are speaking is very similar to the one of our southern neighbor. They are sharing all their intelligence with us and told us they have satellites detecting the movement of about 500 guerillas of the independence movement coming toward Summer Valley. Also we are waiting for the Eusan federation to arrive. We are hoping all sides of the land the separatist are claiming can be cut off completely".

Captain Tucker took one look at the cheering, adoring crowds and instantly felt guilty. "Goddamnit. These people are counting on us to defend them, and yet we're just here to build a laser to blame them for our dirty work? Maybe we can actually help them in the process, in some way." The rest of the 103rd filed past him, blindsided by the welcome. They weren't as affected by the sight as him, being in the dark about why they were building a base. Some of them waved to the crowds, while one made a lewd comment. That put Tucker out of his reverie. He promptly slapped the originator of the offending remark.

During the Queen's speech, Commander Clancy's guilt levels were off the chart. He almost missed her briefing, such was the depth of his guilt. Only after one of his aides tapped him did he respond. "We much appreciate your gracious welcome, Your Highness. The 103rd will go at once to Flüsternder Wald to ensure its safety for your citizens. I shall order the rest of our troops will make fortifications around your beautiful city, in order to protect your people." Clancy paused for a second. "I'll stay a while in Summer Valley, in order to plan out our attacks. After we finish our sweep of the forest and the defenses, we shall move our attention to your mountainous border, and build defenses there." His assistants radioed the 103rd and 575th, and informed them of their plans, while Clancy waited for his helicopter.

The rebels were quick reacting and they began to fire mortars into the harbor from on top of building nearby. The fighters would fire some and then retreat where another group of fighters would fire from another building and also retreat. The people in the port ran and took refuge where they could. The mortar fire was random and disorderly and so it did not make contact with any of the commandos in the Phoenixknight but rather hitting only civilians. 4 civilians lost their lives in the attack and 25 were injured with 5 of the injuries being severe. Cranes in the harbor were also hit and a few machines were immediately destroyed being hit more directly. The frenzy broke out in the town and the people were now looking to the Pheonixknights to take an immediate action.

Now in the border the militia carried radios and met with the soldiers of NationM. The inspection was very thorough and it was determined that the wall was intact and there were enough guards cameras and drones to block illegal weapons from entering into Elanore. The meeting with an officer of Nation M was very professional and straight forward. The militias were told not to worry and the border was secure and stable. There was no breach and they were told to keep men in the principle passageway. Of course it was difficult because the militia could only keep a couple of observers because all the people trained to handle assault weapons were sent to the mountains. The militia would send a message to Summer Valley to let them know the border was secure and then it was assumed the separatists really were from Elanore. That left unanswered questions mainly why the men would speak a dialect that was not spoken in any part of Elanore.

In the mountains the scientists and geologist would be told to immediately evacuate. The call came late and dozens would be taken as hostage except for the foreign media. They were let go unharmed. It was also strange to see how quickly the separatist would organize themselves and set up pathways and safeways. In the conquered villages they would create their own settlements protected by their weapons. They knew the PheonixKnights could arrive soon so they needed to create fortifications and traps along the way.

by **Nation M** » Wed Dec 18, 2024 5:44 pm

Saliset, yearning to fire their weapons, now sat on the outskirts of Summer Valley. It'd be an attack squadron of 50-men. They hoped to take the PhoenixKnight by storm as they converged closer, using the locals as human shields. They saw the people of Elanore as lesser, primitive population that was easily trampled over. They worked to cause enough of a diversion to disrupt the offloading of military hardware. The attack came quick, with little regard to precision as rounds landed within a general vicinity - the strike zone. Carrying with them, M60's, M240's, MG338's and Glock 22 pistols. Knowing they were significantly outnumbered they used all means necessary to conceal their size.

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