NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
A quick summary of the combatants. As well, the OOC thread is here:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=361718

The FKC:

Alcona and Hubris
Dukratus
Dyelli Bebyi
Jiggady
Midlonia
North Germania
Terran Sphere
Vrak


FKC allies:

Hirgizstan
Kriegorgrad

Vs.

Neo Tyr
Hogsweat
Arenumberg - helping Hogsweat

Neutral/unknown side

Ilek-Vaad - neutral
New Shiron (secretly helping Neo Tyr)
Layarteb - neutral (secretly helping the FKC)
Aust - neutral
Vativa - neutral
Greater Islands - neutral
The Federated Peoples - (hired by the FKC?)
Macisikan - neutral

Let me know if I missed anyone. As well, let’s please resolve any OOC disputes in the OOC thread. Important maps will also be found there. As best as I can tell, there is the major war theater of Neo Tyr itself and the Hogsweat thread. If more fronts break out (such as someone attackingthe FKC homeland directly) I’m sure we can all figure out if another separate thread is needed. Let me know by telegram if there are changes to be made.

Onward to war!!

Aboard the King's Hammer, Fleet Admiral Killamo chomped on his cigar as he poured over the latest tactical reports. The Neo Tyr were using some kind of missile shield against the Dukratians and he was pretty damn sure that his subs would have no greater success.

-Launch all of our birds. Get rid of those damn Hogsweat ships and ready the landing craft. I want some kind of air cover for the bombers. Bring in the battleships and I want the first bombard group to start secure the area the North Germanians have cleared. As well, give me a status report on our mine clearing teams.
-Right away, Admiral.

Behind the five projection fleets, since one was diverted to deal with the meddlesome Hogsweat ships, four Hamas class battleships with full destroyer and minesweeper escort. They would use their cruise missiles and, when within range their 16 inch guns, to batter the Neo Tyr defenses.

Helicopters aboard the literally hundreds of amphibious craft were loading up troops, getting ready for an initial push.

To Cheka HQ, Bejia House, Cyro, Dyelli Beybi

Vastiva hereby is releasing the 38 million USD frozen in our accounts to you. HSI operatives have uncovered a small ring of subversive elements who are in custody at this time.

We would give notice that one of our wolf-pack submarine fleets is on the projected course between you and Neo-Tyr. We would gladly give support if requested; if not, we ask that our submarines be unmolested.

Namaste,
Francesca Berenstein al-Dalal
Vizier of International Activities
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

The Special Envoy's Marathon Transport rendezvoused with the Naval Guard Flagship Emperor Ehecatl. The Envoy was greeted by Admiral Eindecker, second in command of the fleet.

"Good to see you Ms. Arden. Lord Whitmann of Alcona and Hubris is aboard. Right now he is in Fire Control with the Supreme Naval Commander." He said as he saluted her and led her from the multi-purpose deck.

Special Envoy Arden smiled "Great, I'll meet in a bit, I need some rest first. I can't believe that Neo Tyr is resting the fate of it's country on a seventeen year old girl. They want to blame everyone else for this invasion, ignoring the fact that they invaded the Klatch first."

The Admiral nodded "Terribly ignorant, ah, here are your quarters."

Madrid entered her quarters to frshen up before greeting Lord Whitmann.

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Ehecatl Fire Control-

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad was still smiling uncomfortably at Lord Whitmann when the comm opened.

"Commander, it's the Supreme Republican Commander.........." the com Leftenant explained as he switched the call over.

Itxaad grinned " This is Itxaad. What's the news Sir?"

"Itxaad, move your fleet to within 600 nautical miles of the coast of Neo-Tyr. Do not engage any forces , unless they engage you. Support the Klatchian forces in any non-military way that you can. " were the orders.

Itxaad nodded " It will be done, My Life for the Republic, Itxaad out."

With that the Vaadian fleet again began moving towards Neo-Tyr.

Outskirts of Neo Tyrian Capital, Air[/b]
The men screamed in delight as the planes dropped them on the outskirts of the Neo Tyrian capital. The men descended, parachutes flaring, the packs on their backs holding ammunition, food, equipment, were bobbing up and down in the wind. General Peter Bridges, esteemed Hogsweatian Leader, sailed down to the ground with his men. As he ended his sweeping descent, he bumped into the ground, two divisions alongside him. Unfolding his Ak-74, he strapped it over his back and searched for the other division commanders.

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OOC: Remember, ICly our intelligence is sketchy. I'm not sure whats happening...
Outskirts of Neo Tyrian Capital, Ground
"Comrade Spelsiov, intel please." Bridges asked.

Spelsiov pulled out several maps, the targets of frantic scribbling.

"The Germanian dogs are pushing their way island by island towards the capital. They have broken the Barren Halo defense line."

Bridges nodded. "Continue."

"We should set up defensive positions here, here, and here" Spelsiov pointed on some lines.

"I see. Whats enemy force composition? Large?"

"Unknown. We should be expecting to be outnumbered definitly. But not outclassed." Spelsiov grinned.

The men saluted, and set out to order their unit sinto position.

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Neo Tyrian Capital

There was much cheering as the Hogsweatian troops entered the capital.
Bridges, with his command retinue, found the palace and asked for entry to discuss with the Queen.

OOC:

Vrak, Layarteb is supplying me with some special weaponry, as well as $50 trillion in aid for the war effort.

Also, I've got mine sweepers clearing mines in front of that beachead. The Executioners and ESPK troops should be landing soon. The battleships are still bombarding the area to prevent any refortification.

- N.G.

Neo-Tyr soil...

The Executioner battle droids unloaded on the small area of wastelands of what was once a thick line of defense. They scanned the area for any defense positions and waited for satellite imagery to be sent to them.

The 20 Executioners stood in Roman infantry battle formation and did not move. They almost appeared as statues, however their eyes glowed a hellish and piercing blue color, void of emotion, care, or fear. They were anti-life killing machines.

They began to march inland slowly (for 10 ton droids with legs can't move that fast) on a search and destroy mission for any AA sites or defense positions. Twelve of the droids carried a minigun on each arm, four carried TOW missile launchers, and four carried Stinger missile launchers.

As they began their search, the landing crafts were preparing to enter the opening in the beachead and set up fortifications...

OOC: Your moves, Neo and Hoggy.

- N.G.

OOC: are those executioners on the main island?

OOC:

No, they're on one of the larger outer-inner islands, inside the Barren Halo.

OOC:

Vrak, Layarteb is supplying me with some special weaponry, as well as $50 trillion in aid for the war effort.

Also, I've got mine sweepers clearing mines in front of that beachead. The Executioners and ESPK troops should be landing soon. The battleships are still bombarding the area to prevent any refortification.

- N.G.

Yes I am supplying him under the scenes and the aide was $2.55906798T. Additionally I am "neutral." My supply him is secret IC.

OOC: Yeah, sorry, I was drunk when he told me that number. It must've looked different at the time and told my brain 50 instead of...2

N.G, go on AIM!

You can reach me on Nebulous Berzerk, on AIM.

OOC: Can I join?

OOC: Possibly. I think everyone would have to agree.

To Cheka HQ, Bejia House, Cyro, Dyelli Beybi

Vastiva hereby is releasing the 38 million USD frozen in our accounts to you. HSI operatives have uncovered a small ring of subversive elements who are in custody at this time.

We would give notice that one of our wolf-pack submarine fleets is on the projected course between you and Neo-Tyr. We would gladly give support if requested; if not, we ask that our submarines be unmolested.

Namaste,
Francesca Berenstein al-Dalal
Vizier of International Activities
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

Dyelli Beybi wishes to thank the Sultanate of Vastiva for it's support in this matter. While we understand Vastiva is remaining neutral at this point, and do not wish to jepardise this position, still added protection for Klatchian supply columns would be greatly apreciated.

Commisaar Reilly, Political Officer 1st Class
Provincial Ministry of Defence
C.O. Benjia House, Cyro.

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"Trust the North Germanians to rush in."

The Grossadmiral of the Dyelli Beybian fleet shrugged, "Well if they want to get blown to pieces it's really none of our concern, it just means less Dyelli Beybians will die."

He was in video conference, with Lunchtime O'Booze, theoretically in charge of Dyelli Beybi's armed forces, but currently still in Dyelli Beybi.

The Generalfeldmarshall grimaced, "They weren't even supposed to try a landing, it wasn't part of the plan. We were supposed to have a three pronged assault by Dyelli Beybi on the left, the JDF in the centre and Alconians on the right."

The Grossadmiral shrugged again, "Well, I guess we'd better make the most of the situation, and we're still pending any orders from the Alconians, who are theoretically running the show."

It was O'Booze's turn to shrug, "I'm out of touch back here, but we've got enough bloody Commisaar's snooping around. The Cheka is up to something... anyway, do whatever you see fit to do."

The Grossadmiral nodded, "I think we'll have to support the bombardment with a cruise missile strike..."

Backing up the Vrakians the Dyelli Beybian Battle Cruisers (14 in total) and the Lord Fisher began to move in. Effective range was 275 nautical miles, although without some AEW&C support they'd need to get a closer. The remainder of the fleet stayed where it was for now, patrolling for submarines and guarding the carriers.

OOC: Can I join?

OOC: I don't see why not. This whole RP is fairly open at this stage, unless Neo Tyr choses to close it.

OOC: We could add a few more, but the scales are already so tipped against my favor, any more support to the Klacth would be a bit of overkill... Also are the Greater Islands and Federated Peoples on my side? I mean, their helping the rebles and all...

The Germianan Fleet had landed on Sarcobess Isle. The marshy swamp island had some bunkers and SAM sites on it, there were several remote controlled miniguns around the island. However, the coast gaurd made no attempt to bombard it. The island was a histroical site of Neo Tyr, on this isle lied Sarcobess Castle, an important marker of culture for the Tyrinians. The castle barely escaped the blast, and would undoubtly need restoration when this was though. However, although the Coast Gaurd could not make any strike on the robots, the Strike Eagles could. They delivered precision strikes against the robots, mine sweepers, the beached landers of the robots and any other ships that were near Sarcobess. The Eagles then went on route to attack the other Klatch ships, aware of the Klatchs interceptors, but a squad of Eurofighters backed them for support. Another squad of figheters stayed vigalant against any other bombers coming. Three squads of B-1B Lancers took off from Hamapuri as well.

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Hamariki Belda met with the Hogsweat troops, a smile on his face. "It is good to see renforcements. I am Secretary of Defense Hamariki Belda, and I am humbled to welcome you here." He was rather rushed, hearing the the SPRINT missles were failing him. He needed a new plan. However, he had info of subs getting a little too close. The Artimis Systems Net had echolocation sites in the ocean floor, he smiled a bit knowing the subs thought they were safe, and the worst for them was yet to come.

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Richard tapped his foot in his office. There had to be more allies out there, right? I mean, there had to. It was insane not to belive so. Nevertheless, he made a formal message.

As Neo Tyr is under a unjustified war, we retain all rights to open fire on unregistered forign vessels entering our air or sea space. Any vessle(s) wishing to register must make an appointment with the Secretary of Foreign Affairs. Furthermore, all travel is postponed untill the Klatch makes peace, so any and all tourists and buisnessmen in Neo Tyr are to be transfered to Kyrall and will stay there for their own safety untill the Klatch and her allies end this foolish war. We are deeply sorry for inconveinces surrounding this, however all complainets should be lobbied to the Klatch.

Richard Solstice
Richard Solstice

The Minister of Foreign Affairs had been briefed on the events surrounding Neo Tyr. He had decided to act after speaking with Special Envoy Madrid Arden, who had been to Neo Tyr.

The press room at the Ministry was set and reporters from every major news agency were at hand, he was certain that the world would hear him.

"Greeting ladies and gentlemen of the press , thank you for coming. I have felt the need to clear the record on the events unfolding in the Klatch and Neo Tyr.

First, I will state the facts. One, Neo Tyr deployed ground and naval assets into Dyelli Beybi in support of a terrorist uprising. Two, Neo Tyr was soundly defeated, surrendered their forces and then used the surrender as a cover for renewed hostilities. Three, Neo Tyr admitted that they had, indeed, sent their forces into Dyelli Beybi. Four, Neo Tyr turned down a peace delegation from the Federated Klatchian Coast. Five, Neo Tyr also turned down a peace delegation from the Free Republic.

I have also learned that on top of all of this, the Government of Neo Tyr has blamed all of this on their seventeen year old monarch."

He pauses here and smiles

"Now, I'm no expert, but a seventeen year old is hardly capable of making these kinds of decesions. I think it is absolutely outrageous that Neo Tyr invades another nation, on the word of a teenager, then blames the teenager for making bad decisions and then expects an 'oops, my bad' will soothe international relations.

I think it is outrageous that the governing bodies in Neo Tyr would take such ill advised actions on the command of their beloved monarch, and then to add to the outrage, lay the blame at this poor inocent girls feet. These are grown men and women, with experience that act with impugnity and then lay their failures in judgement at the feet of a girl and then have the gall to condemn their own people and refuse to make peace.

I have heard several nations decry the 'unwarranted' invasion of Neo Tyr, and the awful manner that the FKC forces are violating the sovreignty of Neo Tyr. I would ask, where were these critics when Neo Tyr invaded Dyelli Beybi in support of terrorists?

I will state, that I do not believe that an invasion of Neo Tyr was inevitable, I do believe that it is justified and that the actions of the FKC are justified. I also believe that the current government in Neo Tyr has failed it's people and it's princess and the blame lays at their feet and the blood is on their hands.

I regret the war that is coming to Neo Tyr, but the goverment of Neo Tyr did nothing to avoid it and everything to speed it's coming."

Thank you ladies and gentlemen."

OOC: It would've been nice, DB, if I had been notified of this plan. But I've made headway. If you want to consider me outside of the ring of invaders, find your own route. No offense intended.

Also, what is a Strike Eagle? And I'm not so clear on whether or not the Executioners were actually attacked. Also, the Executioners would respond with 24 Stinger missiles if any air strikes were made against them. Also, what kind of defenses are in the bunkers? Anti-tank weaponry? Assault rifles? Machine guns? Unless things are different, I'll RP it like this...

IC:

The Executioners advanced through the island, and came under fire from a bunker. They took no action to hide. Eight T.O.W. missiles were fired at the bunker and a wall of minigun fire from the battle droids followed. Fourteen Executioners stayed in place and laid down incessant minigun fire at the bunker (that's 14 miniguns firing at the same time; the rest were Stinger or TOW armed), while the other 6 advanced to kill any remaining enemy soldiers.

The fire from the miniguns stopped 6 Executioners stood up at the entrance of the bunker stuck the barrels of their miniguns in, and fired.

[Sorry if I God Mod here]

Before they could kill anyone inside, an RPG flew at one of the Executioners, hiting his head area, and disabling his vision sensors, as well as knocking half of the head off.
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On the beachead...

The first wave of special ops forces had landed and were setting up mortars and artillery pieces. They placed sandbags around the craters formed from the bombs. Germanian snipers watched the horizon for any invading forces, and a Mobile Radar Truck was driven onto land accompanied by a mobile S.A.M. site. The Germanians were preparing for the long haul.

Dyelli Beybi wishes to thank the Sultanate of Vastiva for it's support in this matter. While we understand Vastiva is remaining neutral at this point, and do not wish to jepardise this position, still added protection for Klatchian supply columns would be greatly apreciated.

Commisaar Reilly, Political Officer 1st Class
Provincial Ministry of Defence
C.O. Benjia House, Cyro.

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"Trust the North Germanians to rush in."

The Grossadmiral of the Dyelli Beybian fleet shrugged, "Well if they want to get blown to pieces it's really none of our concern, it just means less Dyelli Beybians will die."

He was in video conference, with Lunchtime O'Booze, theoretically in charge of Dyelli Beybi's armed forces, but currently still in Dyelli Beybi.

The Generalfeldmarshall grimaced, "They weren't even supposed to try a landing, it wasn't part of the plan. We were supposed to have a three pronged assault by Dyelli Beybi on the left, the JDF in the centre and Alconians on the right."

The Grossadmiral shrugged again, "Well, I guess we'd better make the most of the situation, and we're still pending any orders from the Alconians, who are theoretically running the show."

It was O'Booze's turn to shrug, "I'm out of touch back here, but we've got enough bloody Commisaar's snooping around. The Cheka is up to something... anyway, do whatever you see fit to do."

The Grossadmiral nodded, "I think we'll have to support the bombardment with a cruise missile strike..."

Backing up the Vrakians the Dyelli Beybian Battle Cruisers (14 in total) and the Lord Fisher began to move in. Effective range was 275 nautical miles, although without some AEW&C support they'd need to get a closer. The remainder of the fleet stayed where it was for now, patrolling for submarines and guarding the carriers.

Commisaar Reilly, Political Officer 1st Class
Provincial Ministry of Defence
C.O. Benjia House, Cyro, Dyelli Beybi

Ab-shalom and greetings;

W-6 fleet has been assigned to supply escort for the time being. Please use the frequencies attached to coordinate shipping and escorts.

Namaste,
General Riva Sola al-Din
Commander
Vastivan Armed Services
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

***

Notation - Dyelli Beybi supply shipping is now escorted by Vastivan submarines.

The innocent looking walruses were busy clearing away as many mines as possible. First, they concentrated on the area near their dropships, mainly the typhoon subs. Then, they began to work outwards in a circle. The typhoons stayed relatively close, offering them a place to rest when necessary - although they would not surface. The walruses, after all, were quite good swimmers and relied upon their natural ability to locate mines.

Minesweeping ships also drew near to the position, offering assistance and coordinating efforts to clear a path as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Meanwhile, the main body of the Vrakian interceptors concentrated on defending the fleet proper. That is, any Neo Tyr or Hogsweat fighters would be immediately set upon. The four Hamas battleships (Devastator, Teeth of Ruin, Mammoth, and Clam Snapper) launched their WOTAN cruise missiles near the perimeter of the newly created North Germanian beachhead.

The nearest amphibious craft launched helicopters to aid the eager North Germanians. Each Ivan Rogov carried 3 transport helicopters along with a combat variant that accompanied them to provide air cover at the LZ. In total, about 24 transport helicopters and 8 combat departed for the Neo Tyr coast. It was madness, but then again, they could get lucky.

The projection fleet tasked with engaging the Hogsweatians neared. The battleship launched all ten of its cruise missiles at the nearest enemy ships. As well, the long range Tu-160 bombers were within maximum range. All 200 plus launched their deadly A-15 anti-ship missiles in successive waves at all the ships. After launching their load, they will turn around and make haste back to the FKC proper. They were beginning to run low on fuel.

OOC:

Roughly at least 200 bombers. I have more but not sure how many losses to take or even if anyone was engaging them. Each bomber has 12 A-15 and they are most likely within the max 250 km range. They will target all of the Hogsweat ships. The Yak 141s launched from the carrier (at least 40 or so, since the carrier itself can hold 104 craft) will try to provide some form of protection. As well, the lone battleship launched 10 cruise missiles (range 300 km. I'll try to find warhead size but most likely similar to a Shipwreck or Tomahawk).

edit: forgot to add this. Each battleship of mine carries 10 WOTAN cruise missiles.

Captain August "Mighty" Quinn brought his Pierpont the VSS Telemachus to the surface fifty nautical miles out, right beside one of the Dyellian freighters he was escorting.

"I'm going up. Keep me informed."

The Mighty Quinn was one of the old breed of submarine commander - a doubly astonishing feat at his 35 years. He brought with him a pair of binoculars and his curiosity.

The landing was well underway - this resupply fleet would still be outside of hostilities, and it was unlikely anyone would spot his submarine beside the huge freighter.

A glance told him what he wanted to know - less, perhaps, then his VOX computers below could tell him, but there was something about looking yourself that drew August to the surface.

Nevertheless, he spent the better part of an hour watching.

"Prepare some drones for depthlaunch. SHARDs, I should think, the stealth versions. Two for now. We'll move thirty miles counterclockwise, launch them, and return with the fleet. Nothing on those freighters will find us, and we're too far out for anyone to take a real interest."

The hatch clicked shut.

"Aye-aye, Captain!"
"Prepare to dive. Make your course one-six-six, one down bubble to depth three-zero-zero."
"Aye, sir." The XO gave out orders crisply and precisely.

Transmitting.....

All peoples involved in this bloody war,

As a nation of exporters The Federated Peoples MUST look out for our best interests. We are now mobilizing more troops to send over if the fighting gets even bloodier than it is now, but these are not regular troops. The troops that we have mobilized are mercenary forces that we have created to bring in more income, and we have decided that this is the perfect time to test their skill in battle. So if either side needs mercenary help contact me right away and I will dispatch them immediately. As of right now I have 4 companies of Urban Infantry and 2 squadrons of fighters, 1 mixed units of f-14's, Mig's, and f-16's. The other squadron is made up of f-18's. These units are first come first serve, length of contract is until the war "officially" ends. Price is negotiable.


Transmition ended.....

"My lord are you sure about this? Do you think that is a good idea to play both sides of this war?" Lord Plichkin's aid stood by him

"Yes, its all win win for us here. First we will be supporting the winner of the war, second we will be some of the first to get new exporting contracts, and last we will get rid of some of these criminals. These new mercenary units are perfect for their kind."

"Sir, just for the record I do not like this idea, I have a feeling that it will haunt us in the future."

Back in Dyelli Beybi the Cheka was waiting for two things. They were waiting for Neo Tyr's Commander in Fiord Harbour to respond to their overtures, then they were waiting for the Neo Tyr Captain to respond to their test...

Dyelli Beybi was more than ready to enter into behind the scenes negotiations. They weren't really that keen on this war, in Tzarist times, territorial gain had been a high priority, but these days pecuniary gain had taken over, and they were unlikely to make any money this way. Of course it would have to be behind the scenes. Their was National pride to think of. So they waited.

To:Hogsweat
From: Arenumbergian Poltiburo
Subject: Neo Tyr

While our nations do not see eye to eye, and we have long either fought each other and such, this must come to a end, we can support you here, and now, if you refuse, then that is so, but if you accept, then forever may our nations be friends in times of need and thimes of peace.

To: Neo Tyr
From: Peoples Naval Command - Equistra, Arenumberg
Subject: Registering Vessels

We are interesting registering vessels for arrival and passing near your territory

You are watching MNB News

"The Cabinet today issued a statement condemning the Neo-Tyrian involvement in the Dyellian Civil War, and called upon the government of Neo-Tyr to step down, prior to seeking a peaceful resolution.


It is apparent that Neo-Tyr, even with Hogsweatian help, will lose this war. Their best hope is to remove the government that got them into this mess, and hope that the Klatch are still in the mood for peace

This comes on the heels of the issuing of our usual Formal Declaration of Neutrality.

Non-aligned members of Parliament have praised the Klatchians for showing restraint in their actions;
[cut to an older, distinguished looking man]

The Klatchians have shown remarkable restraint in this matter so far. If I had been in charge of the Klatch, and Neo-Tyr had done this to me, I would have decided to reduce our nuclear arsenal one at a time, if you get my meaning.

Rumour has it that the Government is considering offering the Empire's services to broker a peace settlement, but this grows less likely as time goes on..."


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You are watching MNB Financial News Network

"... and it's madness here on the floor at the Aldet Stock Exchange as the Rai'lek 500 Futures Index soars amid speculation in Klatchian military corporations.

This is happening even as the T'ai Arc skyrockets, the titanic rise in local stocks fueled by Kuvarlaroni weapons manufacturers and an inflow of capital as regional investors desert Neo-Tyr, and now Hogsweat, in favour of local businesses..."

the newsman breaks off as a bell sounds behind him

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Rai'lek Index has just hit broken the record, and is continuing to soar! This could lead to the largest monthly rise on the markets in over a year..."

To: The Federated Peoples
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Mercs

You are welcome to send in your troops to detroy Neo Tyr. Should you choose to side with them - we believe that the consequences will reflect bady on you.

Near Neo-Tyr
The Alconian subs had been poping up and firing cruise missles at SAM sites on the northeastern corner of Neo Tyr. The active counter missle defenses had been noted and were now the focus of continual steady bombardardment. The flights of missles were now being divided into groups of four, One group high, One group wave skiming, and two groups spreading out to the right and left. (each group contained two cruise missles with a 500kg pentrating warhead). The groups were also staggered, forcing the defensive systems to attempt to destroy the maximum number but allowing the counter missle launcher to be destroyed durring reload.

800 nm north/ north-west of Neo Tyr
The B-1Ds and B-53s began to arm their weapons as they approached the weapons release point, 280 nm north/ north-West of Neo Tyr

Deployments Near Hogsweat Fleet
36 B-1 bombers were approaching from the North. Farther out, and from a diffrent heading than the Vrakian air armada aproaching. Any tatical anaylist would have realized that the new set of bombers would be arriving just after the Vrakians, and that most aircraft attempting to interecpt the Vrakian air armada would be on fumes attempting to deal with this new threat when it came into range.

Worse, a large taskforce had detached itself from the Third and Fourth Alconian Fleets behind the Vrakian Taskforce.

OOC: Hogsweat, the B-1 bombers each carry 6 PJ-10 missles. A listing of Third Fleet which is detaching to deal with the remains of your fleets I already listed.

Message: Federated Peoples
We would be more than happy to hire your Merc forces. However, we should note that we will demand an exclusive contract at the present time

"Diverting our forces would be our best bet at removing those blasted ships and mopping up the carrier..."

"That'll be our primary target, sir. The Carrier Castro We'll slip our subs in, and wipe her out... also we'll have harriers to intercept the Castro if it buggers up."

"And if that buggers up?"
"Well tac. nukes are always a question...."

"Good greif! Don't be a fool!"
The Admiral slapped the Sub commander.
"Just do your bloody job!"

The 12 subs turned from the main fleet, they hunted in packs, almost russian style, but they were spread out enough to confuse the hell out of the Hogsweattians, as the plan was to hit them at all sides possible.

The subs sank to the "Dead zone" where radar transmissions became odd and bounced back prematurely. [look it up, not a godmod at all :-)]

"Sir, we'll be in range in one hour."
"Excellent, maintain radio silence and fire on the Castro at XXXX hours."

Post in progress, but for now note this: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7441530#post7441530

The large, grey Pave Hammer tilt Rotor aircraft flew low and fast over the water, whipping up spray from the sea as the rotor blades danced and hummed a deep throb.

In the darkened hull sat 12 Neoprene clad soldiers. Each looked like some sort of large insect with the large scope of their waterproof NVG's protruding from their faces. Furthermore the large flippers on their feet made their appearance less menacing and more comical. At the feet of each man lay a Neoprene sack filled with weapon, BDU's and a complete Land Warrior system.

A green light flicked on toward the ramp of the aircraft and a crewman entered from the cabin giving the men a thumbs up.

The large aircraft was virtually invisible in the darkness and so close to the waves it was unlikely a radar could pick it up. The Aircraft slowed down consdierably and dropped to 15 feet from the dark sea. Usually the Pave Hammer would increase altitude, decrease speed and rotate the Turboprops so it could hover, but during tonights operation this was out of the question.

The ramp whirred into position and clamped down, sloping slightly toward the water. The crewman at the door of the cabin walked down the aircraft and assumed his position at the ramp. He turned and gave another thumbs up.
In turn each Black clad soldier jumped from the aircraft into the water, having secured their NVG's in their sacks.

Navy SEAL's were excellent at sea-borne invasion, although invasion was overkill in this instance. 30 Minutes after each man had dropped into the sea they had arrived on Neo Tyr soil. They had been briefed that a number of North Germanian Executioners were on the island and they had come under attack earlier. The SEAL's were to link up and then carry out a recon of the island to set up a FOB for a number of follow on units.

Once the flippers had been hidden the soldiers broke out their BDU's and donned them over the neoprene, then came the LW system, followed by the new Objective Infantry Combat Weapon (OICW) which was now going to prove itself battle worthy, they hoped.

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The Hirgizstanian 9th Fleet (Fast Attack) linked up with the North Germanian Fleet earlier today. A joint air operation should soon be under way. The 4th Fleet is expected to arrive later today and will commence Air Strikes against Neo Tyr in the next day or so. Expedition forces from the 6th Heavy Marine Division are also expected soon.

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To NG High Command: The COH Command wishes to be given details of the forthcoming Land Invasion of Neo Tyr so we can plan in tandem with Klatchian Forces. Our new Torrent Class Arsenal Ships are loaded with Long Range Missiles, we request targets for immediate so we can bring a swift end to this war. Once received full military operations will begin in earnest.

(OOC: I actually have hardly any idea where your attacking NG, as soon as you can tell me the more i can RP coz i'm sort of 'in limbo' at the moment.)

-COH-

Peter Bridge's shook Hamariki Belda's hand almost jovially, while scores of Hogsweatian troops, their AK74's slung and their beige forage caps wobbling dashed through the streets.

"General Peter Bridges, Hogsweatian Army. Pleasure to meet you. Can we come inside? There are some things we must discuss."

OOC: Strike Eagles are RL Air to surface fighters that recently participated in operation Iraqi Freedom. Google 'em for more info. The Eagles missle'd the area where the executioners were, and any other craft near the shore. Take losses acordingly.

IC: Belda had gesutured to the Government Building. "Of course, of course, come in..." He said, awed at the... boorishness of these new allies. Howver, this was the only aid they were goning to get, so they needed to make the best of it. He had actually just signed off an order to start stage two of the defense. He chuckled a bit, and started inside.

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The Vrakian transport copters were spotted, however, by one of the SAM sites a little further towards the big islands. They shot out their deadly salvo to the transport copter. All automated. The Artimis Systems Net.

Speaking of the Artimis Systems Net, a rather unexpected twist arose. Far under the Barren Halo, one could see very dim lights. This was phase two for the Artimis Systems Net. Torpedos. The whole idea of Torpedos built into an island was crazy. But then again, Mad Serge was the king, and the "Mad" was not for show. It was costly, time-consuming, and rather unneeded. For the time. But torpedos coming from an island? Who would expect it? A large fan of rather advanced torpedos shot from far under the Halo, locked on a ship, speeding towards the Klatch's fleet undetcted...

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To: Peoples Naval Command - Equistra, Arenumberg
From: Automated Messaging Serivce
Subject: RE: Registering Vessels

We're sorry, but techincal difficulties had resulted in this communication fail. We are sorry for any difficulties arising from this.

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The B-B1 Lancers were getting into striking distance, as 5 more squaderons of Eurofighters were dispacted. four AGEIS Cursiers were just outside strikeing range, ready to tear through any craft nearby like paper. The remaining Cruise Missles shot out, striking any ships that could hit them. The Destiny Cannons shot out. They were long range with a powerful penetration capibility. They would then explode with a tremendoius strength to critically damage it.

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Haart sat in his room, awaiting his summoning by the twin dutchies...

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An official message from the Foreign Affairs Department-

We have just recived a Ilek-Vaad broadcast sent over the world, and we must say that they have a penchant for bending the truth. It is rather comical how flimsy their futile attempts to justify this massacre, and we have provided a brief counter argument for this broadcast.

1. No "terrorists" were aided. Neo Tyr aided an officaly recognized government in breaking free from a oppresive regime.

2. On the four fighters who continued hostilities. Not only did a sound 99 percent of our forces surrender after Damian Haart surrendered, the four who countinued were blatantly disregariding a superior order form both an Admiral and a Noble, as such, they have been labled as radicals acting outside the intrests of the country. When they return to Neo Tyr, there will be court marshals for them.

4. We accepted the envoy from the Klacth, however, before their demands could even be presented before the Parliment, the Klatch declared war, and the demands were void. They broke an agreement and lied on peace talks, very undiplomatic of them.

5. The delegation from Ilek-Vaad was, in my whole carrer of official talks, the most inpatient and hasty group I have ever met. When the Princess was needed for a brief moment, they used the time to flee from the talks. When the Princess arrived only 15 minuets later, this carnival of a peace talk was already concluded. This complete and utter fiasco of a negotiation cannot even be concidered a true peace talk.

Did we offer an, as they put it, 'oop, my bad' offer to the Klatch? Hell no! We made an adult, sensable appology, and offered several forms of compensation. However, the Klatch was too blineded by bloodlust to see this offer which would benefit them and instead took a foolish call to war. Here is a fun fact - total ammount of civilians harmed by Neo Tyrinian troops in the Fiord Harbor uprising: 0; ammount of civilians wounded by Klatch soliders: 153. It's justified, of course.

We are starting to see why the people are starting to call Ilek-Vaad "Vrak's Bitch": although the Government does not perticulally agree with the statement. If we could start a formal, sensible peace talk, we would do so with pleasure. But after the lies of the Klatch, and the three-ring circus from Ilek-Vaad, a mediator would be very much appreciated.

Juliet Seabrook
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The SAM sites that fired at the helicopters were noted and targeted by the battleships and cruisers. By now, the massive second wave of bombers arrived from Vrak, this time most were loaded with air to surface ground missiles. They fired their payload of relatively short range A-16 Kickbacks at remaining SAM sites and now Destiny cannons. About 20 were lost due to AA fire, but unfortunately for Neo Tyr, this was only a fraction of Vrak’s military muscle. The rest launched their ant-ship missiles at the nearest Neo Tyr ships.

Half of the transport and combat helicopters were lost, but the rest managed to make it and quickly joined up with the North Germanians. Captain Lurki, a brawny fellow, looked for the nearest North Germanian soldier or officer.

Needles to say, the Neo Tyr were full of surprises. Automatic underwater torpedo systems were proposed in Vrak before, but never came to fruition. Now they were dealing with a threat that the military planners hadn’t even considered. Still, they were far from helpless.

Countermeasures available such as decoys and anti-torp rockets were deployed from the nearest ships as well as the submarines. The attack subs should have an easier time to counter with their own torps, since they would be attacking a fixed target. Meanwhile, the six typhoons launched their payloads of Yahkonts at costal targets. It still puzzled the planners that there would be any remaining costal defenses left. Some of the walruses that were busy doing mine clearing were told to look for and destroy the fixed underwater torp launchers. It would be highly unlikely that they would be targeted by a torpedo.

Still, two destroyers and two amphibious ships were lost from the torpedoes. A cruiser was crippled and one battleship was now effecting repairs. Three frigates were also crippled but still able to fight.

The carriers by now launched any remaining craft (Yak 141s and Su-27 Flankers), which quickly moved to engage the incoming enemy aircraft. The ASW helicopters were deployed and sonar buoys were being dropped as quickly as possible. Needless to say, the ECM suite had been all fired up.

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To: Juliet Seabrook c/c Foreign Affairs Dept, Neo Tyr
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: broadcast

We are insulted, but then not surprised, by your outrageous talk and your abrasive words to our friend, Ilek-Vaad. Ilek-Vaad is no one's "bitch" but a free sovereign nation. Obviously you have not learned anything. But, you will.

Surrender your entire nation now. You know that you cannot win.

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Lassic, Ilek-Vaad

Reporters caught up with the Minister of Foreign Affairs outside of the House of the Republic.

"Minister! Do you have any response to the Foreign Minister of Neo Tyr's insults towards you and the Republic?"

The grey haired distinguished gentleman smiles

"I am an official off the Republic, I do not trade insults. I think the sophomoric statements by Ms. Seabrook indicate exactly how serious they are about peace, and how committed they are to proper governance."

Another reporter spoke up

"What about the charge that the Special Envoy's peace offer wasn't valid?"

The Minister shrugs

"We offered to use our military force to enforce the peace, if Neo Tyr would have acted seriously for peace, Republican forces would be blockig Klatchian forces as we speak.

It just so happens that the states of the Klatch acted reasonably and Neo Tyr acted unreasonably, facts are facts, we support justifiable actions. The States of the Klatch are justified."

He then steps into his car.

Unteroffizier Gluthauser spotted Captain Lurki and approached him. He was a friendly-looking soldier, but also intimidating by his stature, uniform, and equipment. He came from south Germania, from a town that is German-speaking only. He carried a Steyr-Aug, along with a small battle ax and a strap of 10 grenades on his side.

He approached the captain...

Gluthauser: Guten tag, ich bin Unteroffizier Sepp Gluthauser, auf den 9te Wehrkorps. Kommen Sie aus Vrak? Verstehen Sie mich?

The captain answered that he did not speak German.

Gluthauser motioned for the captain to follow him...
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The small Executioner group had taken a beating from the Strike Eagles, though all 24 Stinger missiles had been successfully fired at them.

12 Executioners were destroyed, 4 damaged badly, and only 4 surviving.

The Executioners reported their status to Küll, and he ordered their retreat to the Germanian-fortified beachead.

As Gluthauser and the Captain returned, the Executioners approached, startling even the Germanians, several of whom opened fire before an order was shouted that they were friendly.

Gluthauser: Willkommen zu den Reichswehr, Herr Kapitän.

He smiled, bowed, and called Commander Eschell to speak with the captain...
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Neo-Tyr: Post your losses from A) The Executioners' attack on the bunker, and B) the Stingers launched at the Strike Eagles.

- N.G.

You are watching MNB: Question Time in the House of Lords

"My question is directed to the External Affairs Ministers. My Lady, My Lords, what is the governments' reaction to the Neo-Tyrian claims?"

The Deputy Minister, a man of middle years, stands.

"Our position is that we have no official position.

"However, while it is true that they weren't technically aiding terrorists, the Neo-Tyrians were the only ones to acknowledge this so-called "officially recognised government". The rest of the world labelled them "insurgent elements". They choose the wrong side in a war, an internal war at that, and now are complaining that they have do deal with the consequences of backing the losers.

"They claim that their troops didn't harm any civilians. I put it to this Chamber that without their assistance, the insurgents wouldn't have fought for as long as they did, and the civilian death toll would most likely have been lower.

"And as for "undiplomatic", I can see how labelling Ilek-Vaad "Vrak's Bitch" is really going to aid the cause of peace. In fact, I'd be hard pressed to find anyone with less diplomatic ability than Ms. Seabrook; If a diplomat says "yes", she means "maybe", if a diplomat says "maybe", she means "no", and if a diplomat says "no", well, then she is no diplomat.

"In my humble opinion, my Lords and Ladies, the Neo-Tyrians would have done well to test the water before jumping into the pool. It's a pity this advice will be of little use to them where they're going."

The Deputy Minister sits, and another member stands.

"The Chamber recognises Bishop Serpens Aldir"

"Thank you, Your Radiance. Mr. Deputy Minister, what is the government's position on mediation? What I mean is this; is our government offering to mediate in the situation? Or considering such an offer?"

Bishop Aldir sits, and the Deputy Minister stands.

"Your grace, we would only offer our services as a neutral mediator if we were to receive a telegram requesting such services. In any case, if the mood today in this chamber is anything to go by, such a move would be mired in committee until the question became academic."

The Deputy Minister sits, and another member stands.

"The Chamber recognises the Earl of Karad."

"My question is to the Interior Ministry, on the subject of next year's Budgetary forecasts..."

Veisser, capital city of North Germania, the Reichschancellor was speaking with his top advisors...

Großfeldmarshal Third Class Tomas Kleiner: Reichschancellor, are you sure that movement would be a wise move? With all respect to your wisdom, of course.

The aging Reichschancellor who was not quite as restrained (for a Germanian) as he used to be, and was growing ever more weary and saddened then spoke after a deafening silence.

Reichschancellor Einheit: I respect your advice, Herr Kleiner. However, if Hogsweat and Neo Tyr continue their arrogant and thoughtless killing of our honorable soldiers - in the name of nothing but ego - defending the Klatch and all its countries and peoples, I may very well choose to use tactical I.C.B.M. nuclear weapons against them. This dogfight with Hogsweat is claiming the lives of soldiers who fought in the war with Dozle, soldiers I knew personally, and long time friends and supporters. Those whom I loved. Their mourning ceremonies will be epic. Nothing short of what mine shall be.

Küll is in danger as we speak. At any moment, a cruise missile or torpedo could hit his battleship and kill him. I will not have my most famed and brilliant strategist and Field Marshal and heir to the Empire murdered while he sleeps on a freezing ship in some putrid, foreign ocean.

If my heart bleeds too hard and my sorrow is too great for my comrades and patriots lost, I will strike against those who have murdered my brothers with an anger and vengeance given to me by God himself. An anger which He Himself could not stop once set in place.

Großfeldmarshal Second Class Rudolf Heinkel: May your will be done, Herr Reichschancellor.

- N.G.

Secret IC

The Emperor took his pen and began to scribble. He addressed the letter to the rulers of both Hirgizstan and North Germania, his long time allies. "Progress in your war looks good from our intelligence reports. Undoubtedly you have recieved the necessary supplies [North Germania] and we are inquiring as to the necessity of future supplies. We will gladly offer our services to deliver those supplies via ship to your ports or territories controlled by you with access to the wargrounds. All payments will be deferred until after the war so you need not worry and as usual, TOA discounts apply. Send informaiton via secure line." He dispatched the communique immediately.

OOC: I hope you don't mind me joining in, this looks like a good RP. All the information is in the Kriegos Military Report.

IC:

TO: FKC Nations
From: Kriegos H.Q

Message Begins


It has come to our attention that allies of Kriegorgrad and members of the RWC have been taking part in a war against the sovereign nation of Neo Tyr and after careful review of the situation, we have decided to take part on the side of the FKC. We hope the forces we pledge can have a use, we also pray that this war ends up in a downward spiral, akin to a decrescendo, eventually defusing itself.

Yours,

Grand Inquisitorial Lord Matthias, Keeper of the Seal, Guardian of the Tome

Message Ends




High Lord Marshal Corzare Zaphiir stood with his hands behind his back, pale lights danced across his face in the darkness of the war room, the constant background chatter of computers humming and thinking gave Corzare a warm feeling inside, he felt good in these comfortable surroundings as technicians rushed to and fro, usually bearing the large, unwieldy cargo of a large stack of paper, precariously perched atop the stack that the possibilty of them tumbling to the floor was never out of the equation.

A phone rang in the distance as Corzare sifted some tobacco into his intricate pipe, Ring Ring, he fumbled in his pocket for a match box, Ring Ring, he cracked open the box and struck the match alight, a small pool of yellow light opened up before calming down and resuming a small, passive light, Ring Ring, the narcotic caught aflame, red lines flew through the strands of tobacco as Corzare took in a deep puff of the harmful substance. Ring Ring - "Hello?".

Corzare half closed his eyes, losing himself in the wisps of pale smoke that drifted towards the ceiling, his eyes strained to follow the smoke in the semi-darkness yet they always fell apart before they reached the ceiling...always falling apart before they...Corzare was ripped out his pleasantly idle reverie, a small voice pierced the semi-consciousness that Corzare occupied, "Sir, we are going to war!" The small voice said eagerly, Corzare opened his eyes and noticed the young adjutant before booming back "Absolutely smashing! Off to war we go!".

The young adjutant just stood there before Corzare, "Well then? Come on boy, fetch us a console!" Corzare spat with disdain at the young man, "Yes sir! was the startled reply, the adjutant set off with haste to find a console, after 2 minutes of waiting, a voice called out, beckoning Corzare.

Corzare leant over the young man's shoulder, he decided to take a kinder route than the one he had been taking, "Whats your name lad?" The young man looked up; suprised, before replying, "My name is Zeh'rakil sir," Corzare clapped him on the shoulder and told him he could he go, the adjutant clambered out of the dark, foam-padded chair before Corzare swooped in, plonking his large behind in it's comfortable recesses, his hand started flying over the keyboard.

ACCESSING……connection established…welcome to the Kriegos Battlenet….accessing KMR.exe…

Kriegos Military Report

Kriegos Expeditionary Force (KEF) - Mainly used for scouting out new land and the like. Sadly has found very little of late. Doesn’t need much funding though, it has a basic job.

Kriegos Armoured Fist (KAF) - The contingent that contains all offensive mobile equipment, tanks for one. The KAF is doing just fine, excellent tanks and funding have made sure this leviathan remains functional.

Kriegos Shock Troopers (KST) - The footsloggers of the Kriegos army, excellent in offence and equally skilled in their defence. The well disciplined back bone of Kriegos forces and doing just fine.

Kriegos Sky Guards (KSG) - The air force of Kriegorgrad, well trained pilots fly planes that have been recently overhauled. Good, the improvement has done the KSG well.

Kriegos Naval Guard (KNG) - Has recently received a massive overhaul, the KNG is now a match for most other modern navies.

Kriegos Airborne Infantry (KAI) - Similar to the Shock Troopers but the KAI specialise in severing supply lines. Good soldiers could do with a bit more funding.

Kriegos Mechanized Infantry (KMI) - Similar to the Shock Troopers but uses transports exclusively. Specialises in reinforcing the lines quickly. Well funded and used.

Kriegos Path Finders (KPF) – Equipped with sniper rifles and the like, these elite soldiers specialise in small-scale operations, they are the best scouts of Kriegorgrad and can live off the land for weeks at a time.

Kriegos Death Korp (KDK) - Elite soldiers of Kriegorgrad, extremely skilled and trained, a match for many modern soldiers. The impressive record of the KDK hasn’t been marred by a failure yet.

*Kriegos Inquisition (KI) - Kriegos secret police, they operate outside of Kriegos law indefinitely, uses creative methods of interrogation to extract information. Excelling in it’s field as always while on the diplomatic note, has improved relations with quite a few other countries

Kriegos Earth Breakers (KEB) - The section of the Kriegos military that deals in ordnance, specialises in bombarding the enemy from afar. Seems to be doing well.

*Kriegos Iquisitorial Guard (KIG) - Elite Soldiers; made up from the best of the best of the military controlled branches, directly under the command of the Inquisition, allowed to operate outside of Kriegos law when under the Inquisition’s instruction. Excelling in it’s duties as usual.

Branches marked with a "*" are independent of the Kriegos military.


Kriegos Military




Manpower at Home: 1,618,651

Manpower Stationed in RWC Bases: 40,000

Total: 1,658,651 Combatants

16,586,510 Men and Women in Logistics

KDK Division: 20,000 Kriegos soldiers.
KST Division: 20,000 Kriegos soldiers.
KEF Division: 20,000 Kriegos soldiers.
KAI Division: 20,000 Kriegos soldiers.
KIG Division: 5000 Inquisitorial Guardsmen.
KP Division: 1000 Kriegos Pathfinders
KMI Division: 20,000 Kriegos Soldiers and 5000 Crewmen mounted in 2000
M3 Bradleys.
KAF ST-21 Division: 5000 ST-21 Battle Tanks and 15,000 Crewmen.
KAF M88 “Badger” Division: 5000 M88 Heavy Battle tanks and 20,000 crewmen.
KSG Fighter Division: 50 F-16s, 50 MIG-29s, 50 SU-35s, 50 A-10 Thunder Bolts and 200 crewmen.
KNG Fleet: N/A
KEB Division: 250 M109A6 Paladin Self Propelled Howitzers, 250 MLRS M270 Launchers, 300 M992 Field Artillery Ammunition Support Vehicles (FAASV) and 2250 crewmen.
KSG Bomber Division: 30 B-1s, 25 B-52s and 245 crewmen.
KI Division: CLASSIFIED


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[FONT=Courier]1st KDK Command Division [On standby]
2nd KDK Division [On standby]
3rd KDK Division [On standby]
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Standard Issue KDK Equipment: M16 Assault Rifle with under slung M203 Grenade Launcher, Desert Eagle .357, M-95 Military Gas Mask, 3 M61 Fragmentation Grenades, 1 AN-M8 HC White Smoke grenade and a steel alloy Kriegos Blade.
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4th KPF Division [On standby]
5th KPF Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
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Standard Issue KPF Equipment: Dragunov Sniper Rifle OR AK74 Assault Rifle, Binoculars, 2 M61 Fragmentation Grenades, 2 AN-M8 HC White Smoke Grenades and a steel alloy Kriegos Blade.
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[FONT=Courier]6th KST Command Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
7th KST Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
8th KST Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
9th KST Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
10th KST Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
11th KST Division [On standby]
12th KST Division [On standby]
13th KST Division [On standby]
14th KST Division [On standby]
15th KST Division [On standby]
16th KST Division [On standby]
17th KST Division [On standby]
18th KST Division [On standby]
19th KST Division [On standby]
20th KST Division [On standby]
21st KST Division [On standby]
22nd KST Division [On standby]
23rd KST Sapper Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
24th KST Sapper Division [On standby]
25th KST Sapper Division [On standby]
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Standard Issue KST Equipment: AK74 Assault Rifle, .45 Heckler and Koch USP, 2 M61 Fragmentation Grenades and a Kriegos Blade.
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26th KEF Command Division [On standby]
27th KEF Division [Stationed in Zarbian African Colonies]
28th KEF Division [Stationed in The Merchant Guilds]
29th KEF Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
30th KEF Division [On standby]
31st KEF Division [On standby]
32nd KEF Division [On standby]
33rd KEF Division [On standby]
34th KEF Division [On standby]
35th KEF Sapper Division [On standby]
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Standard Issue KEF Equipment: AK74 Assault Rifle, .45 Heckler and Koch USP, 1 Fragmentation Grenade, 2 AN-M8 HC White Smoke grenades and a machete.
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36th KAI Command Division [On standby]
37th KAI Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
38th KAI Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
39th KAI Division [On standby]
40th KAI Division [Combat Ready in case Zarbian bases are attacked]
41st KAI Division [Combat Ready in case TMG bases are attacked]
42nd KAI Division [On standby]
43rd KAI Division [On standby]
44th KAI Division [On standby]
45th KAI Sapper Division [On standby]
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Standard Issue KAI Equipment: AK74 Assault Rifle, .45 Heckler and Koch USP, 2 Fragmentation Grenades, 2 Flash bang Grenades, 1 AN-M8 HC White Smoke grenades and a Kriegos Blade.
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46th KMI Command Division [On standby]
47th KMI Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
48th KMI Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
49th KMI Division [On standby]
50th KMI Division [On standby]
51st KMI Division [On standby]
52nd KMI Division [On standby]
53rd KMI Division [On standby]
54th KMI Division [On standby]
55th KMI Division [On standby]
56th KMI Division [On standby]
57th KMI Division [On standby]
58th KMI Division [On standby]
59th KMI Sapper Division [On standby]
60th KMI Sapper Division [On standby]
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Standard Issues KMI Equipment: AK74 Assault Rifle, .45 Heckler and Koch USP, 2 M61 Fragmentation Grenades, 2 AN-M8 HC White Smoke grenades and a Kriegos Blade.

The main APC for the KMI M3 Bradley Fighting Vehicle.
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61st KAF Command Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
62nd KAF Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
63rd KAF Division [On standby]
64th KAF Division [On standby]
65th KAF Division [On standby]
66th KAF Division [On standby]
67th KAF Division [On standby]
68th KAF Division [On standby]
69th KAF Division [On standby]
70th KAF Division [On standby]
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Notes on the 61st-70th KAF Divisions: The 61st, through to the 70th KAF Divisions utilise the ST-21 Battle Tank, the ST-21 requires only three crewman, maximising the amount of tanks allowed.
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71st KAF Command Division [On standby]
72nd KAF Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
73rd KAF Division [On standby]
74th KAF Division [On standby]
75th KAF Division [On standby]
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Notes on the 71st-75th KAF Divisions: The 71st. through to the 75th KAF Divisions utilise the M88 “Badger” Heavy Battle Tank, the M88 requires 4 crewman.
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76th KEB Division [On standby]
77th KEB Division [On standby]
78th KEB Division [On standby]
79th KEB Division [On standby]
80th KEB Division [On standby]
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The KEB units use the following vehicles in the following amounts: 250 M109A6 Paladin Self Propelled Howitzers, 250 MLRS M270 Launchers and 300 M992 Field Artillery Ammunition Support Vehicles (FAASV) which equates to 800 vehicles.
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81st KSG Division [On standby]
82nd KSG Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
83rd KSG Division [On standby]
84th KSG Division [On standby]
85th KSG Division [On standby]
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Notes on the 81st-85th KSG Divisions: The 81st-85 KSG Divisions focus heavily on dog fighting. Thus, a smattering of dogfighters will make up this force.

Numbers for each Division: 50 F-16s, 50 MIG-29s, 50 SU-35s and 50 A-10 Thunder Bolts.
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86th KSG Division [On standby]
87th KSG Division [Neo Tyr Conflict]
88th KSG Division [On standby]
89th KSG Division [On standby]
90th KSG Division [On standby]
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Notes on the 86th-90th KSG Divisions: The 86th-90th KSG Divisions focus mainly on bombing and bombardment of the skies.

Numbers for each Divisions: 30 B1s and 25 B-52s.
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91st KNG Fleet [On standby]
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Content of the 91st KNG Fleet:
|Flagship| Kreml class Aircraft Carrier Cruiser “The Indomitable”
Attached to the Flagship: 16 x Yak-141
12 x Su-33 (Su-27K)
18 x KA-27PLO
4 x KA-27LD32
2 x KA-27S
3x Kirov class Guided Missile Cruiser
25x Fregat II Udaloy-II class Guided Missile Destroyer
25x Gepard class Frigate
2x Albatros Grisha class Anti Submarine Corvette
3x 667BDRM Dolphin DELTA IV Ballistic Submarine
3x Project 949A Antey Cruise Missile Submarine
2x Akula class Attack Submarine
1x Sierra II Nuclear Submarine
5x Juliett II Cruise Missile Submarine
2x Victor III Nuclear Submarine
262x Scorpion Missile Boat
4x Ivan Rogov class Amphibious Warfare ship
24x Slava Cruisers
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92nd KNG Fleet [Being recalled from the Wolfish Blockade]
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Content of the 92nd KNG Fleet:
|Flagship| Kreml class Aircraft Carrier Cruiser “The Sword and Shield”
Attached to the Flagship: 16 x Yak-141
12 x Su-33 (Su-27K)
18 x KA-27PLO
4 x KA-27LD32
2 x KA-27S
3x Kirov class Guided Missile Cruiser
26x Fregat II Udaloy-II class Guided Missile Destroyer
25x Gepard class Frigate
2x Albatros Grisha class Anti Submarine Corvette
3x 667BDRM Dolphin DELTA IV Ballistic Submarine
3x Project 949A Antey Cruise Missile Submarine
2x Akula class Attack Submarine
5x Juliett II Cruise Missile Submarine
1x Victor III Nuclear Submarine
262x Scorpion Missile Boat
4x Ivan Rogov class Amphibious Warfare ship
24x Slava Cruisers
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93rd KNG Fleet [On standby]
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Content of the 93rd KNG Fleet:
|Flagship| Kirov class Guided Missile Cruiser “The Mailed Fist”
3x Kirov class Guided Missile Cruiser
26x Fregat II Udaloy-II class Guided Missile Destroyer
25x Gepard class Frigate
2x Albatros Grisha class Anti Submarine Corvette
3x 667BDRM Dolphin DELTA IV Ballistic Submarine
3x Project 949A Antey Cruise Missile Submarine
2x Akula class Attack Submarine
5x Juliett II Cruise Missile Submarine
1x Victor III Nuclear Submarine
262x Scorpion Missile Boat
4x Ivan Rogov class Amphibious Warfare ship
24x Slava Cruisers
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94th KNG Fleet [On standby]
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Content of the 94th KNG Fleet:
|Flagship|Krasina class Guided Missile Cruiser “The Anointed Staff”
3x Kirov class Guided Missile Cruiser
25x Fregat II Udaloy-II class Guided Missile Destroyer
25x Gepard class Frigate
2x Albatros Grisha class Anti Submarine Corvette
3x 667BDRM Dolphin DELTA IV Ballistic Submarine
3x Project 949A Antey Cruise Missile Submarine
2x Akula class Attack Submarine
5x Juliett II Cruise Missile Submarine
1x Victor III Nuclear Submarine
262x Scorpion Missile Boat
4x Ivan Rogov class Amphibious Warfare ship
23x Slava Cruisers
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95th KIG Division [On standby]
96th KIG Division [On standby]
97th KIG Division [On standby]
98th KIG Division [On standby]
99th KIG Division [On standby]
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Standard Issue KIG Equipment: IMI Galil assault rifle, Desert Eagle .357, M-95 Military Gas Mask, 3 M61 Fragmentation Grenades, 1 AN-M8 HC White Smoke grenade and a steel alloy Kriegos Blade.
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100th KI Division
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Standard Issue KI Equipment: varied…searching for additional information…additional information: [color=green]CLASSIFIED

[Alternate Reality]The Colonel sends you a bucket of his Original Recipie and a note...
We lost a good time there ago to the Yanks...
[/Alternate Reality]

OOC: FKC not KFC...

TAG: Waiting for some info, will post either later today or tomorrow.

"Sir w're there...."

His first officer spoke barely over a whisper... even though there was no risk into the Hogsweattians hearing them....


"Where abouts are we?"
"Can't tell sir, we're in the dead zone, need to get a bit higher up, but by our calculations, we should be very close to the Castro"

"We have less than thirty seconds untill our other subs rise and hit her..."

"Get to it, man battle stations, hit her with what we've got!"

Twelve submarines blew their ballast tanks and began to rise, as soon as they had left the dead zone they targeted the largest blip on their radar, what they could all guess was the Castro. Two torpedoes from each sub erupted from the Metal behemoths, and thundered towards the Carrier.... she would not live.

Diplomatic notes send either directly or through neutral nations to all nations that have either actively entered the war against Neo Tyro or on its side, or declared that intention.

"The Government of New Shiron will view with grave concern the use of nuclear, biological or chemical weapons by any party in this war except in the direct defense of its national territory. If such weapons are used, the people and government of New Shiron will be forced to reconsider its neutrality as such weapons either directly or indirectly will threaten our nation.

signed,

Her Majesty, Queen Gabrielle III

Burst Transmission some 600 nm from the coast of New Shiron (location undeterminable due to short duration)

....Remember our warning your majesty...

Note: No one knows about the conversation in N.G. except for the three or four men present.

OOC: Bad luck. It would be rather hard to tell which ship you were firing at, since from underwater they looked largely similar.
IC:

Commodore Bellsiov chomped on his giant cigar. His eyes, from the bridge of the Kim-Sung-Il, scanned the horizon as the huge enemy battleships came into sight. He grabbed the microphone.

"Bellsiov to all crews, Battle Stations, repeat, Battle Stations"

Engineers quickly gulped down their coffee and rushed to the huge guns that had lain dormant for so long. They swung from side to side, huge shells loaded and targets picked...

Bellsiov nearly fell over as the ship rocked twelve times in succession.

"Ensign, sit report" Bellsiov barked.

"Aft and bottom sides have taken damage - holes filling up with water. Reports suggest we've been hit by at least 20 torpedoes, possibly more."

"Send word to Fulansky. Initiate a depth charge order" the grim order came.

As the ship slowly sank, engineers primed depth charges and tossed them overboard, in an attempt to flush out the unknown enemy submarines.

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Following Fulansky's orders the nine submarines dived lower, searching for their assailants as the Kim-Il-Sung was gaining water fast...

Note: No one knows about the conversation in N.G. except for the three or four men present.

ooc
Thats true, however, Vrak made an implied threat along those lines in the other thread (rebellion), and New Shiron reacted earlier to that (New Shiron closes borders thread).... so now that the actual fighting is underway, New Shiron is simply making its position clear (before I have to go away for two days to see my kid graduate from USMC boot camp)

Burst Transmission some 600 nm from the coast of New Shiron (location undeterminable due to short duration)

....Remember our warning your majesty...

note delivered through third party to Alcona (as in previous occasion)

radioactive fallout respects no borders.... a massive strike or even a moderate strike against Neo Tyr will kill our people, neutral or not.

OOC: now that's just silly a Battleship and an Aircraft carrier of similar sizes? Ah well


"Target sunk sir! Comms Ident has come through, we hit the wrong bloody Ship! Reports on the Hogsweattian radio that we hit the Kim Il Sung A bloody battleship..."

"Shit, any other nice fat targets?"
"Yessir, bit further away... but"

A boom thundered above them.

"Depth Charge! Dive!"

The Subs blew againa and sank back towards the dead zone, they would try again, but it would be riskier due to the Hogsweattians being on high alert.

note delivered through third party to Alcona (as in previous occasion)

radioactive fallout respects no borders.... a massive strike or even a moderate strike against Neo Tyr will kill our people, neutral or not.

Offical Response: Why the science lesson?

OOC: And Hogsweat don't you have to deal with a Vrakian anti-ship missle baradge?

Cruising on the surface of the calm blue sea where 20 AAAV's of the Hirgizstanian Marine Corps. Their smoke dischargers were creating cascades behind them, almost making them look like they were steam powered.

The Crocodile Crawl (the way the AAAV sinks into the water up to the top of the hull make it looks the way an Alligator or Crocodile looks when its hunting) meant the Vehicles travelled slower than the Marines inside would have liked. But submarines flanked them as far as they could and Anti-Sub and Ship aircraft were on patrol overhead, not to mention the number of Vrakian and Germanian forces that were also covering the landing.

The 20 AAV's contained Marine Engineers and 2 squads of elite Force Recon Marines. Their task was simple, to build a small Heli-Pad to land further Marine Forces to help build a proper FOB on the island.

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The HNS Kenneth Gantt (AMLS-31) and the HNS David Gibbons (AMLS-32) of the 9th Fast Attack Fleet broke formation and moved a number of miles to the side of the main 9th Carrier Group, flanked by two Seawolf Sub's. The Gantt and the Gibbons were the newest ships in the 9th Fleet, Torrent Class Arsenal ships, heavily armoured, fast and filled with flying death.

After 15 minutes of silence 6 brilliant flashes erupted from each Ship. With a resounding crack, 12 Anti-Shipping 'Hammerhead' Cruise Missiles streaked into the early morning fog, their white trails adding to the haziness. The Missiles were all locked onto a single ship, in case some CIWS system gets the better of some of them.

Admiral Lewis, aboard the HNS Mercury (CVN-13), looked on through his NVG binoculars. He smiled to himself, the men aboard the Kim-Sung-Il were in for a real surprise...

(OOC: Hogsweat, you can RP the damage or whatever, your ship, and i'll be honest, haven't a clue what your Navy's Defense Systems are, so RP it how you like- i just saw Mildonia's post, posted as i was writing, target is still the Kim-Sung Il regardless if its already hit, those Arsenal's are stocked well!)

OOC: About Vrak's missile attacks and Girgizstans missile attacks

The Manifesto [List Edit: Destroyed]

"IIIINNCOOOOMMIIIINNNG!!!"

The sailor turned and shouted as the missile shrieked into the Manifesto , smacking straight into its front and shuddering the ship all over. Water began to pour in, and in a desperate last attempt the commodore of the Manifesto launched all twenty of its Granit missiles at once, rocking the ship further and sending it down to it and all its crew to its watery grave, even as the gattling guns rattled and mowed down an incoming missile.

The De Las Barricadas [Status: Undamaged]

The small sovremmny class Destroyer earned its name in history, as a Cruise Missile soared towards it. A brave seaman, Elski Reslylavitioz shouldered his rifle and shot down the Cruise Missile, the burst of three 7.62mm bullets detonating the tip of the warhead and downing the missile.

The Marx [Edit List: Damaged]

"Comrades, engage Anti-Missile wings A through M"

The rocket racks raised as the anti-missile rockets propped up and zoomed into the air, smacking down two cruise missiles but unfortunately one got through, careering its way into the decks of the Marx and ruining a good deal of the runway. Engineers and sailors battled the raging flames and saved two Yak's from the fire, but unfortunately seven of them toppled into the water or were so damaged they could not be used.


The Engels [Edit List: Crippled]

The gigantic battleship lurched as the three missiles found their mark and wrecked the foredeck, setting off ammunition dumps and destroying the use of the forwards guns, rendering the battleship basically useless as the fires on the front deck had to be contained.

The Victorious [Status: Undamaged]

Sailors cheered and sung the anthem of the Republic like a victory hymn as the anti-missile systems aboard the Kirov Cruiser shot down two incoming missiles, saving their lives... for now.

The Kim Sung Il

There was still hope for the ship, until the twelve missiles came out of the haze, a grim smile on their face. [=)] The Kim's escorts managed to down two of the missiles, but it was not enough, as the deadly payload smashed into the superstructure, bringing the Warship on its knees, tipping it over as crewmen desperately rushed to the lifeboats...

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[OOC: Ten missiles, One destroyed, one damaged, one crippled.]
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In retaliation, missile systems came online as at least thirty Granit missiles leapt from their tubes enthusiastically, streaming towards the Vrakian fleet with a menacing whoosh!.

As the ships closed range, the Four Warspite's swung their guns and roared shells in retaliation. Their comrades had just fallen from an enemy missile attack, and in anger the sailors screamed their justices at the enemy by use of missile and cannon.

Sorry Hirgizstan, i didn't see your post, since I was typing. I'll edit and see the Kim Il Sung get blown out of the water. =(

EDIT: okay, edited for response for the Kim Il Sung.

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad watched quietly as the battle unfolded on the screens before him. The satellites showed the larger ships quite clearly, and it was easy to them out as they fired and were hit. Smaller ships didn't show up quite as well, but plumes of smoke from launched missles or hits generally showed where they were. The radar stations had everyship in the theatre locked and under observation.

The Tactical Group Revenge that had been ahead of the rest of the fleet finally settled back into formation with the rest of the ships. They all sat now, on defensive alert and in a defensive arc, close enough to the combat to watch, but far enough away to not be mistaken for targets.

Itxaad turned to Lord Whitmann from Alcona and Hubris who was still aboard

"Well, I don't think there is any real use to you being here. Do you need a ride home? Or perhaps to an FKC vessel in the area?"

OOC: Np, same happend with me. Are any missiles of Guns aimed at my fleet? If so i'll post the damage ASAP, but until i know i can't do anything. If anyone wants stats on the Torrent Class ships either search 'Torrent' on the forums or TG me. They have 25 Missiles apeice

IC:

The Commander of the Gantt, Captain Armatidge III, roared over his intercom, 'HIT' as he studied the various screens in the darkened control room. His X/O stood beside him with a radio in his hand. "Captain, we have two Sea Shadow's inbound, their Commanders are seeking permission to fire at will."
"Very well, tell them they have permission, pick off the Dorsal, its their flagship, i want 20 Hammerheads dropped right on top of the buggers."
The X/O turned and began to talk into the handset.

Still beaming the Captain was brought down a notch when he was notified of a launch coming for the Hogsweatian fleet, around 30 Missiles, sources unknown, heading for the Vrakian Fleet, targets not known. He grabbed a phone from the console in front of him and alerted the Admiral of the 9th Fleet. The Admiral told him to continue the attack and that two more Seawolves were joining the group for protection, followed by an Arleigh Burke AEGIS.

The Fog had finally lifted and the calm seas were soon flashed by the white lights of Hammerhead Cruise Missiles lifting off.

The two Sea Shadow IV's launched 10 missiles each at the Dorsal, although Armatidge believed it would be weel protected and he became doubtfull if 20 would be enough.

However, the Marx was ablaze and seemed an easy target. The Captain ordered the Gibbons to fire 6 Missiles at it, hopefully the Marx would see the bottom by the end of the morning.

The Captain scanned his radar furthermore, while his Weapons Officer waited for the orders. At last he sighed and said "Hit the 'Victorious", let her burn."
He was rocked where he stood as the heavy crack and thunderous whoosh of 8 Hammerheads careered from their launch tubes, ready to rain down death.

(OOC: Thats me for the night, Hogsweat, if the Dorsal isn't in this battle then its my mistake, as i read it from your Naval Forces page, it seemed to be in the same Fleet as the others we're hitting.)

The first of the huge transports unloaded on the Neo Tyr beachead, finally releasing the first wave of advance strike forces.

800 Reichswehr Soldiers and 200 Schultzpolizei Soldiers, along with an engineer company emptied on the beachead.

The engineers began to assemble the 203mm mobile artillery guns air-dropped onto the beach.

The Reichswehr soldiers began to enter uncleared land to the East with flame throwers, clearing vast areas of thick, swamp forest.
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Translated from Germanian...

Unteroffizier Hekkeln: Once the land has been cleared, begin to establish the mine field. I want no forces able to flank our troops from the East.

The same orders were given to other soldiers, who were to operate in the uncleared lands West of the beachead.

On the beachead, other engineers were building the first bunker. Constructed out of steel-reinforced concrete walls which were brought in by helicopter, they were equipped with 4 minigun posts and 2 T.O.W. missile posts.

More engineers set up perimeter defenses: automated miniguns with cameras installed with them. They could be controlled by a human from the beachead on a monitor and a "joystick" of sorts.

The Germanians defense strategy was simple: they were operating in swamps. Tanks could not well be used, nor could mobile artillery.

Thus, stationary artillery, miniguns, machine gun nests, and infantry, supported by the 2 nearby aircraft carriers would defend the beachead from any counter-attack.
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The second wave of reinforcements began to approach the beachead. A total of 165 Executioners would lead the attack, supported by the Reichswehr and Schultzpolizei.
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OOC: Neo Tyr, are there any cities or towns on the island I've landed on?

- N.G.

BUMP

Captain Lurki nodded at the North Germanian ranking officer.

"Well," he began in English, "I've got neary 192 men that made it. We've only got anti-tank and anti-air systems along with some heavy machine guns. I think more are coming but we've got to get rid of those SAM sites I'd think, sir."

Meanswhile, the Vrakians were busy digging in and assisting the North Germanians in reinforcing the line. Some were a bit wary of the Executioners, having served in the Dozle war.


OOC: Short post for the moment. More later.

High Commander Eschell: (Speaking in English)

First of all, Captain, we're assembling temporary housing, and there is more than enough room for your troops. We are preparing dinner as we speak. But back to business.

I agree with you 100%, Captain Lurki. My stance is that we organize small search & destroy teams.

Our Executioners have proven to be far too inconspicuous for such missions. They are only useful in large battles where sheer force and strength is required.

I say that we use 60 - 80 of your men, if you are willing, and 60 - 80 of the ESPK.

Bringing the force to a total of 120 soldiers, we break off into 6 groups.

We can arm your men with G-36's, Steyr-Aug's, AK-74's, whatever you like.

I think it would be wise that each team of 20 consist of the following:

10 men with assault rifles, 2 with anti-tank weapons, 4 with machine guns, and another 4 with SMG's carrying C4 explosives to plant on any SAM sites.

The 4 that would plant the explosives should be highly trained and experienced soldiers.

Now, how I think this should work is that 6 of the men armed with assault rifles and 2 of the men armed with machine guns flank the SAM site to draw any soldiers away from it. After having done so, if any troops remain defending the site, the 4 soldiers with assault rifles and 2 with machine guns attack the site. This will give our 4 special ops men time to actually plant the explosives, get back to the rest of our guys, and knock out the site.

To deal with any soldiers that were drawn away from the site, we radio our 8 guys that distracted them, find their location and flank them.

The success rate seems high, as the attacks would be silent, fast, and efficient. Our men could get in, and get out before any air support could hit us.

That or we could always commandeer the SAM site.

However, I'm not so sure how we are to deal with bunkers. We may very well need to bring extra men to carry a TOW missile launcher. The C4 may not even be needed, seeing as how if a TOW missile launcher can destroy a tank from 300 yards, it can surely knock out a SAM site.

The problem is that we won't be able to use trucks to carry all of this equipment, meaning that the group sizes may need to be increased, which would decrease our stealth factor.

We're fighting in a damned swamp. We can't effectively use tanks or artillery.
I believe we are going to have to claim this island by use of infantry. Unless we can find some solid ground.

Also, Captain Lurki, I think it best we carry these missions out at night. We move soundlessly, we move invisibly, we move quickly, we move efficiently.

We should attack with precision rather than with brute force. Unfortunately, Germanians aren't used to not having a factor of brute force involved. At least, not the Reichswehr. The ESPK are in a totally different world though. However, limited in numbers. But we feel that we aren't going to be able to take this island without taking heavy losses without them.

The hour is growing late. I believe we should begin these missions tonight if possible. If not, then tomorrow night.
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The Commander pulls Captain Lurki away from any soldiers and speaks quietly...

Eschell: The Reichswehr Korps is used for general combat missions and urban combat.

The Schultzpolizei are used for general combat, urban combat, home defense, security, minimum special ops, and police.

The ESPK are used for special operations, assasinations, black ops, security, general combat, home defense, urban combat, recon, intelligence, sabotage, raiding, covert ops, spying, and police.

They can operate any piece of assault weaponry, from submarines to jets to bombers to battleships to tanks, etc. They are also the most physically fit of all the Reichswehr. It has been calculated that one ESPK Op is equal to 55 or more regular soldiers.

They are trained in every form of physical combat, and every member of the ESPK is a qualified sniper. Each ESPK soldier must be able to speak a minimum of 4 languages fluently, with no accent. Thus, it takes a VERY long time to train them and a LOT of money. Most begin their ESPK training in their mid-teens, while their general military training begins at ages 6 - 8, and their education begins at age 2 minimum, age 4 maximum.

They're some of the best soldiers in the world, hence why there are so few of them. Out of over 3,590,460 soldiers in the Reichswehr prime, only 10,500 are in the ESPK.

Your thoughts? What kind of special ops do you have that can work with the ESPK?

- N.G.

Bump.

(OOC) My apologies, this was on the OOC thread. Don't know how it ended up there.

In the POW camp, the Commisaar returned slowly to where Dart was. He walked slowly, with his hands folded behind his back, "Now Captain, despite having seen your rather obvious route of escape you failed to take it. Why is that? There is no way you could have known we had patrols on each bank and an armoured cruiser lurking downriver."

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Fiord Harbour

"It's a National Pride thing." Dashwood explained, "Unfortunately most of the National parliament isn't that familiar with realpolitik. There is no forseeable gain for us in this war, from what the Cheka can deduce all we can expect is a rather unpleasant occupation with lots of Dyellian women and men dying for no particular reason."

She gave a brief, apologetic smile, "I'm sorry I do carry on a bit. Anyway... tonight the Cheka will take you for questioning. During that questioning you will be unfortunately shot. You will be removed in a bodybag for a post-mortem at Squeegleton. I will be sent back to Cyro for interogation. In actual fact we will both meet again an hour so so later in a Cheka field base some miles West of here. For now though just go along with O'Booze and try to stay out of trouble."

She stood, taking a moment to smooth her skirts, "If you think of anything else that could help in making sure I don't get flung into prison or shot for spying when we reach the other end, do let me know. Stuff like that could really put a dampener on the whole plan."

And with that she left.

Meanwhil, out to sea, von Scheer was growing restless. Nobody had given him any orders, and he wasn't theoretically in charge, but well, if the Dyelli Beybians weren't going to seem like a band of crass cowards (like they had in the Dozle war) it was probably best they did something... "Wheel the formation to port!" he ordered, "Bring us into missile range of these damned Hogsweatians. Call themselves Communists. We'll teach them what the revolution is really about!"

A few more fervent troopers on the bridge decided this was a good time to yell, "Viva la lucha!"

The fact that the Hogsweatians called themselves Socialists, yet were sticking up for a Nation which still insisted the Tzar was a legitimate Government, was highly offensive to the Dyellians, many of whom still had rather vivid memories of what the last Tzarist regime had been like. It was to them the very antithesis of Socialism, and as such any Socialist or Communist Government which chose to support it was not worthy of the name. It was always a worry when the Dyelli Beybian military became emotionally charged. It was at times like this they began to regard the Geneva Convention as 'more of a guideline'.

"Start to fall back to the fleet, they'll need our support, their own landings will be taking place soon...."

The subs, stalking their way through the darkness, churned back to the fleet.
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"FIRE!"

A thunderous volley of rockets, missiles and battleship shells roared over the Captain's head.
The island had been chosen, and now it was time to act upon it.
(Neo Tyr, select an island, preferably close-ish to the Germanians...)

Each projectile had been given a target. A bunker, a militia formation, a SAM site....
This was the Greater Eempire of Midlonia at war.

A first wave of three of the Landing craft, each being able to carry three hundred and fifty tons of equipment, were still in their holders.
The lower deck of the transport ship flooded, a torrent of water thundering over cold steel and causing the landing craft to buoy up slightly.
Then they pulled out, and Fighters thundered over head, reports of enemy aircraft had heightened the GEM operation, and had called in more plane and fire support than was necessary, but it was a case of "what ever works".
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Private first class Derrick Julius held his rifle nervously, he sighed and thought of a few things, his home, his mother, his boyfreind standing next to him....
He hoped that he would bring glory and greatness to his families name.
Either that or tragedy.

The Vrakian captain looked at the North Germanian commander a little askance, then chuckled.

“Oh, we are plenty armed, sir. I’ll give you a brief description of what I’ve got here.” He paused a moment as if in thought. Then he began.

“Now, I’ve got 192 troops including myself that made it. So, that’s about one company according to how we do things. Four platoons go into one company, and each platoon has four squads. Now, that give me a total of sixteen squads. I’m pretty sure that we should have at least three anti tank and three anti air squads along with at least one flame thrower squad. I believe we also have two heavy machine gun squads. I’ll have to wait until my lieutenant gets me a more accurate count though.”

He cocks his head.

“Your idea is good. We can send out, say, 8 squads or so and work closely with your men to get rid of these SAM sites. I’d imagine that they will have their bunkers near their SAMs as well. We are ready to go anytime to carry out this mission. ‘Fraid we have no special ops in our troops here. The King’s Own are up to something though I’m sure.”

He looked at the ground and then up to the sky.

“This terrain worries me though. No heavy equipment in here will really be a bitch. And we will need reinforcements soon. I'd like to see these islands napalmed and flush out any nasty surprises first before we move around. Still, we’ve got to take out at least some SAM sites. I can’t believe there are any left. I mean, our battleships were pounding the stuffing out of this area and I saw some flying out of what I think were subs. Must have been the Dukratians cuz only they can get so close."

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Speaking of the King’s Own, the walruses were able to make it back to the nearest Typhoon sub and gather more charges. The underwater torpedo launchers were added to the “to do” list.

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The 50 incoming Granits from the dying Hogsweat ships found their mark on no less that four destroyers, three frigates and badly wounding one cruiser. The remaining two destroyers, three frigates and cruiser responded with a full barrage. Still, the losses will hamper the ongoing war effort. The battleship, with its superior radar detection and countermeasures and the aircraft carrier, due to position, escaped the Hogsweatian attack. All of the interceptor in this theater were order to enage any Hogsweat aircraft while the Su-33s armed with Krytons set off to mop up any remaining ships. .

OOC:

1 Kirov cruiser – 20 Shipwrecks
3 Neustrashimy frigates – 8 Kh-35/SS-N-25 Uran/Switchblade SSM
2 Sovremenny destroyers - 4 x 2 3M-82/ (SS-N-22)

Lets say: 20 shipwrecks, 12 switchblades, and 8 Sunburns were sent.

As well, this thread is galloping along. should we let some others catch up here? As well, my thanks to an anonymous poster regarding strategy.

10 CH-53G Helicopters swooped in low on the nearest open ground, dropping off their cargo two at a time. The first five dropped 150 Heavy Marines, and the last five dropped M198 155mm Mortars that were underslung, followed by disgorging 5 Perentie 6x6's (basically a Land Rover Defender only with 6 wheels, a 50.cal, a 7.62mm and a dirtbike).

The Marines assembled the upper body's of the two vehicles before attaching the Howitzers and donning their Land Warrior Equipment and swiftly moving out, avoiding the freshly cleared swamps.

They passed a group of Germanian soldiers with Flame throwers and powered into the Germanian Command Centre. A Germanian Officer came out to meet them.

The Marines were led by a Major, who saluted the North Germanian and asked could he speak with him.

"Sir, very good to see you. This operation looks very professional, not to mentioned the downright intimidation the Neo Tyrians must be feeling when they find out you've got those brutes with you," the Major pointed in the direction of the Executioners. "We're here with 'Rhino' Company, 1st Battalion, 6th Heavy Marines. We were told to follow your orders sir, something about securing the flanks. We can help you there, but our Engineers are over there, trying to get a Helo base up and running. Thats were our Howitzers are headed. We can do some recon, we're in contact with a SEAL Team, say they're hold up in a shed or something about 4 Miles away. Anyway, what do you want us to do?"
(OOC: Over to you NG ;))

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The 4th Fleet had 5 Torrent Class Arsenal Ships in all. Three were carrying a full compliment of 'Walleye' HE Cruise Missiles, capable of wiping out 2 city blocks. That meant 75 Missiles ready loaded. The other 2 carried a mix of missiles, anti-ship and 'Walleye's'.

The HNS Jason Deming, the HNS Jason Diaz and the HNS Michael Donovan formed up close to the new allied beachead. They were submerged at 50 feet and began to rise slowly.

Once they had levelled off they quickly re-organised the ships for a 'fire and duck', where they would fire off a volley and re-submerge, much like a submarine. The three ships kept their window's shuttered so they could avoid the blasts from the Missiles and submerge quickly.

Within the next 10 Minutes each ship fired a 5 Missile volley, creating smoke clouds over the sea, the ships seemingly disappearing in the haze, as if by some magic trick. The 15 Missiles streaked upward before stablizing and increasing their speed toward their target: the Neo Tyrian Captial...

(OOC:That is probably me for today.)

Eschell: Your idea to bring anti-tank and anti-air squads would have most likely been overlooked by myself. However, I think it to be wise.

I would like for at least some of my men to be carrying flamethrowers to hit those bunkers, if need be.

Unteroffizier Gluthauser walked up to Eschell, stopped, and saluted him.

Translated from German...

Gluthauser: Herr Eschell, Hirgizstani forces have come to our camp. They wish to speak with the commanding officer about a strike into this island.

They have stated that they are under our command.

Eschell: Excellent. We'll bring them along in clearing out these bunkers and SAM sites. Thank you, Gluthauser.

As I was saying, Captain, your idea is wise. Perhaps our engineers can do something about this terrain? If we could engineer the "floating bridges" to be place on this soft soil, we could mobilize tanks.

However, I think perhaps that should wait.

Are you opposed to bringing Hirgizstani forces along with us? They are North Germania's old ally, and have supported us in a number of conflicts. Excellent soldiers, sir.

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Speaking to Hirgizstani forces...

Unteroffizier Klein: Officer Gluthauser has spoken with the commanding officer here. Vrak's and our forces are preparing an inland strike to clear any SAM sites and bunkers.

We may need you to accompany us. Do you accept?

- N.G.

OOC: Woah, that's a lot of replies! I'm not going to be able to reply to often, due to finals. But they'll be done, sooner or later.

There are no towns on Scarcobess, but there are a few buildings. An abandoned Ferry Port to the west (oppoiste shore of your troops) and a ruined Castle and it's visitor's center to the north. The castle has half-sunk into the swamp and has no tactical advantage.

IC: On Scarcobess island, Neo Tyr was slowly losing ground. It was difficult for soldiers to press in, the miniguns firing on any enemy soldier, and Tyrinians with rifles in hand skulked around, checking for foes. Even in the increasinly heavy rain, fire was an easy target. They had just lost a bunker, with all 35 troops in it had been killed. There wern't any bunkers on Sarcobess, and several were invisible in camoflage to the untrained eye. However, most soldiers had just gotten word to use N4 if North Germina got to close. N4... the risks almost outweighed the advantages. Almost.

In the air, the Strike Eagles took emergancy tactics because of the Stingers. 20 of them were able to sucsessfully lose the missiles, however, four were hit, incarnating 2 and leaving two rather damaged. The two hamed ones pulled back, while the healthy ones were going to get as close to the enemy ships they could before being intercepted or shot down. Then they would fire.

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To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
From: Automated Messaging Serivce
Subject: RE: broadcast

We're sorry, but techincal difficulties had resulted in this communication fail. We are sorry for any difficulties arising from this.

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To: The Most Esteemed King of Vrak
cc: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
From: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian
Subject: Let us end this

Now, Vrak I, you know you can, and perhaps will win this war. But is that what you want? You have achived your goal of 'examplifiying' us by crushing the 2nd Fleet, and shown that you can defend your words. But is crushing us what you want?

You have the backing of the international community, it seems, but that may not last. If you kill even one civilian, I can assure you that we can change this war form justified to barbaric. So even if you somehow defeat us, we will win in the end. Not only will traders not wish to associate with you, to cost of mainitaing your army out here could be higher than you expected. And that's not including any costs of damaged or destroyed equipment.

We do not wish to have any inconviencses befall upon the citizens of Vrak, or of the FKC. So how about we end this foolish war, without hurting each other more than we already have. You could include a strict warining after this is over to show while you are very serious about what you say, you have some compassion. That could buy you potential allies. We would offer statements to make us seem like the 'villians' of this fiasco, and thae war would end.

And let me assure you you have barely scratched the surface of our defenses. This could become a long, draged-out war, with too many casulties on both sides. Now lets be sensible adults and end this here, together, and create a solution that benfits your nation rather than harm it.

I happily await your response,
Marimeta Cicily Llamainian.

OOC: Also, I'm going to say no nukes. If you really want to use one, TG me first, alright?

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Dart turned, his ice-cold gaze laying on the Comissar. "Why? Isn't it obvious!? First, I need to set an example to my men, it's my duty as captain and noble. If I tryed to make a run for it, they'd all make a run for it an' get mowed down. Second, look at it. It's a tiny little thing. I have absolutely no information of the geography, you do, wherever I landed, you could send in people to find me. And if I got in it, I might've been shot. Then I'd be dead. Theres a better chanse that we'll exchange hostages and I'll be thrown out. Sooner or later." He concluded.

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Vassal paled. What had he gotten himself into. He gulped, breathed easily, and decided to look around the displays. He needed to get this off him mind if... Lunchtime returned.

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Dash was looking over an icy sea. He restrained a sigh. How was he going to pick himself up a boat. The other MANHUNTERS would probably take out some fishermen to the town up north and 'borrow' their boats. He was regreting a bit that he was down here. He sighed and started inflating a small boat he had on him, it's dark green plastic slowly inflating itself while Dash pondered his next move...

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Kismarken Island was rather quiet. They had seen explosions, but they were a bit out of the way, which was good as they could ship out the last civilians. However, this sereaness would not last. A large group of cruise missiles flew right towards them. The SPRINT Missile System took most of them out, but one missile blasted though what was once a warehouse. The soldiers snapped to attention, ready to fight the forces from Midlonia.

You are watching MNB International News

"Breaking news in the Neo-Tyr War.

The Macisikani Red Cross has confirmed that it will seek permission from the combatants to begin field operations in Neo-Tyr's major population centres. This comes just as Parliament passes the bills opening the Imperial Humanitarian Stockpile to the MCR.

"Although we are not affiliated with the Imperial Government, the Imperial Humanitarian Stockpile is a vast resource that will ease our work tremendously. It would have been extremely difficult to acquire the necessary supplies, in the required quantities, otherwise.

We thank His Imperial Majesty's Parliament for their kind and generous action."

External Affairs is expected to contact the combatants on behalf of the MCR later today; if the request is approved, MCR spokesmen say that the first teams can be deployed within 24 hours.

The MCR's last major action of this type was in the ViZion Civil War, where hundreds of MCR personnel were deployed to ViZion City and other major cities to help ease the civilian situation. The combatants in that war allowed MCR personnel to proceed unhindered

Medicins san Frontiers has confirmed that it will already be seeking access to the area, and may work in conjunction with the MCR.

MEA Officials have stated that this action does not violate the Declaration of Neutrality, as the MCR and MsF are both NGO's not affiliated with the Imperial Government. One official sated "The only thing Macisikani about the MCR is a word in the name, their personnel, and their supplies. They have no connection with our government. As for MsF, anyone accusing them of affiliation with a national government is making a BIG mistake."

Rumour has it that the motion was introduced after pressure was exerted by the Church.

Community Leaders have applauded the decision."

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Official Communiqué

To: Federated Klatchian Coast Forces & their Allies : Also sent to Neo-Tyr and Hogsweat
CC: Other Involved Powers, Reuters, Arn-Mackisa Times
From: Ministry of External Affairs
Subject: Humanitarian Operations

To the Relevant Officials of the Respective governments, greetings.

Our Red Cross has signalled its intention to begin operations on civilians in the combat-affected areas. We are requesting that you instruct your forces not to attack them.

We also request the same measures be taken on behalf of MsF.

Both organisations have indicated that they will confine their activities to civilians and other non-combatants, however if your forces and your opponents have no objections, they may begin treatment of combatants.

I must stress that this does not represent intervention by Macisikan into the conflict; we are merely acting out a request made by these NGO's. Furthermore, this action is not in violation of our Declaration of Neutrality.

We thank you for your time and consideration, and eagerly await your response.

Lady Justina Valdir, Minister for External Affairs.

To: Ministry of External Affairs
From: North Germania Reichswehr.

We give a solemn oath that we will not fire on any Red Cross member, unless he or she in any way interferes with our actions.

In space, above Neo Tyr, the spy satellites were recording conversations, watching for troop movements, and relaying the information back to North Germania.

The orbital weaponry watched the ground of Neo Tyr, and waited for any instructions to fire their payload to enemy targets...

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The beachead...

Engineers had successfully completed the first major defense bunker. It was two stories, with a basement, equipped with 10 minigun posts, 8 TOW missile posts, 20 machine gun posts, 6 grenade launcher posts, 4 mortar posts, and over 20 ports for soldiers to fire handheld weapons out of.

On the roof of the bunker, 4 SAM sites had been established, finally giving the beachead vastly improved air defense.

The bunker also was equipped with smoke grenade launchers, a bomb shelter, and a strategics room.

It was manned by 128 Reichswehr soldiers and 10 officers.

On the west and east sides of the beachead, SAM sites had been established, protected by automated minigun & TOW missile posts.

The engineers then moved on to their next major project: a staging point for moving to the next island.

A launching dock was being built along the shore, which would allow fast release of transport ships. It was being built equipped with two helicopter landing pads.

To: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

You are in no position to dictate to us in “creating a solution” for the end of your nation. As well, do not take this overture as a signal from weakness from our side, but rather that of mercy, which is quickly fleeting even as I speak. I will also not suffer your drawn out excuses such as bureaucratic delay nor listen to your false bravado. The very existence of your nation is at stake. I suggest that you use the last remaining hour that you have…wisely.

Part of your surrender will consist of the following:

1) The full and complete stand down and surrender of all your military assets. All military assets, including soldiers, will be under FKC control.
2) A full occupation of FKC and, if necessary, allied forces within your nation.
3) Complete cooperation in the dismantlement of any and all of your military assets that we deem necessary. This includes, but not limited to, full disclosure of all your military assets, strength, and location.
4) Complete cooperation of your populace.
5) Reparations to be paid by your government for each FKC and allied soldier lost as well as full compensation for equipment destroyed, lost, or rendered useless.
6) The full and complete stand down of any and all your allies within your nation or allies that are currently lending assistance to you in the current war theaters.
7) Any attempt at duplicity, lack of full cooperation, sabotage, and/or terrorism will result in the full destruction of your entire nation.

You shall agree to these terms, else the war will continue with no opportunity for peace ever arising again.


Signed

[The Great Seal of the Federated Klatchian Coast]
[The Great Seal of the President of the Federated Klatchian Coast]
[The Great Seal of the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak]
[The Great Seal of the King of Vrak]
[The Great Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
From: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian
Subject: RE: RE: Let us end this

As you wish. We surrender our forces. Alow a short peroid for us to spread the word. Recent cyber-attacks had made commnications difficult, at best. We will alert Hogsweat immediatly.

Marimeta Cicily Llamanian, House Sister of Great House Llamanian, and Princess of Neo Tyr.

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Frederic Vassal was reading over some papers aboard the HMS Twilight's Hammer. He had just got a letter from his mother, who was worried out of his mind about is brother Lance. A junior officer suddenly broke into his room. Vassal looked up in annoyance. "Yes...?" He said, giving him a steely gaze.

"Sir! We've just surrenderd!"

Vassal was silent for a moment. "Oh, very well!" He said, standing in annoyance, and going to a seperate room.

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In the Halo, personal radios and bunkers suddenly burst into a voice, one of Frederic Vassal. "All soldiers, stand down. I mean that literally. We've surrenderd. If ANY of you keep fighting, well, we might just need capiatal punishment." The soliders were dishearted, and returend to their bunkers. All planes turned directly around and started for Hamapuri. Some loudspeakers blared it too, so it was obvious to the enemy that it was on.

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To: Hogsweat
From: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian
Subject: Stand down

I need you to stand down form this conflict. You may continue to fight if you wish, but disassociate yourself with us. Please, this is our last hope. Don't screw it up. Just stop defending yourself and we will be fine. I thank you for all the aid you have givin us.

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"Well that was pretty bloodless on our side..." Montgomery mused.
"Indeed"
"Message the Queen."
"Yessir."

To: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian
From Greater Empire of Midlonia Diplomatic & Economic Corps.

Well done for making the correct desicison. We shall treat your people with the highest respect and honour that they deserve.

"New lands for an actual Empire..."
Montgomery smiled, a knighthood for certain, maybe even allowence to govern over the new islands they had gained.

ooc: OMHMFG Midlonia's back!!!1!

Things were not going as expected, von Scheer was just in range to engage the Hogsweat fleet. Now this happened... "Command all ships to hold their fire." he spoke to the radioman, "We don't know exactly what's going to happen, but this looks like an innapropriate time to start hurling missiles around. Stay on guard though, this surrender is from Neo Tyr, not Hogsweat."

It was then the message from the Cheka arrived, "Right... new orders. Get all the troops disembarked. Apparently we're to ensure we take the most prisoners."

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For Lance Vassal, things were about to take another completely unexpected turn. The door opened again, it was Lunchtime O'Booze, but odly enough, Dashwood was at his heel, "Well." O'Booze declared cheerily, "It looks like your country has surrendered. I must say this is good news, looks like your lot will be repatriated in no time."

In the background Dashwood was mouthing 'the plan's off', just in case it wasn't self evident.

O'Booze turned around, giving the young Commisaar a critical look, "The Cheka tell me though, that they feel it is quite important they get a negotiator in there before anyone else, and it seems our ace negotiator wants you to accompany her."

There was perhaps a tounch of sarcasm coming from General, the kind General reserved for young upstarts who nonetheless held a High Rank and a casket full of medals...

"If you will Commander Vassal, it would be our honour to repatriate you as a gesture of good faith. We hope, you will be able to speak with good account of the current regime in Dyelli Beybi, which I believe all but the clinically insane feel is far from oppressive. Preferably we hope to get into negotiations before the National Government. Also with your permission we will depart immediately upon recieving clearance from the Neo Tyr Government." this was Dashwood, her tone was formal, something about her expression suggested she didn't entirely like this new turn of events.

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Some miles to the East, the Cheka were draughting out a brief message to the Neo Tyr Government. They didn't want to give anything away to the Klatchians who would undoubtedly read the message as well. Vassal's repatriaton was not entirely without it's benefit's to Dyelli Beybi, it meant they had an excuse to drop a Political Officer into Neo Tyr without it being obvious they were trying for behind the scenes negotiations,

To: The Governing Body of Neo Tyr
From: Benjia House, Cheka HQ
Subject:Surrender
As a measure of good faith we intend to repatriate Fleet Commander Lance Vassal to the Nation of Neo Tyr ahead of the remainder of the Neo Tyr prisoners of war, currently held in Dyelli Beybi. He will be escorted by a Senior Cheka Official who we earnestly hope will be treated with the respect warranted by their title.

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In the POW Camp the Commisaar smirked unpleasantly, "In Dyelli Beybi we don't shoot unarmed men..." the implications here were clear, he didn't seem to like Dart, just the fact that Dart was nobility seemed to have rubbed the man up the wrong way.

"well it is nice to see you realise you are not James Bond or Rambo. I hope though you are not an overly cautious man, because we really don't..."

He was cut off by one of the police officers who had come racing into the group, waving a piece of paper, "Begging your pardon Commisaar, but I think you should know." He stopped to gasp for breath, apparently he had run here from the radio room, "Neo Tyr has surrendered."

"Ah." the Commisaar looked completely at a loss as to what to do next, "Well that changes everything."

The Neo Tyr surrender was transmitted to Fleet Admiral Killamo, who then broadcast it throughout the fleet. A mighty cheer went up and the troops visibly relaxed. New mission plans were being hastily drawn up while the smarter soldiers and certainly the officers realized that the workload suddenly won’t be any easier. After all, they will now be occupiers, with all the negative connotations that the word implied.

Captain Lurki and his men received the latest news but did not cheer. In fact, the good captain merely smiled and scratched his head.

-Gonna still be tough.

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Encrypted – Low – VMHCP 89791 – route: Neo Tyr Military Command – route: complete
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To: Neo Tyr Military Command
From: Vrak Military High Command

In accordance with terms of your surrender, we require a complete map of your nation, including topograhical sea maps, along with navigable routes to your various cities to land FKC forces. As well, a complete listing of location and status of all military assets is needed.

Troops that surrender shall be treated as POWs and with respect. Rouge units will be eliminated and we expect full cooperation in this matter – especially in the tracking and elimination of any rogue units.

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To: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

Expect a full FKC delegation to arrive shortly.

Port Olympus
The Outer Consul of the Federation looked down at the paper pushed before her. "So they surrendered?"

"Well apparently their Princess just did..."

"Go upstairs and inform Haart that if his fellow nobles agree to surrender and coperate then their property will be guaranteed from seizure, other wise I might let the Dyelbians instigate their socialist equality measures..."

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To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corps.
From: Madrid Arden, Special Envoy of the Republican Council

The Free Republic congratulates the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak and the entire Federated Klatchian Coast on it's victory over Neo-Tyr. We are happy to see an end to this conflict.

If the Federated Klatchian Coast requires any additional support or assistance in rebuilding and reorganizing Neo-Tyr we would be happt to assist in any manner possible.

Please contact me aboard the Emperor Ehecatl should you need the support of the Free Republic.

Madrid Arden, Special Envoy of the Republican Council , Ilek-Vaad


OOC: We're keeping Lord Whitmann!

Lord Whitmann looked about the place..."Well unless I'm needed, could someone arange for my transfer to the Alconian Fleet?

OOC: Keeping an Alconian Adel? What are you people smoking

Itxaad nodded to Lord Whitmann

"Very well, I can have a Marathon drop you off ."

With that the Marathon transport was readied and Lord Whitmann was whisked back to the Alconian fleet after having left a decidely unfavourable impression on the Vaadians.

OOC: we were going to force him to sing sea shanties!

The Fuhrer sat at his large rare black oak desk. He was framed by the large circular window behind him, reinforced with 2 foot thick plexiglass of course. Outside was quiet. In the early days his office had been at the Hirgizstanian Capital Building, but for 10 years or so it had been located in a special compound and his office sat atop a man-made hill, overlooking the war Memorials below.

As he read the memo he turned to the window and said it looks like we'll need another memorial. The memo had on it various communications, all confirming the surrender of Neo Tyr, the Hogsweatians had been asked to stand down and were expected to, even though no formal announcement had been made.

An aide walked into the office from the marble floored ante-room joining the large office. He stopped before the Fuhrer's desk, bowed slightly, "My Fuhrer?"

"Good morning, good news i see."

"The best sir, congratulations." The Fuhrer smiled at this.

"Don't thank me, thank our troops, thank the North Germanians, thank the FKC, heck, even thank the Neo Tyrians for surrendering- they did so before a single Hirgizstanian unit was lost, first war thats ever happend."

"My apologies sir."

"It doesn't matter, now can you help me record a video message for the troops?"

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From: Ministry of Defence
To: Neo Tyr, Hogsweat

All Hirgizstanian Forces are in a state of stand down, all operations are running down as this is being written. Until we receive an Official statement of withdrawal by Hogsweat, the 9th Fleet will stay at a low alert. Our forces currently with the North Germanians and the Vrakians will stay on Neo Tyr soil as long as they do.
The surrender has been accepted by Hirgizstanian forces, and are currently holding an armistice.

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-COH-

Neo Tyr took ver few losses in the war. The surrender was mainly to avoid civilian losses. Overall, 7 uninhabeted Barren Halo islands were hit, Sarcobess island, and Kismarken lost a fish warehouse. Poor bastard forgot to insure it, too. Neo Tyr would pretty much refuse to give it up, as the Blue Song company bought it for 2 cents an acre during the battle. The Bule Song corperation had close ties to the government, and helped unofficaly and recived 'fair' tax breaks. Overall, very few Tyrinians were harmed, or even disturbed. They probably could have lasted much longer, but were rather displeased at a war on their soil.

The big problem was that it would be hard to pry land from the Tyrinians. Blue Song was officaly neutral in the conflict, and they would buy up land as fast as others could claim it. And the fact that civilians would be as stubbon as meuls on their land rights. Every soldier within 100 miles of the Halo also suddenly gained an honourable discharge as well.

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Dash was cold. It was cold up where he was. His little boat was passing by land which his map labled "Remmonlands". Hmm... He mumbled and chewed on an energy bar. It would be a bit longer untill he landed, so he tried to stay warm and keep his mind on the plan.

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Dart sighed. "So is your little scheme done? Because I have things to do..." He said idley, gods knew what he would be doing in the POW Camp...

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Upon hearing the news Haart was a bit curious. "What do you want me to surrender? My forces? And you have no god damned right to my land. We only recognise that right to Vrak. Even then, it's going to be tough."

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Vassal nodded, then listned to O'Booze, and was shocked to hear the news. Surrender? But... Nevertheless, he nodded. "Yes, I thank you for your kindness", he said standing and giving an odd look to Dashwood while strigtening his posture.

Chamber of the House of Lords, Arn-Maciska

"So they surrendered?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Yes."
"Oh... OK, then."
"The Chamber recognises the Duchess of Intan."
"My Lords and Ladies, here is what I propose we do..."

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Arn-Maciska Times
Neo-Tyr Surrenders! War Ended!
...But overall reactions in our parliament has been somewhat reserved. His Imperial Majesty's Government is pleased that a peaceful solution to this problem was found, however has stated that it does have some reservations as to the particulars.
Opposition MP's have speculated that the whole affair may be used by the FKC to extend imperialist ambitions...
Analysts say that the Klatch will have to work hard to avoid the appearance of imperialists...

Küll: What a waste of goddamned money.

On the beachead...

Commander Eschell: This is ridiculous. My men were prepped for an assault tonight. We spent millions of Reichsmarks getting here. We lost 18 soldiers. This is not acceptable. It was a waste of military.

Unteroffizier Gluthauser, send all Reichswehr soldiers into this forsaken island. If there are any rogue soldiers, have them, their friends, and their families killed. Understood?

This island belongs to North Germania.

Send a telegram to Neo Tyr. Have it read the following:

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We humbly accept your surrender. However, North Germania demands ownership of at least 6 major islands, 3 major cities, 2 port cities, partial ownership of your capital city, and $4.5 billion in reparations for the cost of our military exercise. If our requests are not met, this war will continue.

- High Commander Eschell -
- Reichswehr Commander of North Germania -

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Send a telegram to Vrak and Hirgizstan, and forward the message we sent to Neo Tyr. Ask them if they will support us if our demands are not met. That is all, Unteroffizier.

- N.G.

To: All FKC forces
From: Vrak Military High Command

The nation of Neo Tyr has surrendered to the FKC. As such, Vrak, which holds the FKC presidency will speak for the Klatch and no other. All FKC states have their keys present and accounted for in Parliament so that a plan can be drawn up for the occupation of Neo Tyr. This will include compensation and general deployment of all FKC forces in Neo Tyr itself.

Side deals will not be recognized by the FKC president and will hold no validity.

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To: All allied FKC forces
From: Vrak Military High Command

We humbly thank you for your stength of arm. We ask that you send a high-level delegation to the capital of Neo Tyr. There you shall meet with high level FKC delegates in order to discuss further plans and levels of compensation that you require due to any losses you may have suffered in this war.

As well, since the nation of Neo Tyr surrendered to the FKC, we ask that any forces you may have in Neo Tyr itself work closely with FKC forces. However, no further amount of troops are needed at this time and we ask that you keep your forces currently out of Neo Tyr, else it will make negotiations more difficult than they need to be.

OOC: Will take a few liberties here, Neo Tyr. I can edit if you wish.

IC:

The projection fleet that was engaging the Hogsweatians kept up their attack. With the surrender, another projection fleet slowly wheeled to offer backup.

Meanwhile, with the maps provided, the Vrakian amphibious craft, along with escort, began to weave their way through the countless islands toward the inner core of the country. The information was passed on to the rest of the FKC fleet.

Captain Lurki and his troops were dug in with the North Germanians and now began to round up any Tyrinian troops and herd them into makeshift POW camps. Helicopters began delivering more Vrakian troops on this particular island to assist with the prisoner round up.

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Although Neo Tyr surrendered, Hogsweat still didn't. So, the high alert level within Vrak itself remained. In the northern reaches, a usual patrol was sent to the survival shelter (OOC: where your agents were, NT).

Henry Tootega brought his snowmobile close to the shelter. He unslung his rifle and looked around. He couldn't see anyone, so he got off his stead and walked up to the door. He rapped it a few times and hollered in Vrakian.

-Hellooo?! Anyone here?

He opened the door and surveyed the room. His tracker's eye picked up clues that someone or someone was here. He went over to the sign in book. Nope. No name. It sometimes did happen that folks who used these shelters didn't sign their name - but that was breaking the law. He checked the storage bins and cupboards and figured out that not just one person was here, but a few. He also saw that the fireplace and woodstove had been used, due to the recently blackened sticks of wood.

-Dammit! Now I have to phone this in.

He went over to the short wave radio and clicked on the mike. A screech, and then some static.

-Arctic Main, this is Tootega at cabin #4. Over.
-Arctic Main to Cabin #4. Go ahead.
-Yeah, Willie? This is Henry. Yeah, got evidence of some people using the place. Didn't sign the guestbook.
-Okay, Henry. Yeah, we got to let the sheriff know. The war and all.
-Yeah, that's right. Okay. I'm gonna take some pictures and make an entry. I'll go chop some wood and restock the bins. Better send a resupply crew out as well.
-Yeah, okay Henry. Be careful.
-Okay. Cabin #4 out.

To: The Most Esteemed High Commander Eschell
From: Juliet Seabrook, Secretary of Foreign Affairs

While we will pay compensation if needed, we will not give any territory. Any attacks upon us are attacks upon Vrak, and that could have some nasty backlashes, understood?

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To: The Vrak Diploatic Corps.
From: Hamariki Belda, Secretary of Defense

Fine. Attached to this document is a map of Neo Tyr. The red dot are mines, steer clear of those. The best route is through the Kevlar Straight, 7 miles south of North Germina's beachead. From there, it's smooth sailing to any major cities. Also attached is a listing of all millitary assets. There.

According to the listings, the Coast Gaurd was near Sarcobess, a majority of the forces were in Hamapuri Naval and Air Base, and a lone carrier, the Reliant was out at sea.

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"Everybody back on the boats!"
"Wha?"
"War's over, we're heading towards one of the major cities..."
"o...k"

The boats wheeled back towards the transporters, which were already beginning to turn towards the Kelvar straight.
Destination?
One of the Port cities of the nation.

Somewhere in the bowels of Benjia House..

"So is this whole business a waste of time. Vrak is saying they won't acknowledge any side deals."

"Nah not really. Even if Vrak doesn't acknowledge our deal, they'll hopefully feel obliged to fit into the framework we establish."

"Right... I've read the instructions we sent off to Dashwood. I don't get it. We're not asking for any unpleasant terms at all, there aren't even any demands for military cutbacks."

"Of course there aren't. My bet is Vrak will want this crowd in the Federation, and it's my bet that if we act like the friendly big brother to them and stop the rest of the Federation pushing them around too much they'll help us swing the balance of power in Parliament back in our favour. Damned Alconians really screwed us after the Civil war. It's time Dyelli Beybi's voice be recognised once again."

"Here, here!"

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At the POW camp...

"Yes." the Commisaar nodded, "As a matter of fact we have no further use for you at this stage. We will of course notify you if and when it is decided that you should be released."

Idly the Commisaar wondered if any of the other prisoners in this compound would make good converts to the cause. There must be someone disillusioned with the status quo, willing to embrace the equality of man...

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Fiord Harbour

"Would you give us a moment please Commisaar?" O'Booze asked Dashwood.

She didn't look exactly happy about being asked to leave, and for a moment it looked like she was going to kick up a fuss... "Of course general." she saluted and left, giving a last slightly worried, backwards glance.

"I don't trust the Cheka." O'Booze growled, the moment the door closed, "They're always double dealing. It's next to impossible to tell what they're actually up to. But, being as you're supposed to be helping let her get Dyelli Beybi's piece delivered to the Neo Tyr establishment, I think it's only fair to warn you that she is an odd choice for a diplomatic mission. For a start she's too young. She's only 20 for God's sake! Secondly, her name..." he shook his head. Apparently 'Dashwood' meant something to the General, "She's a former serf or slave, depending upon what you prefer to call it, and, if the rest of her family are anything to go by, a rabid Socialist and supporter of the State since the Revolution."

He shrugged, "But I might just be being excedingly upleasant, no doubt were I 30 years younger I'd be being a lot nicer about her... Anyway, she'll be waiting for you out there." he hiked a thumb toward's the door, "The Cheka have a plane ready to go, basically as soon as they can get the pair of you to the airport."

A joint Defence Department and Foreign Office Delegation is on board a group of ships heading toward the Capital with the Vrakian Fleet. Their stance is to bring about the immediate stand-down of Hogsweat Forces as we have no quarrel with them at this time.

The delegation will also express its unabridged support for North Germania in this conflict.

I implore that Hogsweat surrender in order to save the remaining ships of his fleet without a loss of honor.

-COH-

A joint Defence Department and Foreign Office Delegation is on board a group of ships heading toward the Capital with the Vrakian Fleet. Their stance is to bring about the immediate stand-down of Hogsweat Forces as we have no quarrel with them at this time.

The delegation will also express its unabridged support for North Germania in this conflict.

I implore that Hogsweat surrender in order to save the remaining ships of his fleet without a loss of honor.

-COH-

Secret IC

The Emperor of Layarteb requests the opinions of Hirgizstan, North Germania, and their allies to the possibility of a black operations team from the EOL being deployed to this conflict. However, we are unaware what you would like us to do.

OOC: Additionally, once deployed nobody would know it would be black operations it would just be considered "operatives." You guys know the policy of my black ops.

To: Neo Tyr
From:Commander Eschell

Do not make empty threats at us, or try to say that one of our oldest and closest allies would by any means see it an attack against him if we take prisoners and occupy an island we fought for.

I will speak with Vrak before any attacks are made against you, which were not in the list of plans. However, do not be so foolish as to think we will not make our efforts worthless. And isn't it interesting Vrak and I are making your soldiers prisoners TOGETHER? Also, do not be so haughty with us as to believe that North Germania will not defend its honor when spoken down to by any nation, especially one that we have been at war with.

I hope to personally see you at the delegations, Ms. Seabrook. Call it a date?

- High Commander Eschell -
- Reichswehr of North Germania -

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

To: Vrak High Command
From: Reichschancellor Einheit

Where are these delegations to be held, may I ask? Also, how soon can they be organized. A Juliet Seabrook from Neo Tyr has been passing a few unkind words to one of my High Commanders in Neo Tyr.

She believes any further strike against Neo Tyr will be an attack against you. My Commander is getting a bit irritated, and has a lot of troops and equipment at his disposal.

However, I have sent the Commander an order personally telling him to make no attack whatsoever on Neo Tyr, besides rounding up prisoners. I urge you to help make these delegations begin as soon as possible.

I also would like to have a small force accompany you into Neo Tyr, if you find it acceptable.

Humbly, and with respect,
Reichschancellor Wilhelm Kübler Einheit, III
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Encoded script-
12.G.9000.2.F.
_____________________
Begin.

To: Layarteb High Command
From: North Germania

We are currently in a cease fire, as Neo Tyr has surrendered. We are currently staging no operations against Hogsweat. However, if you wish to stage a black ops strike against him, feel free. We will give you any information we have to his locations. Thank you for your support.

End.
______________________

To: Hirgizstan High Command
From: North Germania Reichswehr

We wish that you join us at the delegations. The Reichschancellor himself, as well as his top advisors and a few High Commanders from Neo Tyr will be there. If you wish, you may continue military efforts on the island and help Vrak and North Germania gather prisoners.

- N.G.

OOC- Damnit!

IC STATEMENT:

" We see that the cowards in Neo-Tyr have backed down from the Plight Against Imperialism. Let it be known this day, that the Peoples Socialist Republic will not back down against the Klatchian Imperialists! Our soldiers in Neo-Tyr have been given firm orders to hold their ground until they can be airlifted out of danger. Victory to Hogsweat! Victory to Socialism!"

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Radio Dorsalgrad, 2PM Hourly broadcast.
"Hello People of Hogsweat, this is Violo Vilitov speaking to you on this fine afternoon. The cowardly Neo-Tyrians have shamed our Plight Against Imperialism with their formal surrender, but naturally, or glorious leader has denounced the Klatch and the Neo Tyrians! Remember Comrades, work harder! Radio Dorsalgrad out --- "

-----

"DAMNIT!"

Howitz slammed his fist down on the table, taking Fulansky and Zmelov aback. The guns had long since fell silent, and the planes withdrawing to their respective carriers.

"We'll withdraw. Save our fleet. But not before I have a few tricks up my sleeve..."

The Hogsweatian fleet swiftly took a corner and powered back to home, and as the Klatchians saw them leaving, a nasty surprise awaited them..

Küll: Well, it appears the Hogsweatians don't wish to surrender. Very well.

Order the orbital weaponry to fire on their fleet which is...retreating now.

They won't surrender but they're retreating? Interesting. Do not pursue.

If I find it necessary, we will follow them, but on a different course. Who knows what they've got laying behind them.

Order the fleet on highest defense stance. If they're retreating without surrendering I fear something might be coming our way.

Have the U-119's scan for anything headed underwater. Put some birds in the air. Have two squads of ten MiL-1's on the look-out. That is all, Commander.

In space, the 12 Schwarzekannonen each fired their 4 G.P.S. guided missiles towards the Hogsweatian fleet.

(OOC: The missiles are a good deal bigger than cruise missiles, but not nearly as big as I.C.B.M.'s.)

48 of the Schwarzegeist-9 missiles rocketed towards the Hogsweat fleet, penetrating the atmosphere. All 48 missiles had a different target, meaning the payload would be dispersed to every ship possible in the fleet.

- N.G.

OOC note: This isn't future or space tech. These are one-time use weapons. They can only fire their 4 missiles, and then must be re-armed.

However, there are several more floating around out there...

But that is basically the only "space attack" type deal I'll be using.

To: The Most Esteemed Commander Eschell
From: Juliet Seabrook, Secretary of Foreign Affairs

I made no threat to you. Don't put words in my mouth. I don't see where you got this "fought for your islands" idea though. You never even set foot in Neo Tyr proper. You did not fight for it.

If you are afraid that your little escapade was worthless, well, such is the price for this war. War is not inexpensive, and North Germiana entered with such knowlage. If you spent a little to much, then you should analize which conflicts you wish to engage in with more frugility.

I am not speaking down to you. I am speaking as one adult to another. And yes, I will be at the negotiaions, Commander. However, as Hogsweatin forces are located in our capital, these could be come in some time.

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The ships neared Kyrall. It would be rather difficult to enter however. There was no military dock, and housing extended out to nearly half a mile in floating houses. There were several navagateable canals, and a few ports, but a large fleet could not make entery.

Meanwhile, forces from Midlonia were making their way to Zed Harbor. Zed Harbor had always been a hotspot for anti-government activities, however, there would still be lots of anger to any outlandes who came around.

---

Dart scowled. "Sure, then..." He said, storming off. It was just as well if thy left Dart alone, although houses Haart and Dart opposed the monarchy, they would likely not become turncoats for any reason.

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Lance Vassal listened to O'Booze's words and nodded. "Yes, I will keep that in mind." The slave part did not intimidate Vassal too much, House Vassal does not keep slaves, and Vassal was personally against the practice. However, was Dashwood deciving him. He remembered Rudvich's harsh words on trust. It was for the weak. But Vassal had no choice. He headed towards the door to the outside world. He had made it. He was going home. Or at least to what was left of it.

---

Dash's small raft finally hit the shore he was aiming for. He got out and stretched, then packed up the small raft again. It was a bit less cold here, which was a plus, but then he heard a fermiliar voice speak up, "Late as usual, Dash?"

Dash laughed. "Am I last?"

A figure stepped from the inky darkness. "Indeed you are. But you got here almost in time. Ready to press on?"

Dash smiled. "Southwards, then." He said, starting south on their crusade to show the FKC the true meaning of fear...

To: Juliet Seabrook, Secretary of Affairs
From: High Commander Eschell

I am under orders by my superiors to end any debate with you until the delegations. They are concerned that I may act irrationally, as it IS quite a possibility.

You will have to excuse that. Germanians are easily irritated. By anything.

I apologize for any rude remarks. However, I did not put words into your mouth, I stated the way I interpreted your statements. Every word has two meanings, far too often in communications with your enemy.

This will be my last message to you until we speak in person.

I again apologize if I was rude.

Humbly, and with respect,
High Commander Josef Eschell

To: Reichschancellor Wilhelm Kübler Einheit, III
From: Vrak Military High Command

Do not worry about that slip of a girl. She, like many of her citizens, perhaps believe that they can actually beat back the FKC. They shall soon be dealt a lesson.

As well, since the pakrah nation of Hogsweat did not surrender, we advise to continue conducting operations against their fleet. The Hogsweat nation itself shall soon find the consquences of their folly.

Our forces are enroute to the Neo Tyr capital, and once a perimeter has been established, then our delegates will arrive. Please let your allies know that Hogsweat has not surrendered and they may have forces still in the capital. Therefore, they should exercise extreme caution until the FKC establishes a safe area. Keep in mind that the Tyrinians are, from our experience, duplicitious so be careful.

====

To: All FKC states
From: Vrak Military High Command

The capital needs to be fully under FKC control and a safe area established for the arrival of various delegates. All FKC forces are needed to divert the necessary manpower to effect this.

====

To: All FCK allies sending delegates
From: Vrak Military High Command

The FKC has to establish control over the capital, and, in light of new intelligence, there may be Hogsweatian forces still about. We advise that extreme caution be exercised and to delay the sending of delegates until a safe area is established.

Feel free to continue operations against Hogsweat since they have not surrendered.

====

To: Juliet Seabrook, Secretary of Foreign Affairs
From: Vrak Military High Command

We strongly suggest that you make the Hogsweatian forces in your nation stand down, else we may call into question the sincerity of your surrender.

====

The large amphibious ships got at close at they could to the docks of Kryall. Civilian docks were then commandeered and traffic rerouted. APCs, tanks, anti-air and anti-tank systems began to roll out and occupying the streets, along with hundreds on infantry on foot. A wary eye was kept for any Hogsweat forces since intel said that their might be some. Further out, destroyers and frigates were in the bay, ready to provide fire support.

Secret transmission:
Encrypted.
12.FR.4.G.100092.G.4-65.7...

Begin transmission.

To: Vrak Military High Command
From: Reichschancellor Wilhelm Kübler Einheit, III

Wise advice you have given me. None of our troops are withdrawing, as we do not trust this sudden surrender.

No nation just "surrenders" like that.

I fear a biological, chemical, or nuclear strike may take place soon. I have ordered all soldiers in Neo Tyr constant wearing of NBC protection suits.
I have also ordered 120 ESPK soldiers, 650 Reichswehr soldiers, 348 Schultzpolizei soldiers, and 40 Leopard 2A6 EX tanks flown onto the island via helicopter and transport plane. Our engineers have finally established a small but effective airport out of the cleared forest areas.

As well as those, thirty-five 203mm artillery cannons have been established on the beachead.

I have ordered High Commander Eschell who has been speaking with Ms. Seabrook to end communications with her on a polite note. However, we have over 100 or so, if not more, Neo Tyr soldiers in the NG POW camps.

To show her how Germanians react to disrespect, I'll let Herr Eschell pick his least favorite of the POW's and send her a video tape of why she should choose her wording carefully.

As for the Hogsweat fleet, 48 space-launched G.P.S. guided missiles are headed right for it. I wonder if they can knock out 48 missiles 3/7 the size of an I.C.B.M. coming from space travelling at Mach 7.5...

As well, we have a large number of 203mm artillery shells armed with something called the VX-II-A Nerve Agent, a new version of the classic favorite, given to us by an ally I will not identify. If Neo Tyr tries anything tricky, I hope they won't mourn the deaths of millions of innocent citizens inside some of their major cities too hard.

Here's some facts on VX-II-A for you, my friend:

VX, the most lethal chemical weapon on Earth, was lethal in doses as little as ten milligrams in inhalation and two milligrams on contact. This new gas, VX-II-A, was lethal in as little as one tenth of a milligram for inhalation and on contact, as little as on one hundredth of a milligram. However, unlike VX, it was designed not to stay in the environment for too long. Once exposed to Argon, which made up 0.934% of the air, it would begin to break down. Any more than 5% exposure to Argon and the gas would be rendered useless. It was specifically designed for this purpose. At 0.934%, VX-II-A would take forty-two hours to break down completely.

Well if I have to use it, the bastards probably deserve it. Nasty though, isn't it?

End transmission.

- N.G.

Bump.

OOC: I'm typing as fast as I can!

IC:
Office of the Cabinet, Houses of Parliament, Arn-Macisika.
"... and what news of the Klatch?"
"Neo-Tyr has surrendered, Ma'am. The details are in this file..."
There was the particular silence made by people reading very thick files very fast.
"I see... the CH's speculation was correct; the North Germanians have deployed some sort of orbital weapon against the Hogsweatians... interesting to see the outcome... yes Deputy Minister Sakir?"
"Would these weapons pose a threat to us?"
The Defence Minister snorted, "If they deployed that weapon against us, I would send a janitor to remove the stain that they'd leave on the hulls of our ships."
"Ah."
A functionary entered the room.
"Madame First Minister, here is the latest intercept."
"SecImpSec?"
"No Ma'am. These come from the Compassionate Hand."
Silence.
"I see. Thank you."
The functionary saluted and left.
"Ma'am?"
"It seems that the Klatch have chosen to continue operations against Hogsweatian forces still deployed in Neo-Tyr... big surprise there." The First Minister looked up. "Logic dictates that after Neo-Tyr is subdued the Klatch will strike at Hogsweat itself."
"It doesn't really concern us..." Science stated thoughtfully.
"But we do have a sort of obligation...." Interior replied.
"So, we'll do what we did the last time this sort of thing happened..." External Affairs sounded bored. "We tell the MRC to stay in Neo-Tyr, and let them know that they'll probably be needed in Hogsweat. First Minister?"
"Unless anyone has a better idea? No? In that case, call the MRC; we can't actually order them to do anything..."

======================

To: Neo-Tyr, Hogsweat, FKC High Command
CC: Reuters
From: Macisikan

We have been asked by the Macisikani Red Cross to inform you that they would like to continue their field operations in Neo-Tyr until the complete cessation of all hostilities. These operations remain civilian-orientated, though, if all sides are in agreement, they may consider extending these operations to include military personnel.

The MRC respectfully requests that you instruct your soldiers not to fire upon them or their sites of operations; they will do their utmost to avoid obstructing your military.

We await your response.

-MinExAff.

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To: Hogsweat
From: Macisikan

We have noted with some concern your intention to remain in Neo-Tyr despite that nation's surrender. Our analysts and humanitarian advisors have indicated that this could result in a Klatchian rejection of the Neo-Tyrian surrender, which would result in a great number of civilian casualties, and considerable destruction to that nation.

We respectfully request that you consider calling a cease-fire until such a time as your forces are prepared to withdraw completely from the area to avert such a catastrophe. If you so wish, we can relay such a request to the Klatchian forces; as a formally declared neutral state, we are in a somewhat more advantageous position to begin such negotiations than yourselves.

If you do not wish to pursue this course of action, then of course that is your choice.

We have also been advised that the Macisikani Red Cross is considering a request to begin field operations in Hogsweat itself, should the Klatchians mount an assault upon your territory. We have been asked by the MRC to inquire if you would be receptive to this deployment.

We await your response.

-MinExAff.

======================

In Neo-Tyr, several field hospitals were already operational. Some of the doctors and nurses hurried back and forth, making sure that all equipment released to them by the Imperial Government back in Arn-Maciska was functional.

Others sat back and waited for the first casualties; unless Hogsweat pulled out, those would be the first of a very long list...

"...and thus only now they want to play musical chairs after the war, instead of when they were bloody well in it."

The blue face laughed, a flicker of electricity thundering over its features.

Bernard lifted his glass of Scotch.
"Well they have no blody right whatsoever, we're moving round to the Capital city, if they resist, we assault them, simple enough, they've been beaten, they can't do much about it."

"Mmmhmm, good, ensure the bloody people realise they have fallen to a mightier force, if they don't? teach them."

"Yes Lord Protector"
The face smiled, a light scar showing on his left cheek, his eyes penetrating through the blue crackle of electricity.
"Just make sure it's done Monty, I also hear the princess of the nation is of marriagable age..."
Bernard Chuckled.
"Still looking for a bride for the prince?"
"Indeed."
"Hahah, good luck with that..."
The face merely grinned, and clicked the comms unit off.

(OOC) *The scientist rears his head again* But Argon is completely unreactive... it also makes up about 1% of the air we breathe.

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Outside the room Vassal had been in, the young Commisaar was waiting, "Come on." she insisted, "We don't have a moment to lose!"

It was only some minutes later when they were on some kind of Government jet, flanked by a pair of F-22s that she seemed to relax enough to become suspicious of O'Booze, "What did the old General have to say?" she asked, not bothering to mask the fact that she obviously thought it couldn't be anything good.

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To: Klatchian Fleets and Ground Forces, Allied Military Organisations
CC: Governing Body of Neo Tyr
From: Grossadmiral von Scheer
Subject: Overflight
It has come to our attention that the Provincial administration has seen fit to return a prisoner to Neo Tyr. We have been asked to relay on their coordinates and ensure that no Klatchian or ally accidentally fires on this plane.

The Hirgizstanian Delegation will arrive with a team of Navy SEAL's, backed up by a Marine Expeditionary Unit to provide security along with the other FKC Forces. The Hirgizstanian Delegation will gladly accompany North Germanian diplomats.

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The Commonwealth of Hirgizstan Marine Corps (CHMC) are, at this time, in the process of air-dropping 20 M5 (ARSB Built ST-21 NGBT's) and 20 M1A3's onto the island that the COH, Vrak and North Germania currently occupy.
A further 400 Marines will be airlifted in from the 4th Fleet and an air-drop of the entire 1st Airborne Army Commando's (2750 Combat Ready SF Soldiers) will be completed within the hour.

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The 9th Fast Attack fleet has been bumped up to the highest alert.

The 5 Torrent Class Arsenal Ships currently travelling with the fleet prepare to fire a barrage of 50 Hammerhead Anti-Ship Cruise Missiles. 20 Missiles are aimed at the 'Dorsal', 10 at the Engels and the rest of the missiles are launched in 5's at lesser ships of the Hogsweatian Fleet. If they do not immediately stand-down their fleet will be turned into driftwood, especially since the 2 Missouri Class Battleships arrived in the early hours of this morning, their guns will rip the Hogsweatians to shreds, no amount of high-tech CIWS systems will destroy an incoming shell.

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For the Attention of the EOL Command:

The Hirgizstanian military welcomes the aid of the Emperor's forces. All operatives are welcome on board COH ships and in COH military units. The Commonwealth of Hirgizstan military will assist EOL forces in any way possible for the duration of their operations.

-COH-

High Commander Eschell pulled his hand back and belted the Neo Tyr prisoner in the face, sending a small stream of blood out of his mouth and knocking him to the ground.

5 Reichswehr Guards held Steyr-Aug's, aimed on the prisoner.

One man filmed with a camera.

Eschell kicked the man a number of times, before 2 Reichswehr Guards picked the man back up.

He was handcuffed and his legs tied to a pole.

One Reichswehr guard took a hose and sprayed the man in the face, before another came and shaved the POW's head bald.

Eschell: Let this be a message to all of you Neo Tyr scum. Any uprising or attempt to escape will be punished accordingly. Because we are civilized, this man will live. But let it be known: any further incidents will result in execution.

Eschell backhanded the POW one last time, and speaking in Germanian he ordered that the man be put left tied to the pole, and a bag be placed over his head so that he can't see.

He was sprayed with a hose once more, and a black bag was slipped over his head.

Eschell: Pakrah.

He walked off into the main defense bunker...

---

The Klatch would also have difficulty in securing Kyrall. The city itself was a huge, spralling metropolis, which even expanded into the sea. But while that could be contained with tanks and might, the FKC would have problems securing The Under.

The Under was, in laymans terms, an underground city. With space becoming hard to find, architechs started on undergound city projects two decades ago. While now several Neo Tyrinian cities had underground branches, The Under was the biggest. The Under itself was located under Kyrall, and was accesible from several elevators aroung the upper city. The problem was, the only was to get any sort of vechicles down there, enemy forces would need to use the single industrial elevator. To make things worse, The Under was desined for pedestrian use in mind along with trams, so tanks could not access most of the complex. A little under one fourth of Kyrall's inhabitants lived in The Under, so it would be neccicary to gain if the FKC wanted to control Neo Tyr...

---

Vassal was idley looking out the window when he heard Dashwood speak up. He was never too fond of travel, and got rather motion sick if he was on a vechicle without taking medicine. He had not had his medicine. He groggly turned to the Commisar. "O'Booze? Well, he said I can't trust the Cheka. I guess your a Cheka. Also, he didn't like your family. Said they were slaves before. Not like I really care about either of those pieces of information..." He muttered, really wishing this plane would land.

---

Secretary of Domestic Affairs Justinian Hemlock was in front of the Neo Tyr Government Buliding, waiting for the FKC to arrive. When he would meet up woth them, he would explain calmly that forces from Hogsweat were hold up in the tower, and tell them to head to the Kyrall Aquarium to further negotiations. Although an aquarium was an odd choice to hold negotiations, it had a very beautiful board room, which was the best they could get without the Government Building.

Major Iruk was astride his tank, surveying the land from the turrent. His binoculars hung in front and he made a circular motion with his left arm, directing the several tanks that followed. They rumbled up in front of the building where Justinian Hemlock was waiting. After exchanging pleasantries, he relayed the information regarding the position of Hogsweat troops up the FKC chain of command.

“You shall come with us, Mr. Secretary,” ordered the Major and pointing to the nearby Vodnik (OOC: Russian style hummer), “This city is under FKC control.”

====

Meanwhile, 10 mechanized infantry, five tank, five anti-tank, and five anti-air battalions moved quickly to secure the main airport, while other battalions moved into Neo Tyr military bases where the Tyrinians were ordered to shut down their equipment and lay down their arms. Any naval bases in the capital suddenly had a few destroyers and, further out, a battleship monitoring their assets. Other forces, in conjunction with other FKC troops, moved to secure the major arteries of the city. The broadcasts were quickly shut down by Vrakian troops and media outlets were brought under control. The staff were ordered to go to their homes and to remain there. As well, the computer team in Vrak that was responsible for disrupting Neo Tyr’s computer infrastructure was also tasked to monitor and, if needed, shut down traffic out of Neo Tyr.

The existence of the Under was brought to the attention of the FKC and contingency plans were being drawn up on how to cope with this new information.

====

Although it was entirely possible that one little rubber boat would be able to make it even as far as the mainland, it was doubtful since the journey was considered far, even for most of the large fishing boats that the people in the northern reaches used. And they made it a point to stay far away from LOW territory.

Still, the Guardian fleets have been reduced drastically as of late and so their patrols, since they also doubled as search and rescue, were thin. But as one neared the mainland proper, active helicopter patrols as well as increased security were present. One would have to be extremely smart and lucky to make it further beyond an isolated beach on the North Sea.

At Hurkuruatu, the sheriff was alerted to the call from the local Conservation Office. With a team of deputies, Sheriff Akna slung his sub machine gun and started up his snowmobile. They headed out of town to cabin #4.

====

Back in Vrak, more troop transports were being loaded up. As well, two new Frunze-class battleships. Stonebreaker and Decaying Hand were being stocked, ready to begin their journey to Neo Tyr. In Port Olympus, no less than three hypersonic transports that Vrak normally used for diplomatic purposes were being readied. A full company of Vrakian King’s Own would be aboard each tranport to provide security, as well as the forces that were busy securing the main Kyrall airport.


OOC: Gimme a day or so to draft up a rough map for you, Neo Tyr. We would also appreciate one from your end.

OOC: That video was never sent out, Neo. I was going to use it later on.

IC:

The North Germanian forces following Vrak's unloaded in the Neo Tyr city.

The Schultzpolizei, masters of urban combat and city siege, drove into the city in Fuchs Transporters, with miniguns mounted on top of the vehicles instead of machine guns.

Following the Transporters was a Panzer Division. The Germanians were finally able to use their strongest force.

They were taking no risks.

On the sides of the Fuchs Transporters, the Germanian flag was painted, and flags were being flown.

Hundreds of Schultzpolizei poured out of the transports and began to secure areas for occupation.

Some soldiers spray painted on the windows of stores. The message was each time the same:

"Property of the FKC"

Other soldiers stormed into small buildings, kicking out whoever was in them. They killed no civilians, took no prisoners, and no fighting proceeded...

Arn-Maciska.
Two slim figures, one tall and, one slightly shorter, walked slowly down an empty corridor in the bowels of the Houses of Parliament.
"It's beginning to look more and more like a conquest, not an occupation..." mused the taller of the two.
"I know, I know. And CH reports indicate that the North Germanians have begun to confiscate civilian property."
"They have?"
"Would I joke about something like that? Anyway, SecImpSec says the same thing."
"Loot and pillage, loot and pillage. That's all it is; loot and pillage."
"Get your compensation from the people, not the state."
"Exactly. State thievery, that's what it is."
There was a pause; the two turned into another deserted hall.
"I'm waiting for the first territorial claims," the shorter said.
"10 rachmas says it's already been made."
"You got yourself a bet."
The two walked along in silence for a moment, then;
"You know what I think?" the taller figure asked.
"Hmm?"
"I think that all this whole affair is going to do is to demonstrate that the FKC leadership is incapable of controlling its members. All they can do is put on a show of unity, but they can't really do something like stop the others."
"20 rachmas says that Bishop Aldir makes that claim within a week."
"Hah, you're on."
The pair walked on into the darkness.

OOC note: We're not taking the stores, the soldiers were just mocking the people of the city.

And as for the building we're occupying, I'm only using it for military headquarters.

With a massive clang the ramp hit the ramp, the men walked calmly off of it and onto the port itself.

"Well?"
"Well apparently there's a huge underground city, pedestrian and tram based transport..."
"HA! and they didn't realise we have arrived?"
The Soldier grinned
"Nope, funny isn't it?"
"Mhmm, well how many shall we order in?"
"Oh I dunno, thirty else fourty I guess."
The Colonel turned back to his Aide.
"Get around thirty of the Train tanks in will you? Fifth Railway Combat Brigade..."
"Yessir, they'll be a day or so...we have three with us now... and some of the smaller scout cars.."
"Well I suggest we move our lads to block off the entrances then..."
He turned to a nearby Vrakian soldier.
"You there! Any chance of a chat with a higher ranking person so we can help with the 'Under' issue?"
He grinned as his Silver Dove shone in the sun.

"The Under? An underground city, self contained, with people and everything?" The Colonel laughed heartily. The phone at his ear moved slightly as he did so. The man on the other end, also a Colonel was sitting on a Cruiser on the 4th Fleet.

"Well yes, as far as we know. The North Germanians are trying to locate it. As far as i can tell the Admiral, who's in command over here, has asked for the 14th Foreign Legion Regiment (Airmobile), you know-the peacekeepers?. He wants them dropped in to work with the North Germanians in keeping the populace of the city under control-as i understand it most of them are vets from the Great Colonial war?"

"Yeap, thats true, tough bas*ards as well- most don't even wear their helments when on patrol, the Foreign Legion gives them this attitude, they're good guys, just don't go drinking with them ok?"

"Gotcha, anyway, if the Neo Tyrians use this 'Under' thing can we use the SF Artillery's 'Special Munitions, i understand a group of them are with the 9th Fleet?"

"Of course i have to go straight to the Fuhrer for that, but if they use this thing then we may have no choice, the AS-200 EEZ-H (Enhanced Ebola Zaire-H Virus) should be useful, or the AS-100 1Kt ER (Enhanced Radiation-Neutron) may be of use. However, i doubt the Neo Tyrians would be so foolish, they know and we know it could be a death trap. Anyway, keep me updated and i'll see what i can do- take care you hear?"

"Yeap, thanks, see you when i get back."

-COH-

The jet the Dyelli Beybians were flying was owned by the Cheka. As such it was decked out with a somewhat non-standard array of electronic equipment. In more normal times it would be flown back and forth from the Dyelli Beybian Arctic Territories to the main part of the State, under the guise of a eavesdropping on radio communications in the other States. The Dyelli Beybians didn't trust anyone that much.

Now though though it was picking up a gaggle of information, all of which was being reported back to Dashwood, and coincidentally Vassal. Apparently the North Germanians were misbehaving...

"Did he just?" she replied to the comment on O'Booze, "Maybe the Generalfeldmarschall has forgotten what the rebellion was all about?" her voice suggested she was going to make problems for him when she got back, "The old class system means nothing now in Dyelli Beybi. We rise and fall on our own merits, not because one of our ancestors just happened to have the biggest sword."

She was apparently aware she might be treading on uncertain ground, so instead changed the subject, "When we land, you're in charge." she said, "Von Scheer hasn't landed any Dyelli Beybian troops, althoguh there are Midlonians and possibly Vrakians and North Germanians in the city. Now we took the liberty of making these..."

She leaned over the back of her chair to retrieve a couple of very small Dyelli Beybian flags, presumably to stick on the front of a car, "This should stop the Klatchians taking shots at us, but we'll need you to secure us a vehicle and get us to whereever it is your Princess hides out."

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In the cockpit the pilot was hailing ground control.

This is Flight Delta, Bravo, Golf, Alpha, One, Seven, Seven, Eight carrying Papa, Oscar, Whiskey, Lance Vassal, requesting permission to land.

OOC: Sorry, NG, I editied it out. And I'll try to whip up a map for you, Vrak, sooner or later. Do note, I'm not the best artisit...

IC: Lance put his hand through his hair. "... The class system..." Vassal was not certain on how he perceived the class system. He found it a bit foolish, thae whole idea was stupid. But he owed everything to it. His riches, his rank, his power. Could he really condemn something he gained so much power on? He pushed the thoughts aside and made something productive of his time. Like how it had been anounced that theu were clear to land.

He looked at the little flags. "Hmm... yeah. This'll get us through road blocks right? Then we'll head over to the Govvernment Building, they have the best info- urgh..." He said, suddenly feeling a bit more queazy, but that all stoped as he looked out the window. There was Kyrall, the city on the ocean. The giant blue Government Building still dominated the area, but he saw enemy destroyers in the sea. Hell, he was sitting next to a foe. He leaned back and hoped for the best, for his nation and his stomach...

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Most media broadcasts had been quashed in Neo Tyr. The big radio- HKM, NTPR, KFM, Carmell FM had all been shut down. Major news stations were off as well. However, trouble was brewing quite literally under the surface. Civilian broadcasts in the undercities of Zed Harbor, Kyrall, and Hamapuri had been making their own 'true' news. Although the government made a half-hearted statement that they condemed such broadcasts, called all listeners "anti-patriots", and said police would crack down on these 'cowards'. However, the broadcasts kept coming in from these pirate stations, and had no intention of stoping

Also, no ammount of threats could stop news of mouth. Tales were told and continued to increase in size, starting from a North Germianan partol tossed out the patrons at Cafe DuPont, to some North Germianan barbrians killed the vallient Rodger DuPont and set fire to his cafe. Anyone could go downtown and see Cafe DuPont still running, but that didn't stop the newest version where a tank shelled the Cafe and soldiers gunned down the poor coffie drinkers.

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Justinian Hemlock nodded and got in. "Everyone else's already there..." He muttered in a depressed sort of way.

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OOC: I'll edit this out, if you don't like it, Neo Tyr.

IC:

As the rumors spread, many Neo Tyrians began to organize a militia to oppose the FKC. Especially surrounding the area of the Cafe DuPont...

Patrol 9 stopped in front of the Cafe DuPont. The patrol consisted of 1 Fuchs Transporter with 6 men inside, an Unteroffizier inside, and 12 Schultzpolizei on foot.

The Transport stopped and the troops exited the vehicle, following the Unteroffizier. The Schultzpolizei looked around for any sign of danger.

The Unteroffizier had stopped to speak with a beautiful young Neo Tyr citizen.

He wore the standard grey uniform of the Schultzpolizei, and was a very handsome man.

They began chatting casually, and he pulled out two small bottles of Germanian vodka. They sipped the drinks and chatted for a few minutes. The Unteroffizier offered her an invitation to dine with him at a Ney Tyrian restaurant of her choosing. She seemed a bit hesitant to eat dinner with the enemy, but agreed.

Suddenly, a Molotov Cocktail slammed into the top of the Fuchs Transporter setting the young Unteroffizier on fire.

Two Schultzpolizei patted the flames out and pushed the officer inside the armored transport. They also grabbed the young woman and followed her inside, their Steyr-Aug's aimed at her back.

The 16 soldiers on foot searched from where the Molotov came from, before an RPG was fired at them from a nearby building, barely missing the transport.

A Schultzpolizei Guard shouted in German...

S.P. Guard Hermann: Feuer frei!!! Angriff!!!

The soldiers hiding behind the transport began firing at the window from where the RPG had come. A soldier exited the Fuchs Transporter and fired a Panzerfaust-3 rocket into the window, sending flames shooting out of the building and setting a fire.

Small arms fire came out of several different windows of the building. Two Schultzpolizei guards were wounded and pulled into the transport.

The minigun on top of the Transporter began to hum and whirl, and a wall of bullets etched holes in the building and shattered glass, hitting a number of insurgents.

The Fuchs Transporter called for back-up, just as an RPG hit the vehicle, knocking a hole in the top and destroying the minigun post.

Several Schultzpolizei Guards ran into a building across the street from the insurgents. One set up a machine gun post in a window in a dark room. He waited for more insurgents to appear from the windows.

One, armed with an M-16 aimed his assault rifle out of the window, just as another aimed an AK-47 out of a window directly above the other.

The machine gunner opened fire, killing the first insurgent before he could fire. The second got off a few shots before he aimed the machine gun up and ripped several holes in his chest and head.

More insurgents began firing on the transport. A number of Schultzpolizei were shot down.

A second machine gun post was established in the adjacent building and they began firing into random windows.

Just as they did, a Germanian Leopard 3 Modified Heavy Tank began rolling down the street, followed by 20 Schultzpolizei guards, several armed with flamethrowers and all wearing full body armor and NBC protection masks. The minigun on top of the tank released a barrage of bullets at the building...
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Germanian deaths: 5

Estimated Neo Tyr insurgent deaths: 11+

Confirmed Neo Tyr insurgent deaths: 3
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Meanwhile, other patrols were using equipment to search for any underground activity. (OOC: Basically, a high-tech stethoscope)...

The Schultzpolizei Guard set the device in the middle of a street.

Translated from Germanian....

S.P. Guard Dorrfelt: Anything?

S.P. Engineer Heimler: I hear some activity, but it could be cars passing by, people walking on the street...us. Nothing definite. Let's move to a more isolated spot...

- N.G.

OOC: Neo Tyr, what's the climate like in this city?

The plane touched down on the runway and sat waiting for a finger or some steps to be freed up.

Dashwood shrugged at the roadblock question, "Don't know, but I've got papers, we'll be fine."

She seemed to also sense some of Vassal's uneasyness, "Trust me thing's are going to turn out fine for everyone, I don't think I'm letting you know too much if I tell you it's in Dyelli Beybi's best interest not to have Neo Tyr baying for our blood in generations to come. We have enough enemies already."

She stood up as she was speaking, "Anyway, once we're off this jet you're in charge, we've got two guards for you as well. Do you think we'll need weapons? We've got a few pistols, a Kornet-E anti-tank missile, an M60 and three G36 assault rifles."

Apparently the Dyelli Beybians were ready for the scenario of having to shoot their way in, although who they thought they might have to shoot on the way was the question...

Meanwhile von Scheer's transports had arrived outside the city/island of Easterling along with a relatively small number of Armoured Cruisers. Von Scheer was convinced the other Klatchians were going to make a hash of things and was determined the Dyelli Beybians would occupy a different settlement and would do a much better job of not enraging the population. As such the troops were under strict orders to behave themselves and the Commisaars were given instruction to hand anyone who didn't over to a Neo Tyr civilian court. To start with they didn't want this to look like they were planning an amphibious assault... the local garrison might start shooting and then all hell would break loose.

From: Vizeadmiral Collins, Dyelli Beybian High Seas Fleet
To: The Governing Body of Easterling
Subject: Surrender
In light ofo the recent surrender of Neo Tyr forces, Dyelli Beybi wishes to request permission to land a detachment of troops in Easterling.We request billeting for 10,000 men. We hope that we can make this phase of the war as bloodless as possible.

OOC: NG, I know what you're doing with regard to the shops, etc., but that's not how it looks. In fact, ICly at least, you're starting to look bad.

IC:
Office of the Cabinet, Houses of Parliament, Arn-Maciska
A map of Neo-Tyr appeared on the large flatscreen opposite the First Minister.
"...and now we've got reports of militia activities. There appears to be a partisan movement." The Junior Defence Minister's voice seemed to echo for a moment.
"So," the First Minister said, "Hogsweat is refusing to move, Vrak is trying to stay in command, key word; trying, everyone's ignored our communiqués, big surprise there, and North Germania is doing a textbook occupation... following ether the chapter "Overkill" or the one titled "How To Screw Up Royally"..."
A functionary handed her a slip of paper.
"Oh, and the Dyellians appear to be deploying their own occupation force, independent of the others... looks like fun for the whole family."
"Well, it's a little more complex than that, ma'am, but it is broadly correct."
"So can anyone sum it up more comprehensively? Anyone at all?"
The Defence Minister stood, crossed the room, and drew on the screen with a whiteboard marker. She started at it for a moment, added something, nodded, and then glided back to her seat.
"You know, something's different about that map..." Interior said thoughtfully.
Neo-Tyr now had a giant pear drawn over it.
Interior's comment drew a chuckle from the others.
"Moving on; the situation in Europe..."

In New Shiron, Royal Intelligence constantly monitored signals from both the occupiers and locals in Neo Tyr picked up from Signit satellites, and very high altitude drones operating (Global Hawk type, stealthy, hard to see visually as well as they fly at 40,000 feet) a few dozen miles from Neo Tyr's southern coast (ooc I figure Neo Tyr is about the same distance from me as Klatch is)

General McNabb, watch officer at the National Satellite and Recon office, reviewed some of the more interesting tidbits.

"Better send this to the Chief of Intellegence" he said quietly as he read through a transcript of radio chatter of a Germanian patrol's clash with locals, "the Queen will want to know."

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To: Neo-Tyr, Hogsweat, FKC High Command
CC: Reuters
From: Macisikan

We have been asked by the Macisikani Red Cross to inform you that they would like to continue their field operations in Neo-Tyr until the complete cessation of all hostilities. These operations remain civilian-orientated, though, if all sides are in agreement, they may consider extending these operations to include military personnel.

The MRC respectfully requests that you instruct your soldiers not to fire upon them or their sites of operations; they will do their utmost to avoid obstructing your military.

We await your response.

-MinExAff.

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OOC: Argh! Forgot about this.

IC:

To: MinExAff
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Red cross

You may conduct operations to help any and all civilians and combat personnel from all sides of the conflict. We ask that you do not hinder or report of our troop movements.

In light of the recent attack of Germanian forces, the Schultzpolizei has been ordered to remove all offensive writings on stores and apologize to the owners.

On the streets, the Schultzpolizei erased the previous messages and wrote instead:

"Our apologies."

Meanwhile, the military headquarters established in the city were deciding how to deal with the militia assaults on Germanian troops.

General Grippen, a devout member of the Holy Germanic Church spoke...

General Grippen: We must not retaliate too strongly. That would only cause more uprising and more deaths of our soldiers and innocent Neo Tyr citizens caught in the crossfire.

My orders are as follows: have the Schultzpolizei clear all civilians from and around the insurgents' building, send in a B-7 and precision bomb the building to the ground. Make SURE there are no civilian casualties. Warn whoever is occupying that building, that if they are not an insurgent, to leave IMMEDIATELY, for their own sake.

If there is any damage surrounding the bombing, make sure the population understands that we will rebuild whatever unrelated buildings damaged. If there is any damage, order the military contractors to begin rebuilding the damaged structures, and wire the owner of each $80 million in compensation.

Have the Schultzpolizei announce over loudspeakers in Neo Tyr's native language that the bombing was only in our self-defense and that no further bombings will occur, unless necessary to protect our soldiers. Tell them we are by no means weak, but by no means will we torture the population.

God help us if an uprising begins.

To: Vrak Military Command
From: Germanian Reichswehr
Subject: Neo Tyr resistance

In case you may not be aware, a patrol of ours was recently assaulted by Neo Tyr insurgents. Be extremely cautious and on the watch for any attacks. We recommend you tighten security. This assault against us was by no means weak. However, we are not telling you how to run your military. Just giving you a warning on the current situation, and what it may turn into if we do not handle it VERY carefully. I believe you exactly what I am talking about.

Also, we may have found an entrance to "The Under". It is unclear whether the sounds we are picking up are just the average city noise, but there are some interesting screeching noises and sounds of a tram line. It is unconfirmed, but further monitoring will determine if it is indeed "The Under".

That is all for now, my friends.


To: MinExAff
From: General Grippen; Germanian Reichswehr
Subject: Red Cross

We would very much appreciate your assistance in this conflict. We have injured troops already, and we have been in the city less than 10 days.

I give you my solemn oath, in God's name, that your Red Cross members will not be attacked by Germanian soldiers.

Though you may see us as the aggressors, our soldiers are still people. They still feel pain. We request your assistance, if you are willing to give it.

Humbly, and with utmost respect,
General Grippen

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The B-7 took off from Sarcobees island towards the city. It took only a couple of hours to reach its destination.

Kapitän Dietrich: Target in sight. Release payload.

The two 1,700 pound G.P.S. guided bombs found their target. On the ground, no one was near the building except insurgents. The bombs rocketed towards the small building, hit the lower sections and collapsed it to rubble, killing or seriously wounding any inside.

The Schultzpolizei began to search the surrounding area for any damage to neighboring buildings, cafes, or houses.

Germanian medics immediately began searching the rubble and surrounding areas for any civilians or insurgents wounded.

The Schultzpolizei announced the message they were ordered to give by General Grippen...

- N.G.

Translated from Germanian...

To: High Commander Eschell; Sarcobees Island
From: General Grippen; Easterling City
Subject: Militia Attacks on Germanian Soldiers

Commander Eschell, recent militia attacks on Germanian soldiers have been costly, and we don't have THAT many troops in the city if the situation gets sticky. For that matter, we have no air support or artillery support. All we have is a Panzer Division and around 650 Schultzpolizei Guards.

If a major uprising begins, I command you to personally bring in 50 Executioners, 400 Reichswehr Guards, 250 Schultzpolizei Guards, as well as 70 ESPK Ops. I am also ordering you to abuse no more prisoners of war, unless necessary. And by necessary, I mean by MY standards, not yours. If it happens again, you are exiled to Svalbard island. And that is a very, very, very lonely and cold place to be. You may very well cause the collapse of diplomatic relations with Neo Tyr if this continues. That is all. Are my orders absolutely clear?

To: General Grippen; Easterling City
From: High Commander Eschell; Sarcobees Island
Subject: Militia Attacks on Germanian Soldiers; POW Abuse

Completely understood. All abuse will stop, and your orders are completely clear. I will await your request for back-up, if needed.

I apologize for my actions. I thought I was serving Germania's best interests. My very humble apologies to you. Thank you, General Grippen for your commands.

The Commander thought to himself after sending the reply.

"Why the hell should I treat these scum with respect? They started the war to begin with! Many of my friends have died because of them. Perhaps General Grippen is a bit too diplomatic and a bleeding-heart, and a bit less military inclined. We shall see, I suppose."

He lit a cigarette, and walked out of the main defense bunker...

- N.G.

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To: Germanian Reichswehr
From: Vrak Military High Command
Subject: Neo Tyr resistance

Understood. We shall take your advice under consideration. Our front-line troops do have experience in urban warfare but it never hurts to be cautious. We shall tighten our security arrangements. We have more divisions arriving, but it will take time to ferry them. Our current heavy lift capacity for sea based transport is being taxed.

Regarding "the Under", we suggest close cooperation with the Midlonians. They seem to have some interesting new toys to deal with this.

As well, we must emphasis that Alcona is the overall operational commander with Dyelli Beybi and Midlonia in war theater command. Advise that your military command liaison with the Privy Council for overall strategy. We are, in general, trying to keep our actions limited but yet secure the nation. If you have more troops available, we suggest that the disarming and securing of Neo Tyr military assets be a top priority. Terrorist attacks will be dealt with when the time is appropriate.

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To: Vrak Military High Command
From: Germanian Reichswehr
Subject: Privy Council command; Neo Tyr resistance

Understood. We will speak with the Privy Council and Alcona before any further actions are made. We will hold our current positions. However, we cannot stand by idly if we are attacked again.

Thank you for reminding us that we are under command of the FKC in this conflict. Your wise words are always a guiding light in times of darkness.

__________________________

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To: Midlonia Military High Command
From: Germanian Reichswehr
Subject: The Under

We have been advised to work with you in finding 'The Under'. Our military headquarters are located at station 4.5.FF.N.T.000[4-9-8-7] E. City. We will send directions on how to decypher our encryption. Please send a high-ranking officer to speak with General Grippen. That is all.

- N.G.

OOC: FKC and N.G. allies, please post in my new thread titled "Germanian Military Expansion". Utmost importance to Germania.

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To: Germanian Reichswehr
From: Vrak Military High Command
Subject: Privy Council command; Neo Tyr resistance

Of course, you must defend yourselves. That has never been questioned by us. Luckily, we haven't encountered as much resistance as you have but rest assured, terrorists and their ilk shall be dealt with.

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To: Vrak Military High Command
From: Germanian Reichswehr
Subject: Privy Council command; Neo Tyr resistance

We thank you for your support, our friends.

In the early hours of this morning units of the 14th Foreign Legion Regiment (Airmobile Peacekeepers) were put off High Alert.
Instead, the 1-5th Companies, 1st Bn, of the 9th Foreign Legion Regiment (Airborne Peacekeepers) were air-dropped into the capital of Neo Tyr to assist the Vrakians and the North Germanians in their Peacekeeping operations. In total there were 5000 Soldiers, 3500 Combat Ready Peacekeepers.

Military Encoded Transcript

To: North Germanian High Command in Neo Tyr
From: Lt. Gen. Bradley J. Hammond, 9th FLR
Subject: Accomodation and Peacekeeping

Dear Sirs,
My Detachment of the 9th FLR were air-dropped this morning into the city. Currently we have taken residence in a sports stadium and have set up our base of operations here, the Co-ordinates and particulars are enclosed.
Since our arrival we have had no trouble from the Civilian populace but i, myself, can feel the tension in the air and was disheartened to hear of the recent attacks on your troops.
Currently our operations are small, securing the surrounding area is our main priority, but we hope to have operations underway in 18 hours.
I am requesting that a sector of the city be assigned to my forces, which sector i leave up to you.
We also wish to help in the search for this 'Under' facility. I have been briefed on the situation and, as i understand it, have a group of our Special Forces Artillery waiting to 'deal with the situation' should you request it.

Liutenant General Bradley James Hammond, 9th Foreign Legion Regiment
(Empire City, Legionnaires- Adjutant General of Legionnaires to the Colonial Office of the Hirgizstanian Commonwealth)


-COH-

To: Lt. Gen. Bradley J. Hammond, 9th FLR
From: General Grippen

I implore you to not take any military actions besides patrols of this huge city. This situation is on a thin line between the FKC and its allies' occupation of the city and the city's annihilation by a stronger force.

I appreciate your efforts in our war effort. It would be even more of a struggle without your help. Our main effort now is locating 'The Under'.

We are going to be working with Midlonia. Perhaps your specialists would like to work with us both?

- General Grippen; Easterling City; N.G. Headquarters

BUMP

Office of The Cabinet, Arn-Maciska
The First Minister gently put General Grippen's response on the table next to the Vrakian one.
"So... the General is not a follower of the One True Faith?"
The Cabinet members started to laugh nervously, then stopped. No-one knew how devout the First Minister was, or if she was joking...
The First smiled. Yes, it was a joke.
"Take a note..."

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To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From; MinExAff
Subject: RE: Red Cross

Thank you for your co-operation. The MRC will do everything they can to keep out of your way. Please be advised that they have begun medical operations on North Germanian soldiers and Neo-Tyrian insurgents, as well as civilians.

-MinExAff.

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To: General Grippen, Germanian Rechswehr;
From; MinExAff
Subject: RE: Red Cross

The MRC has advised us that they have begun field operations on some of your soldiers, as well as Neo-Tyrian civilians.

You should be advised that Vrak has agreed to the MRC providing medical aid to combatants of either side; the MRC have also begun field operations on insurgents.

We thank you deeply for your co-operation. The MRC is glad to be a help to all the wounded.

Thanking you for your time,
Lady Justina Valdir, Minister for External Affairs.

To: MinExAff
From: General Grippen; Germanian Reichswehr
Subject: Red Cross

I deeply appreciate your assistance. I will make sure my soldiers are informed and that no Red Cross workers are killed or wounded by my soldiers.

I cannot guarantee their safety from my allies, as I do not govern them. However, it is VERY unlikely they would do anything so terrible.

I thank you again.

- General Grippen

- N.G.

Back in Dyelli Beybi, Lunchtime O'Booze was considering the situation, insurgents, confiscation of private property, abusive messages scrawled on walls, this whole situation smacked of Fallujah. Just as soon as his troops secured Easterling, he could fly in himself. Hopefully they could convince the people in this particular town that armed resistance was bad for everyone. Then it suddenly occured to him...the Red Cross...

"Radio von Scheer and ask if he's got any Red Cross guys with him. It might be a good idea if they land first...of not radio the Macisikanis and ask if their Red Cross guys would like to get into Easterling ASAP, not that we're expecting any fighting, but you know...it looks good."

"Yessir." the Aide O'Booze had been talking to saluted and departed. He returned about 10 minutes later, "von Scheer doesn't have any, Sir, but I have taken the liberty of contacting the Red Crescent in Quisa and they're all in favour of getting over their, although they'll take a good while longer than the Makistanis would."

O'Booze nodded, "Thought he didn't, good work though, sending in Dyellians to help out is always better than foreigners... We've got to keep Easterling free of anybody who might make us look bad."

OOC: Kyrall has a temperate climate, so it a bit of a chilly fall right now. Expect highs in the 50s Farenhight range.

IC: Easterling allowed the forces from Dyelli Beyabi in the city, but were very suspicious of their arrival. Unlike Kyrall, where the people were trying to live as normal lives as possible, the citzens of Easterling were suspicious, peeking out of windows, and making there appeance on the steet quick, however this made resistance very light. They wern't happy, not only because of bunch of outlanders had barged their way onto THEIR island, but because this war cancled the big baseball tournment. For the first time in 72 years, it looked like the Easterling Cavaliers had a shot at winning the championships. They blamed the Klatch for ending that dream.

Yes, the citizens of Easterling really like baseball.

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Lance Vassal frowned a bit. "I doubt we need all that. As long as your allies don't attack us, I can keep my countrymen at bay. I'm a noble, they'll be happy to see me...", Vassal said while standing, muttering silent prayers of thanks that the plane ride from hell was over. He started down the stairs that were taxied to them, and led Dashwood to a black limo, smileing. The driver put the little flags on the vehicle, and they were off. He was finally home.

When he got in, he made some room for Dashwood and the gaurds. The driver handed his some documents which he quickly read over while the vehicle started past the soldiers who were in the airport. He eventually put is aside and smiled. "Right. Welcome to Neo Tyr, I suppose. We're on our was to the Government Building. It's that big blue one up there," he said, pointing out the window. "It has most of the governmental processes inside it, and the Princess is probably there. I can't see her on Clover Island right now..." He finished, museing to himself.

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The city of Kyrall was not amused. The wounds North Germianian troops had left had made deep wounds, it's not smart to taunt an enemy when he's down. They had pretty much commited relational suicide with the people, and with Seabrook's actions, it looked like North Germina and Neo Tyr would not be friends anytime soon.

The insurgents were led by the late Arthur Coil. Coil was a rabid anti-government figure, and his love by some of the Tyrinans was the only reason MANHUNTER hadn't silenced him yet. He was rather imfamious for making threats, and he declaired on the popular raido show "Chillin' with Wise Guy Sammy" that he would shoot an RPG at any "god damned outlanders" that came to Kyrall. Most people thought he was making another empty threat. Looks like he wasn't. Even if the was a terrorist, his help of poor communites for years had made him a soft spot in the hearts of the citizens, and they were not happy. Every step of the occupation would have to be made with care, lest a civil war breaks loose.

The suspicious behaviour put the Dyelli Beybians on edge as well, things were begining to look like a powderkeg, and the man in charge, Generalmajor Cooper, a veteran of the Christchurch Campaign, was fully aware of what his troops were capable of doing. He needed to difuse the situation and fast...

Cooper had set up his HQ in a tent he'd erected in a carpark, "Find out who and where the Mayor is, and ask him if it is convenient to set up a meeting." he instructed one aide, "Then go and speak to all the local banks and see which of them is interested in loaning mnoey to Dyelli Beybi. Find the one which gives us the best rate, then get them paying our troops in whatever the local currency is."

The aide saluted and left, immediately, Cooper turned to another, "You go and find me the local garrison Commander. Tell him his men are on leave on full pay, provided they can account for all their weapons, we're paying of course. Then find the Chief of police and ask him to come and attend the meeting with the Mayor."

The second aide also saluted and left, "Right, so you were saying, Commisaar that the people are unhappy because of basketball?"

"Baseball Sir." the Commisaar assigned to the General's staff responded immediately, "It's a bit like cricket."

"Yes, I'm fully aware what baseball is, Commisaar" Cooper replied in a long suffering voice, "Do any of the troops know how to play it?"

"Doubt it Sir."

"Well get me the Cricket 11s for both Brigades and tell them to start learning." Cooper snapped, he had two Brigades of Grenadiers in the town.

"May I ask why Sir?" the Commisaar asked.

"Because", Cooper replied, "In order to get these people happy we're going to give them a baseball match between whatever their team is and our lot, who they will thrash convincingly... and just to make it better commission a large and garish trophy for them to win off us."

"Thereby restoring the city's pride and also making out that we're not such bad sports?" the Commisaar suggested.

"Precisely." Cooper replied, "You of course will be in charge of promoting the event and security at the event. Five days time do you think?"

"Sounds like a good idea Generalmajor. I'll contact the local TV stations and whatever their advertising firms are to get a comercial up and running."

"Excellent." Cooper nodded and smiled, "Hearts and minds. If I can help it I'm not going to send a single man or woman home in a body bag."

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While Vassal was speaking, Dashwood had taken the opportunity to straighten out her uniform and pin on a couple of badges. One was silver and roughly oval with a germanic style helmet imposed over crossed swords, the other was some kind of bronze bar. Last off she slipped something which looked suspiciously like an iron cross on.

She made no comment about the medals, "Out of curiosity does blue symbolise something?" she asked, although she seemed vaguely distracted, in fact she as wondering if the Dyelli Beybian flags might draw partisan attack, she hoped not, hopefully they'd ignore it if they hadn't seen it before, she remembered back in the days when Dyelli Beybi had had nobility, there had always been unusual flags fluttering from limousines...

"Also how am I supposed to act in front of your princess? I've been ordered not to tread on any toes."

Justinian Hemlock nodded and got in. "Everyone else's already there..." He muttered in a depressed sort of way.



The major cocked his head again at the minister and said.

"Pardon me, sir. Did you say that the Hogsweatians currently occupy the tower? Do you mean the very building that you were waiting for us?"

To: General Grippen; Germanian Reichswehr
From: Lt. Gen. Bradley J. Hammond, 9th FLR
Subject: Operations

Thank you for your swift reply General.

Yesterday evening a local Neo Tyrian, who claimed to be a public leader of some kind, delivered a letter welcoming our forces to the area and to contact him if anything should arise. While we do take this letter to heart we are still on the lookout.

During the initial air-drop we received 50 of our Trucks and 25 M1114 Up-Armoured Hummvee's, we are expecting 50 More trucks and 50 more M1114's sometime tonight, we will use the same dropzone, and we have cleared the football field for various other supply drops, our airplanes should register as 'Freind' on your radar's but they pilots have been briefed by myself and know to contact all FKC forces and FKC allies when entering Neo Tyrian airspace.

However, we currently have 20 UH-60L, 10 CH-47D, 10 AH-64D and 5 RAH-66 helicopters to be brought in. We can find no (secure) airport in our sector and before we mount an operation to find one i was instructed to ask you whether you have an airport suitable for C-5A and AN-225 aeroplanes?

Minor patrols will be mounted from this afternoon.

Our SF Artillery have asked me to convey this message:

From: Colonel Dean Horrin
To: General Grippen
Subject: Deployment

General, i am the CIC of the 4th Regiment, 2nd Special Forces Artillery.
We were to be deployed with the Marines to Sacrobees island with our equipment but Command has put us on a special alert to help locate and asses this 'Under' Facility.

We can rig our munitions to blow static instead of from the guns and artillery pieces, thats one of our mission parameters. If you want us to be deployed, give the word and i'll send two Demo squads out.


-COH-

To: Lt. Gen. Bradley J. Hammond, 9th FLR
From: General Grippen; Reichswehr

We are working on establishing an airport inside Neo Tyr. However, the city is so dense, we are having trouble finding a clear area.

If we fail to find an area suitable for building one, we may have to take over a Neo Tyr airport.

If so, we will request your assistance.

- General Grippen
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To: Colonel Dean Horrin
From: General Grippen; Reichswehr

Your assistance in locating 'The Under' would be most appreciated. Perhaps Germanian Technicians and your Specialists could link up and begin scanning the city? I also think it wise to begin checking the floors of buildings and basements. I doubt an entrance to 'The Under' is going to be on a street somewhere near our forces.

However, if we find do it, I see no problem in blowing a hole in the ground and constructing an entrance ramp.

- General Grippen

- N.G.

The governemnt released it's monthly "State of the Principality" report today. It was very pessimistic, with record unemployment and thousands slipping below the poverty line, and it showed this was just the start. This could be good or bad for the FKC. While it was showing that Neo Tyr was 'made an example of', it also painted a darker picture. The Klatch entered with the general support of the international community, but with so many civilians suffering, and the fact that at seemed that the FKC were starting to show imperialistic ideals, could push away neutral countries.

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Justinian nodded. "Yes. That's why I'm telling you to head to the aquarium. Why? Are you worried about attack? Those windows don't open, and we have soldiers at the doors, at the moment. But I would suggest that we leave as soon as possible." Hemlock finished.

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In Easterinling, it seemed very few banks were happy to lend money to Deyelli Beyabi. They were rather unpopular, and most banks in Easterling would be very 'unpatriotic' to lend money to the enemy. The only bank that would was controled by the Blue Song corperation. They were desperate to stay afloat. Govenor Henry Levbo accepted a meeting.

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Vassal frowned "I guess it's to complment the ocean..." He muttered. He wasn't too sure, "Anyway, on the Princess, I've met her several times. Just be poliet, don't mock her," He saidm his voice lowering as he saw one of the "Property of the FKC" signs being taken down, "And just be conciderate." He said, his voice bouncing back, the limo stopping at the building. He started out, "Follow me."

The Major gave a slight smile and replied,

“No, Minister. I’m not afraid of being attacked. I don’t want to lose any men unnecessarily. Does that surprise you? As well, who else is left in the building? If there are any Neo Tyr troops in there then they must come out and surrender to our forces. We shall deal with the Hogsweatians.”

He tossed Justinian a bullhorn and motioned for him to crouch behind the Vodnik.

“I advise you sir to call out all of your local staff who may be still in there. They have 15 minutes to comply. Then we will move in and root out any Hogsweatians and, mark this, we will return fire on any Neo Tyr soldiers who does not surrender. I assure you, they will be treated with the utmost respect.”

He barked an order and the tanks began to circle around the building, forming a perimeter. Some APCs pulled up and began disgorging troops. The major then radioed to the command post about the situation.

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Meanwhile, more and more troops and equipment were being unloaded at all the available docks. It was slow going, considering the number of docks available and the sheer amount of troops being unloaded. The nearest military bases were turned over to Vrakian control while the Neo Tyr soldiers were disarmed and confined to their barracks for now. The main arteries of the city now had roadblocks while structures such as large bridges had roadblocks at either end. Vrakian controlled media outlets broadcast messages saying that citizens may go about their business but to carry their ID cards or other form of identification at all times. Also it mentioned that a large cash reward would be given for good information leading to the location of any Hogsweatian troops.

Attack helicopters were also being unloaded onto flat bed cars and transported to a secure open area. As well, air patrols were being conducted from the Vrakian air craft carriers while helicopters performed lower level patrols. SAM sites that were difficult to access to by roads were visited by transport helicopters full of marines.

A large, long range anti-air system rolled out of one heavy transport and was escorted to the main Kyrall airport. There, the initial contingent of troops had a perimeter set and were digging in. Machine gun nests sprouted up like weeds and AA systems roved the sky.

Meanwhile, where the building from which the insurgents had attacked the patrol, Neo Tyrian citizens were gathering in large crowds and protesting over the damage done to the surrounding area by the air strike...

Surrounded by Schultzpolizei wearing full body armor, and basically serving as a walking shield, General Grippen walked to the Cafe DuPont, carrying a briefcase. Half of the cafe had been destroyed and fires had just recently been put out by Germanian soldiers.

The owner stood over a table and was screaming about the damage done to his cafe. None of which he deserved. While the Schultzpolizei did not understand what he was yelling about, General Grippen spoke the language.

The General approached him, and upon seeing an unarmed Germanian general, he raised his arm and began to approach him. Two S.P. Guards aimed their G-36's on him and he froze. Another pushed him down on a nearby chair. The General motioned for them to back away.

General Grippen: My apologies for the damage caused to your building; however, I believe this may assist.

He laid the briefcase on the table next to the chair, flipped open the locks, and opened the briefcase. Stacks of Neo Tyrian currency lay inside, and he turned the briefcase to the owner.

Two billion in your currency. I again apologise for the damage done. My engineers will begin repairing your building within a few hours, under your supervision. I hope this gift from Germania will help ease your wounds. I again apologise for this accidental damage of your cafe. Have a nice day, sir...Oh, I nearly forgot!

He pulled two handles of Germanian vodka from his coat and laid them on the table.

This is the finest vodka in Germania. I hope you, and whomever else drinks it, will enjoy it. In America, it costs $150 a bottle. It's smooth and never burns. A good day to you, sir.

The Schultzpolizei again surrounded the general, and they exited the cafe.

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Patrol 13 was making a routine search for any insurgents...

The Modified Fuchs Transporter-II stopped in front of a row of Neo Tyrian houses. An Unteroffizier, followed by 12 S.P. Guards, each holding a briefcase, knocked on the first house. The door opened, and the Unteroffizier handed the owner of the house the briefcase containing $2 million Neo Tyrian. He bowed and exited.

They proceeded to give each house on the street briefcases of money.

They had to return to the Fuchs Transporter 3 times to deliver all the money to the houses, until they reached the last.

The windows were boarded-up, but there were lights on inside. The Unteroffizier knocked.

The door was opened by a man who looked at the Germanians with rage in his eyes. The S.P. Guards looked at eachother and watched the man suspiciously. The Unteroffizier laid the briefcase on the stoop of the man's house, and opened it to reveal the money inside. He bowed, and began to walk away.

However, Neo Tyrian man who opened the door pulled a pistol from his waist and shot the Unteroffizier in the back of the head. Boards on the second floor of the house were kicked off and insurgents began to fire pistols at the S.P. Guards. 3 soldiers were hit before they took cover behind the Fuchs Transporter.

Translated from Germanian...

S.P. Guard Dahrfall: So, they like baseball?

He stood up with a grenade in each hand, released the pin on one, and pitched it into the open window. He did the same with the other.

One explosion was heard, and then another.

S.P. Guard Dahrfall: Storm the house! Kill anyone inside who has a gun in their hand!

The 3 S.P. Guard who were hit by gunfire were luckily saved by their body armor, and picked themselves up.

The 12 guards stormed the house, killing first the man who shot the Unteroffizier, then proceeded to kill 4 more insurgents inside.

Two insurgents laid their weapons on the ground and held their hands in the air. They were drug to Transporter and shoved inside. The Unteroffizier's body was carried inside the Fuchs, and laid on the seats.

S.P. Guard Dahrfall: Burn the house down.

Two guards removed flame-throwers from the transporter, carried the briefcase of money back to the transporter, and then lit the house ablaze.

The Germanian soldiers would supervise the burning, so that no other homes would catch fire.

As the house burned to the ground, the day began to turn into night. Finally, as the structure collapsed, the soldiers packed up in the Fuchs Transporter, and began their return to the military headquarters.

As every Fuchs Transporter was equipped with cameras on the left and right sides, the event was recorded, and sections of the filming would be reported to local Neo Tyrian news channels...

- N.G.

Dashwood nodded, "Yessir." there was perhaps a slight hint of humour in her voice.

She put on her cap as she got out, "And if anyone says I look like a Neo Nazi pin-up girl I'll shoot them."

Apparently she was acutely aware of what her uniform smacked of to most foreigners. Last off she checked her side arm, it was a quick movement, but betrayed the fact that she was perhaps a little uneasy with the whole situation.

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Cooper was pissed off. The people in this city seemed to be a bunch of prats... well at least the bankers did. Nevertheless, his staff car pulled up outside the Governor's reisdence at the appointed time and he was all smiles, he was becoming acutely aware though that his staff car was open topped with just a leather roof to pull over in the event of rain or, as was more likely back home, sandstorm.

"Please inform the Governor I've arrived." He asked someone who he hoped was some kind of valet.

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Elsewhere in the town, Commisaar Wood, Assistant Political Officer 1st class, was just getting to the important part of his meeting with the Blue Song Corporation... (OOC: pardon my skipping forward a little)

"Basically." the Commisaar said, "We want you to act as paymasters for our troops, as we want them payed in local currency. Now before you start saying this is unpatriotic, it is in fact very patriotic, you're giving us local money so that we can spend it at local places. Otherwise our troops would just accumulate their pay and blow it all when they get home, that is no money goes to Neo Tyr. We are prepared to pay whatever we borrow back, more or less immediately, at a flat rate of 5%. We suggest you do not charge a per annum rate as we will be repaying the loan as quickly as we borrow. Basically we want to use you as a currency conversion scheme."

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Elsewhere in the city, in some of the seedier parts of town, a small band of soldiers, headed up by a junior Commisaar, were discreetly inquiring to try to locate any local mafia type organisations that might exist, or any groups of disaffected people, particularly Communists or Socialists. They were hoping to find a few, after all, Dyelli Beybi even had a few people willing to support a Tzarist uprising, something which was about as poplar as dung for dinner with the vast majority of the populace.

To: General Grippen
From: Lt. Gen Hammond
Subject: Airport

We see the problem and we are currently drawing up plans to amicably use a Neo Tyr air-port for a week, we will cancel all flights and simply use the existing staff to hurry the delivery. However, we are doubtful about this plans potential and we may have to resort to using Naval Helicopters until your forces establish an air-base.


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To: General Grippen
From: Col. Horrin
Subject: Insertion

Very well, we will insert around 200 men at this time tomorrow, we will land them with equipment at a landing site, cleared by the 9th FLR, we will set up our position in the 9th FLR stadium and in the morning we'll move out to North Germanian positions to link up with your specialists and begin drawing up search plans.

-COH-

I was a rather frusturating time for the soldiers seeking out the mob and socilists. After a long walk through the Warf District of Easterling, they got the name of a Mr. Clark Gable. Upon knocking on his door, Gable exited and paled. "Y-your those communisits, from across the ocean, aren't you? Look, I know what you want, I've got sourses, and tell you as long as you don't kill me.

"If you want socilists, Easterling's pretty void of 'em. If I were you, I'd check the undercity of Zed Harbor. Word on the street is that MANHUNTER wiped out a nest of 'em a bit before you came. But if they're anywhere, they're still in Zed Harbor."

"If it's orginized crime you want, you want the Tong. The Fontis Tong is the big group in Neo Tyr. If you want them, their base of operations is in the warehouse with the green roof at the wast side of the port. Tell them I sent you. I told you what you want, now don't kill me!"

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The messenger nodded, "We have been expecting you, Sir Cooper, please, come this way..." He said, walking into the city hall. It was rather ornate, as Easterling was an important city. The messenger walked through the halls untill they reached to govenors office, where Levbo was busy pouring over some records.

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The Blue Song representive nodded to wood. "Yes, we agree compleatly with your terms. Yet we hope that this occupation is only optional..." she said, presenting some legal documents.

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Although Mister DuPont was not happy, Cafe DuPont was a bit of a landmark, and this year was it's centenial, he accepted the funds to project a look of friendleness. They blew up his great-grandfather's cafe, if he complained, they might kill him. Or so was the general tought amonst the Tyrinians.

Because although they were not as adverse to the occupation, if it seemed to become permanant it might just rekindle the poweder keg effect. The Neo Tyrinians didn't really trust the outlanders too much, because as kind as money is, it's hard to buy trust.

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Vassal saw Hamlock talking to a Vrak genral, and paced over. Hemlock saw him and frowned. "Ah, young master Vassal. It is good to see you're well." with an air of sarcasam

Vassal frowned. "Same to you, Hemlock. What is this about?"

Hemlock gave a bored sigh. "These people seem to want to raid the Government Building..."

Vassal gave a little hop. "No! I mean, not yet. Just wait a bit, I need to talk to someone inside for a second. See, I have Commisar Dashwood with me here, from Deyilli Beyabi. We just need to go in there for a moment." He said a bit quickly.

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The airport in Kyrall was Kyrall International. It was difficult to convert because, with the utter lack of land on the island, it was built on the water. Massivie supports kept the runways above the water, and it could survive even the worst storms. However, the long causeway that led to it could not stand too much weight, and space along the tarmac was few and far between...

"On the contrary Mister Gable," the Comisaar replied, "Here is a bag of jewellery which you may either sell, give to someone special or wear, depending upon exactly how you like to do these things..."

What he handed over was indeed a bag of very expensive jewellery, "We don't have much local currency you see." the Comisaar explained, he was begining to get a feeling MANHUNTER was something that filled the rolls of Cheka and Gestapo in Dyelli Beybi,

"You have been very useful...if you see any runaway slaves let us know won't you? This is my card..." he handed over what looked like a business card, introducing him as Assistant Political Officer 2nd Class, John Friar.

He tipped his hat in a polite manner, "For now though we must find this 'Fontis Tong', so I'll bid you good day."

They were off to find Fontis Tong, whatever that was, if they were anything like the Mafia in the D.B.A.T. back home, they'd usually be willing to talk, especially if it involved large sums of money.

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Some distance away, Wood gave a vague, confused smile, "I'm sorry I'm not sure I quite understand what you mean? If by optional you mean you can ask us to leave and we will, then no, it isn't, if you mean we'll pack up in about five weeks and all go home, then yes, it is... trust me though you're getting the good end of the bargain by having Dyelli Beybians occupy this city, rather than some of the other Klatchians."

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"No 'Sir' in it." Cooper corrected mildly, "I'm salt of the earth, one of the proletariat."

As he reached the Governor's room he nodded to the man, "Generalmajor Robert Cooper at your disposal."

He waited for a return greeting before plowing into what he had to say, "Nice office you've got here by the way... anyway, I'm sure you don't like us being here, and we certainly don't particularly want to be here. This place is too wet, it's unhealthy. Anyway, with any luck, in a few weeks we'll be gone and you lot can get on with living your lives like you usually do. For now though, I want to see what we can do, that's you and me, to make this unfortunate event and painless and more importantly, as bloodless, as possible."

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Dashwood nodded to the Vrakians, although she didn't seem particularly interested in them, inside though she was already begining to think this mission was too late, "Might I suggest..." she said gravitating towards the Vrakian Major, "That an armed attack on a Neo Tyr landmark is a bad idea? If you need to get someone out, let me go in I'm a trained negotiator."

It was a blatant lie, but she gave no outward signs. Besides, a lot of the Cheka were trained negotiators... she just happened to be trained for 'politically sensitive' jungle warfare missions on the Gonad peninsula, but there was no way to tell what Commisaar did what.

The Vrakians were beginning to get suspicious of what exactly the words “full disclosure” meant to the Tyrinians. It was to be expected that their cooperation would be half-hearted, but it remained to be seen if they realized the consequences of their passive resistance.

Now, it seems that the airport’s causeway can’t bear too much weight. Still, contrary to what the Tyrinians thought, the Vrakians were not stupid. An engineering company began to assess the structural integrity of the causeway while a mine clearing team was brought in to look for booby traps. In fact, the logistical support for the Vrakian deployment was working hard to integrate the troops into Neo Tyr itself safely and securely. For its size, Vrak didn’t have millions upon millions of front-line troops. But, it did spend heavily on support. Which meant engineering help was available and able to assess any problems rapidly.

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Major Iruk looked at Dashwood with apprehension, recognizing the Checka uniform. He generally distained all forms of spooks, preferring open combat. A snort and then he replied,

“Well, if you can talk them out, be my guest. They must surrender to us and no funny business. You’ve got fifteen minutes, starting now.”

He fixed Dashwood with a glare as he radioed in his situation. Meanwhile, the tanks and troops had the building surrounded, guns levelled.

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Still playing were the broadcasts promising large cash sums for the location of Hogsweatian troops. As with any occupation, there was always bound to be collaborators with the enemy.

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The V.N.F. Clam, a lone corvette neared the LOW coast. They really didn’t like being there since the Lords of War were more than capable of watching its borders. One or two sailors served during the Dolze war and remembered watching massive LOW gravships pound Dozle forces mercilessly. In fact, it was doubtful that anyone would get too close and, well, live.

-Object 500 meters dead ahead sir. Looks like a sub.
-One of ours?
-No…[a shake of the head. Then, in a calm, yet clearly disturbed tone]…one of theirs.

A soft whistle. Then the Captain ordered.

-Helm, bring us to port bearing 213 degrees, mark. Slow to 10 knots. I don’t want to appear threatening.
-Aye sir.

The corvette began to slow and turn, slowly tacking away from the sub. For its part, the sub quickly rose, a splash of water roared upwards by the sudden displacement. A plasma turrent swung towards the corvette. A harsh voice broke over the radio.

This is LOW partrol craft 782. Identify.

“This is Captain Stevol of the VNF Clam. We are patrolling North Sea sector grid 7B in accordance with Military Alert Status Level 1. LOW patrol craft, have you seen anything suspicious?”

A momentary silence.

No.

"Thank you for your assistance LOW patrol craft. VNF Clam out."

The first mate had to gently pry the com from the Captain’s hand as sweat poured from his brow. Few, if any, guardian fleet personnel ever had the…priviledge…of actually communicating with LOW.

Dashwood seemed completely oblivious to the glare, giving the Vrakian a disarming smile, "I knew you were a reasonable man Colonel? Could you possibly give me a little longer though, say, half an hour? That's a big place, I might not even find anyone to talk to for fifteen minutes."

N.G. Military Base...

The patrol brought back the dead Unteroffizier, and played the footage to General Grippen.

Grippen:Christ! Why are we the ones who always get attacked? Never the Vrakians, or the Dyellians, or the Hirgizstanis. I suppose you idiots never thought to collect intelligence from that house before you burned it to the ground? Next time, do.

The Blue Song representitive blushed for a moment. "Ah, yes. I mean 'temporary', forgive me. I didn't have my coffie this morning. Now, are you allowed to sign these froms? I'm not exactly sure how socilisim works..." She said, handing over the documents for Wood to read over.

And although the coffie remark was innocent, it did put a silent spotlight on a devolping problem in Neo Tyr. The war had distrupted the ferry routes. Due to the fact that Neo Tyr was an archipelago, almost all freight had to be shiped via the sea, and the occupied ports had made the ferries have delayed departures all across the board. Although only superficial items were not reaching the islands right now, if key products like grains and regional alchahols were not making their way into homes on time, it could create some very nasty consequenses.

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"Ah, very good, Mr. Cooper," Levbo said standing. "We here in Easterling also want a bloodless, quick ocupation. The city leaders here in Easterling are here to help you in any way possible to achive that goal. If you need anything, feel free to ask." He said in a friendly way.

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Dash was wallowing. It was rather unprofessional of him, but he really didn't want to be in Vrak. He had just encountered some god-forsaken beast in this god forsaken country, and got a bit hurt. He was slowing to a walk untill he heard a voice from in front of him. "Hurry, Dash!"

"Jesus, Lilith, give me some time. I'm a bit hurt." He whined.

"Shut up," the voice said in annoyance, "We're late as it is. We need to hurry if we want to rendez-vous at the destination with the others." The figure of the woman sped up. Dash made an annoyed moan and sped up as well. They needed to pick up the pace.

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Trouble was brewing in the Museum Neo Tyr. Although Kyrall has several museums, the Museum Neo Tyr was the largest and most important. It had hundreds of important historical items from the past of Neo Tyr, the items inside it were priceless. Oddly enough, it became a huge HQ of the insurgents.

A large group of dissatisfied civilians had taken control of the museam, and with the state of the traffic, road blocks, and the last of the cyber attacks, it took the police some time to even get the news, let alone make it to the institution. Police Chief Ross Kajar was inside trying to stop the insurgents, but he was making little progress. And if a noble made little progress, it was unlikely that any forginer would.

This was proving a unique chalenge at the point. The insurgents were hold up in not only a landmark, but had some of the most important historical documents in Neo Tyrinan history. If it was damaged, no ammount of money could repair the loss of the artifacts, and it could increase the insurgency by leaps and bounds. But perhaps the FKC forces did not know how important it was to the people. That would be a fatal mistake.

Secretariat of State for Imperial Security, Internal Report.
...and indications are that the food shortages will become critical within the next 7-10 days at most. It is not known how this will effect the situation, but it is predicted that as the situation becomes uncomfortable civilians will take action... we predict a large number of civilian casualties... food shortages will have a noticable effect on the nutritional status and health of the civilian population within 21 days, unless an effective system of rationing is introduced or food aid can be provided.

...large numbers of insurgents appear to have taken hold of a significant structure in Kyrall containing culturally sensitive material. We can only speculate what the Klatchian response will be, but we need not remind Your Excellency that such structures lose their "protected" status when used for military operations... any attack on the structure would alienate the local population and may trigger a nation-wide insurgency...

...it is advisable to release another megaton of medical supplies to the Red Cross...

Recommendations include making an discreet offer to the Neo-Tyrians and Klatchians to act as neutral mediators in this and other disputes... the reaction in Parliament cannot be predicted at this time.

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Communiqué
From: Macisikan
To: Neo-Tyr, Dyelli Beybi, North Germania, Vrak
Subject: Informal Offer

We are informally inquiring as to what your respective reactions would be if we offered our services as a neutral nation to mediate any problems you may have with insurgent groups.

Dashwood seemed completely oblivious to the glare, giving the Vrakian a disarming smile, "I knew you were a reasonable man Colonel? Could you possibly give me a little longer though, say, half an hour? That's a big place, I might not even find anyone to talk to for fifteen minutes."

The Major merely shrugged and said,

"I have my orders. Fifteen minutes is all I can allow. I suggest that you start moving."

He then turned to Justinian.

"I suggest sir, that you use the bullhorn that I gave you to bring out any of you people. I also suggest that they use a white flag when they come out so we don't accidentaly shoot them."

The rest of the nearby troops watched the exchange warily. Overhead, a combat helicopter flew near.


OOC: Haven't seen Hogsweat for a while so this particular episode might be pointless...

OOC: Hogsweat is tied up with Doomingsland and is currently doing a 'Democracy in Hogsweat?' RP, i don't reckon we'll see him here again.

"To be completely honest." Wood replied to the Blue Song representitive, "I'm not really certain how our economy works either, but it seems to and that's the important bit."

He couldn't really see anything out of order so put his signature to the documents, "Well this all seems to be in order. Do you have any questions?"

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Cooper nodded, "Excellent, excellent. Now I'm sure you, being Governor of this place, know far more about any current, or potential problems this war has caused. Obviously it's our intention to stop any major problems before they cause the kind of unrest going on in Kyrall. The last thing we need are street battles and curfews..."

He snapped his fingers, "That reminds me, do you think your police would want to go back to their usual duties? We don't really want to patrol the streets."

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Meanwhile, in Kyrall Dashwood tugged on Vassal's sleeve, "Shall we get moving?"

It was a slow day in the ports of Andorhol. That was a very bad sign. Andorhol was among the most important islands in Neo Tyr, it was the food distribution center. Neo Tyr had a huge fishing trade, yet fish alone could not feed the populace. With the islands becoming more and more urbanized, they relied on importing food from several different sourses. All ships carring food went to Andorhol and the cargo would be spread throughout the archelpelago by local ferries. Ronald Valley, the head of food distrbution, was pouring over several documents when an aid entered. "Mr. Valley?"

"Yes?" Valley said, not bothering to look up.

"I have the documents about todays shipments-"

"Paraphrase it." Valley said quickly.

"... Shipment #44562 ran into a mine, and shipment #44571 had it's hull slashed open by rocks. Apperently they were fed faulty information about our topography."

"What did we lose?" Valley said quickly.

"We lost a large shipment of rice, and a larger shipment of fruit. Also, the companies suppling them have severed ties with us. It seems they find operating with Neo Tyr a bit too... risky."

"What!? Damnit! Those god damned outlanders!" Valley swore. "They just had to come here, didn't they?" He muttered. He was not in a good mood to begin with, he had read over documents stateing that several supplies could not make it to the occupied ports. If this continued, there could be very serious consquenses...

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Vassal looked over. "Yes, of course Commisar." He said. "Follow me. Hemlock you know what to do. Hemlock sighed and stated the orders to leave to Government Building, while Vassal led Dashwood to the back.

"Right," He said while he walked, "The Princess is most likely on the top floor. So we're heading in through the back, to avoid on Hogsweat troops. Ah, heres the elevator." The two had sucessfuly made their way through the large and ornate Government Building to one of the larger elevators in the buildings. He entered, and took a small card from his pocket, and inserted into a slot. Suddenly, two dull lights on the floor panel lit up, and Vassal pressed the button labled "Suite". The elevator started up, and Vassal leaned, starting to think.

Hemlock gave another sigh. "Now, are we to make our way to the aquarium? Thats where we are to meet..."

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The Blue Song representitive shook her head. "No, this should be fine. Thank you. Begging your pardon, but I have several pressing meetings planned, so I must be going..." She said, extending her hand for a quick handshake before they left.

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Levbo nodded. "Having the police out would be for the best. It may not be surprizing to know the populace is not to happy with being occupied, and having Neo Tyrinians deal with their problems would be best."

"Also, I would suggest you don't block the port. There are lots of fishermen in this city, and the port is where our food shipments come in..." Levbo finished.

Just a reminder that the OOC thread is here:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=361718

While the meeting with Blue Song was concluding, Cooper was becoming more relaxed, the Governor seemed like the kind of person he could work with, "My thoughts precisely, we're trying to provoke your people as little as possible." He was vaguely hoping Levbo was somehow connected to the resistance, that way he might be able to stop it taking off here.

"We had no particular intention of blocking the Port. So long as nobody starts shooting at us we should be acting just like tourists... by the way do you have any news feeds coming in from Kyrall? From what I've heard from our agents, things aren't looking to rosy."

He paused, allowing Levbo to answer "By the way, we've cooked up an idea of giving your lot a baseball game against a team thrown together out of our Brigade cricket 11s. You'll win by a country mile, of course. Do you think this would have a positive effect on civilian morale?"

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Out at Sea, the Dyelli Beybian fleet had left the shores of Easterling. Next destination, Andorhol.

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Dashwood was fingering her pistol, "Do you have any women in your army Mr. Vassal?"

She gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry, please humour me. I'm thinking it could be beneficial if we smuggled your Princess out of here. She might not be entirely safe with some of the Klatchian factions, of course that depends entirely upon your definition of 'safe'."

The Dyelli Beybians for one had been kicking the idea of routinely executing the nobility in Parliament, but had eventually decided that that might not go down quite as well in Neo Tyr as it had in Dyelli Beybi, and the idea had been abandoned. Then of course there had been some of the ideas from the other States, which had not precisely gone down well in the somewhat feminist Cheka (which was over half female)...

"How many servants and office workers in this building by the way? And by that I mean would we be able to get an extra one out." she was staring straight ahead, waiting for the door to open.

To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From: Special Envoy Madrid Arden

It seems as though Vrak and the FKC have things very well in hand with regards to Neo-Tyr. I have been informed that the Naval Guard Fleet under Naval Commander Itxaad is being recalled, with the exception of Tactical Group Revenge, which will stay in international waters not far from the FKC, just in case and to get me close enough to fly to North Germania.

Hopefully I will have the pleasure of meeting with diplomats from the Glorious Kingdom again.

Princess Madrid Arden, Special Envoy of the Republican Council.

In Easterling, Levbo shook his head. "I've heard of insurgensy in Kyrall. That's a bit of a bad sign, Kyrall is on of the more liberal cities in Neo Tyr. God help you if you try to occupy the south. The natives don't take to kindly to strangers. Hell, they aren't to crazy towards us. We gained some points in their favor with Belda, but- oh, I'm rambaling, aren't I? Anyway, most news from Kyrall is by mouth or those crazy pirate broadcasts, so I have conflicting reports on the severity of the progress. But here, I've been trying to keep the insurgensy down."

After hearing the comment about baseball, Levbo couldn't help a laugh. "Yes, I do suppose it could help. I have to admit, even a casual fan like myself was creastfallen when the canceled the championship. The Cavaliers haven't won the cup for 69 years, and it looked like this was the year. I'll toss the idea over to the stadium, god knows they need it. Unemployment is at a high, we can even give some part time ussers for this, and I- ah, my apologies. I tend to ramble on." Levbo said, taking a seat.

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Vassal, who disliked elevators, had his hand gripped firmly on the handrail, and look to Dashwood. "Yes, we have some females in the service. Not as many as males, though. You want to sneak her out as a personell?" Vassal asked. Marimeta was a rather small girl, with a delcate fraim. It was rather risky trying to save her this way.

When he heard the comment on personelle, he put his hand through his hair. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Most of the government branches work here, sans the post. Even though we're occupied, I can see 3,000 at least, even with most of the branchs down."

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It would be a challenge for the fleet to enter Andorhol. Even though they were in a state of controled chaos, there were still ships coming and going most of the time. A major fleet really coulden't enter without throwing the order to the madness out the window, but a smaller detachments could very possibly work their way in.

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Ross Kajar left the Museum Neo Tyr with a heavy heart. The insurgents kicked him out, saying they would accept no other envoy. They were mainly poor men who had lost family and work because of this occupation. The police would make no assult on the building, because of the risk of damaging the historical peices.

"Ramble away." Cooper encouraged, "I want to know everything there is to know... on the baseball thing though, I know some of our troops are heading for other islands. We've got enough men out here to occupy six. We might be able to get something going between the six."

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The Dyelli Beybian fleet that was floating between islands, was just a detachment of transports with a light Cruiser escort. Nevertheless, (and despitethe fact that Vizeadmiral Collins was leading the detachment) they were conscious that ramming civilian ships was not a good look. Collins' message to the local authorities was more or less a straight copy of that sent to those in Easterling.

From: Vizeadmiral Collins, Dyelli Beybian High Seas Fleet
To: The Governing Body of Easterling
Subject: Surrender
In light of the recent surrender of Neo Tyr forces, Dyelli Beybi wishes to request permission to land a detachment of troops in Andorhol.We request billeting for 10,000 men. We hope this unfortunate phase of the war can be conducted bloodlessly.

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"I'll leave it to you." Dashwood nodded to Vassal, "You've probably got a better idea of what would work than I do...just remember, we don't have much time."

Patrol 18.B searching for any insurgent activity...

This was the standard patrol -- 20 Schultzpolizei Guards, 1 Unteroffizier. Except this time, they were supported by two of the heavily modified Germanian versions of the Leopard 3 Heavy Tank.

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After the modifications, it had been labelled the 'Leopard.M 3-IV Heavy Tank".

4" of extra armor had been added, along with 1.8" of depleted uranium armor, their engines' power greatly increased, a minigun in place of a machine gun, an extra minigun post added, and the main gun size increased to 148.3mm.

It was calculated that the tank had the capability to engage any given 10 standard main battle tanks, and destroy each without the Leopard being destroyed.

Indeed, North Germania's most powerful military tool was the tank, and over $800 billion went into tank development and research each year.

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The patrol marched down a main street within the city. Everything seemed to be peaceful until 4 RPG's and machine gun & assault rifle fire erupted out of a building about 50 yards from their position.

The Schultzpolizei ducked behind the tanks, and waited for them to fire.

Two of the 148.3mm shells slammed into the building, and all insurgent fire ceased as the side of the building collapsed.

The Schultzpolizei ran towards the rubble to search for any survivors...

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- N.G.

BUMP

Sorry about not being around... been busy. Can you give me a brief description of whats going on?I've got 10,000 troops in the Capital, but you sunk all my ships -_-.

OOC: Hogsweat, you dirty bastard, you're gonna start a war in the Neo Tyr Capital? That means all those little insurgent attacks I've been dealing with are going to turn into BIG insurgent attacks. Good luck with my tanks, though. :)

Ok, here's the situation, Hogsweaty:

Roughly 14,000 N.G. troops and various armored vehicles are in Easterling City. They've come under attack by rebel insurgents, blah blah. 10,000 more soldiers and a number of attack helicopters and tanks are being moved in to reinforce our positions.

Hirgizstan's forces are in the city as well, but have come under no fire.

I believe the city has a population of around 12 - 14 million.

After the most recent insurgent attack, Germanian Special Ops began a large-scale search and destroy mission for any insurgents. Some 1,200 ESPK Ops and Schultzpolizei Guards were mobilized throughout the district primarily under Germanian control...

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Patrol 28.C searching for insurgents.

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A giant of a man, member of the Schultzpolizei, after the arrest of three insurgents.

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ESPK Ops arrest insurgents.

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ESPK Ops on patrol.

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ESPK Ops arrest insurgents, after storming a building.

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The actions taken by Germania in the Tyrrian district were a huge success, with over 160 insurgents arrested, and over 3,950 kilograms of weaponry and explosives were found in various buildings and houses. Mainly I.E.D.'s, AK-47's, RPG Launchers, and various pistols were found.

However, as a surprise to Germanian intelligence officers, the following were also found:

Modern M-16's
AK-108's
Grenades
Military-grade C4 explosives
Blueprints of bridges and buildings in Neo Tyr
Uniforms
Modern RPG Launchers

And the most important piece of information found: entrance markers to the long-searched 'Under' of the city.

The map has been forwarded to Vrakian, Hirgizstani, Ilek-Vaad, and Dyellian forces in the area.

Operations in 'The Under' are expected to begin soon from North Germania.

Following guidelines of a new anti-insurgent policy, a curfew has been set in effect by North Germania of 8 P.M. Any citizens found outside their homes past the set hour, will be interrogated, and if deemed necessary, arrested for an indefinite amount of time.

North Germania has also released that there will be random house and building inspections, if deemed necessary.

Operation: Iron Net had been set in motion. However, with intelligence reports indicating that a large number of Hogsweat troops had entered the city, it was a necessary evil.

Tank numbers had also increased in the city. An additional 150 various Germanian modified Leopard class tanks had been shipped in.

Germanian intelligence is expecting a major attack at any time.

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Germanian Leopards enter the city.

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- N.G.

OOC: Someone should RP the Neo Tyr insurgents.

OOC: Short post. Sorry. I’ll get more things answered within a day or so. I though Neo Tyr would have the honour of being the insurgents?

IC:

In truth, the complaining by ordinary Neo Tyr citizens bothered the Vrakians at all. After all, they figured, if they are stupid enough to have some seventeen year-old woman child rule them that clearly lacked wisdom, then they are deserving of their fate. Still, the information was relayed via FKC channels to the Dyellian governor. In short, the Vrakians were preoccupied with military matters, such as rooting out insurgents. But some docks were now made available for the regular shipping traffic. Vrakian presence was quite noticeable in key areas and seemingly the Neo Tyr military, at least in this sector, was disarmed without incident. “Black Hawk” attack helicopters flew overhead like birds of death, casting their shadow on an uneasy populance.

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Major Iruk calmly looked at his watch and then at Justinian Hemlock.

“I would hate to reduce your building to rubble, but if these Hogsweatians don’t give themselves up, then blood spilled is on their hands, not mine.”

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The rest of the initial force that Vrak sent was finally unloaded. A small group of amphibious ships remained behind, but most headed back. They would be needed elsewhere. Accompanying them was the 3rd projection fleet but it transferred escort duties to a guardian fleet group. To the casual observer, it might seem that Vrak was reducing their naval presence in Neo Tyr, but actually the 3rd, after being restocked, was called to a new war theatre to render assistance to an ally.

Besides, anyone with satellites and ships nearby would notice a huge convoy of troop transports along with a six smaller-looking destroyer type vessels flanking two massive battleships. As well, some of the ships were carrying the ever-versitile Kravoli patrol boats which could even navigate rivers – thereby extending FKC reach into the heartland of Neo Tyr.

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The main airport was finally secured without incident. The bridge, being a prime target, was heavily guarded while the Arrow 2 system stayed on the more secure land opposite te airport itself. Neo Tyr air traffic controllers proceeded as normal, with Vrakian oversight.

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Word of the insurgents holed up in a museum unfortunately was brought to the attention f the nearest Vrakian infantry battalion and tank company which began to roll in that direction, keeping an eye out for snipers and booby traps. This Major was told to look for a certain police chief by the name of Ross Kajar.

To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From: Special Envoy Madrid Arden

It seems as though Vrak and the FKC have things very well in hand with regards to Neo-Tyr. I have been informed that the Naval Guard Fleet under Naval Commander Itxaad is being recalled, with the exception of Tactical Group Revenge, which will stay in international waters not far from the FKC, just in case and to get me close enough to fly to North Germania.

Hopefully I will have the pleasure of meeting with diplomats from the Glorious Kingdom again.

Princess Madrid Arden, Special Envoy of the Republican Council.

To: Special Envoy Madrid Arden
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

Thank you for your confidence in our abilities. We look forward to future dealings with you either via other FKC states or directly. May Bok's tusks guard you.

OOC: But Vrak! You made no mention of The Under. And we sent you the info as to where it is! Bahhhhhhh.

Intelligence had been expecting an attack from Hogsweat troops soon. They were estimating that the damage done to Easterling City would be most extensive. Their positions were also being compromised. Thus, over 4,000 Schultzpolizei Guards and 6,000 Reichswehr Guards were shipped into the city.

A large parking lot was cleared as a helicopter landing pad, and AH-64's were flown in from helicopter carriers near the island.

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NG AH-64, en route

- N.G.

The possibility of Hogsweatian action was noticed by someone else too...

Quietly, but quickly and efficiently, dozens of men and women wearing the distinctive white coats and red badges of the Macisikani Red Cross were entering Easterling City. Field hospitals were set up in parks and schools, while MCR personnel contacted the city's hospitals to co-ordinate their actions.

Without any fuss or complications, the MCR began instructing teachers, lawyers, university students, and the city administrators, in first aid.

Cargo ships ambled into the port, unloading tonnes of medical supplies shipped directly from Macisikan.

The MCR was predicting a large number of civilian casualties if fighting broke out.

Similar scenes were being enacted across Neo-Tyr.

OOC: But Vrak! You made no mention of The Under. And we sent you the info as to where it is! Bahhhhhhh.

OOC: It honestly slipped my mind. Check the FKC forums for strategy here.

Winter was quickly approaching Neo Tyr. It was getting colder out, and frost was apperaing on windowstills. It wouldn't be long untill it snowed heavily in the north and the midlands.

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From: Ronald Valley, Head of Neo Tyr Food Distrobution
To: Vizeadmiral Collins, Dyelli Beybian High Seas Fleet
Subject: RE: Surrender

Very well. If you wish to dock, we will clear block D for you. With all fue respect, we wish that you do not interfere with the food distrobution at this time.

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The proverbial timebomb in Kyrall kept ticking. The Neo Tyrinians were very adverse to the "damn outlanders" and the occupation had not been the most respectful of operations on both sides. Yet the curfew was pushing it. Kyrall was a modern metropolis, and slapping a curfew on millions of, before the war, rather well off urbanites was not very sucessful. There were even rumors of the outlanders attacking the Government Building. Of course, this provided kindling to the outrageously patriotic undercity broadcasts. Normally they would be preceived as anit-government nuts, but with a commen enemy, major news sources down, and disgrutled countrymen; they were starting to be precived very literally. They would need to be delt with swiftly, one way or another, or the insurgensy might just gain some converts.

Of course, nothing could stop the Tyrinians from being stubborn asses. Kyrall International still refused to open her doors, leaving thousands of tourists and buisnessmen stranded in the occupied land. Whenever an innocent man was hurt, even if he was asking for it, they were idolized and used as reasons not to trust the overseas meanace. Through all of this, Ross Kajar stood at the Museam Neo Tyr, awiting the "damn outlander's" arrival.

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Levbo paced over to the window, "I'd advise you not to head south. The ethnic group that lives there are the Hakiri Natives (OOC: Think Polynesian). They don't take kindly to outlanders, and despise you, I'm sorry to say. There would be little chanse of winning the peace with them..." He said gravely.

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Lance Vassal was about to say something when the elevator made a light 'ding' and the doors opened. The room that was revealed was large, it had a table to the left and a large window to the right. Standing in front of the window was a girl holding a small dog. The girl was young; she had a small frame and was short. She also had red hair, a bit of obscurtiy in Neo Tyr. Vassal aproched her and kneeled. "M'lady..."

The girl turned and her sorrow ridden lit up. "Lance! Please stand! We were so worried! We feared you dead."

Vassal stood. "You flatter me with you attention, M'lady. Now," He said, his vocie taking a formal tone, "This is Commisar Dashwood from Dyelli Beybi." He said, gesturing to Dashwood.

"Ah, yes," The girl said, "Alow me to introduce myself. I am Marimeta Cicily Llamnian, House Sister to Great House Llamnian, and Princess of Neo Tyr."

Troops began to land on D-block, but back on the fleet Collins was not so impressed by the food story, "I don't like it." she growled, folding her arms belligerently, "This is probably part of the rebel movement. I want someone to randomly swoop on ships are out of harbour and over the horizon, then send in a Skua (OOC: EW ship, can scramble radio among other things) to stop them and search the holds for weapons."

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Cooper shrugged, "I'm afraid that kind of decision is completely out of my control, although I will relay the information to my superiors."

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Dashwood herself saluted, it was there in her eyes, the reason O'Booze had been skeptical of her, she quite obviously wasn't happy about bending knee to anyone, she at least sounded respectful when she talked though, "Forgive my lack of formalities highness, but in approximately 10 minutes the Vrakians are going to storm this building. Now information I've been sent from Parliament, indicates there are plans afoot to marry you to some decrepid Alconian baron."

She risked a sideways glance at Vassal, "I'm hoping though that the good Fleet Commander has cooked up an ingenious way to get you out of here."

What O'Booze hadn't realised was the real reason they had sent Dashwood was precisely because she was so young. They figured she might be able to relate to the Princess.

!!!!!OOC:!!!!!! Dyelli, Vrak, & allies. Entrances to The Under were found during ESPK Op raids on insurgent base locations. I was hoping some of you would work with me on making some kind of action.

IC:


As more troops arrived in Kyrall, 4 more Operations Bases had been established out of abandoned buildings. Sandbags and watchtowers had been constructed in the front of the buildings, and The Schultzpolizei & tanks were constantly patrolling the bases.

The winter could be felt moving in on Kyrall. Luckily, the temperatures in the Summers in North Germania never got much above 16.8 degrees Celsius, and in the Winter, temperatures could drop as low as -34.2 degrees Celsius. Thus, all the soldiers were nearly inured to cold.

News of the Tyrianns being irritated at the curfew was not a surprise. However, if the Reichswehr was to sustain few casualties, it was a must. Tanks were patrolling the streets more frequently. The sheer intimidation of having nearly indestructible tanks bearing the Germanian Cross roaming the streets of Kyrall greatly reduced any insurgent attacks; though of course they were still occuring, just not towards any tank patrols.

Having demonstrated their power -- collapsing an entire building with two shells -- the population realized that an insurgent attack against them would be suicide. It would take actual artillery, tanks, or bombs to destroy the tanks. The fact of the matter was, that Germanian tanks are impervious to any sort of anti-tank device - especially the unfortunately weakly-designed RPG Launchers - besides a few missiles from a TOW launcher, or certain anti-tank missiles launched from tank destroyers.

The truth was, if the insurgents were to have any kind of success now that the 4th Panzer Korps (the most prestigious and the best & strongest tank division of Germania), they would have to begin finding very clever ways to assault the camps and bases from whence the tanks came. However, doing so would be just as difficult, as the tank camps were guarded by tanks.

Unless...

The Hogsweat army had supplied insurgents with tanks, helicopters, or artillery.

Even still, tanks were the backbone of the Reichswehr, and every measures were taken to ensure their strength, development, and survival in all situations...

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King Leopard-II MBT parked in Panzer Camp 12 in Kyrall.

(Excuse size of picture. I couldn't edit it and get it to upload.)

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Reichswehr Guards in combat with Tyrrian insurgents, outside of Kyrall.

- N.G.

Bump

The Neo Tyr sports stadium had become the hub of all COH military operations in the conflict. The rather large car-parks outside were filled with row after row of Armoured Humm-vee's, LP-M8 Light Tanks, and LAV-25's.

The underground car-parks were used to store fuel, ammunition and house some of the Soldiers. Today the stadium was a buzzing as a Detachment of Marines were arriving. A formation from the 6th Heavy Marine Division was landed ashore with M1A3 and M5 (ARSB's ST-21 NGBT) Tanks. Cobra Attack helicopters also began to land in the car-parks outside.

From an upper tier of the building two Oakley wearing SF guys stared down at the arriving Marines. After watching noncholantly for about 5 minutes they turned and after two arriving helicopters shut down they began to chat.

"I see those ESPK guys found what we're here for."

"Did RAT-1 (Recon and Assessment Team 1) not go with them."

"As far as i know they were with them, we're due for a briefing today i think, we should check the timetable to see. I expect the ESPK guys will want a chat before they send the rest of us in to see whats with this thing."

"You think we'll get to use the stuff?"

"Dunno, its possible, but this Under thingy could run below where we stand, and it will certainly have vents, so it either means we won't use it, or everyone here and all the rest will have to break out the NBC stuff quick-smart."

"I'd say we'll be seconded to the RAT teams and we'll go for a CS gas entry and then we'll take if from there, i'm sure the North Germanians are planning something, they seem eager enough."

The two soldiers walked into a large doorway and down a flight of drab concrete stairs.

OOC: Awaiting your plans NG...

-COH-

The Alconian Fleet still stood outside the Barren Ring of Neo Tyr. However, they had begun to land forces on one of the larger islands just inside Neo Tyr.

As for some of the other problems the Alconians had begun the tasks of putting back together the water borne infastructure of Neo Tyr.

Elsewhere a delivery of trucks was made to Kyrall. Trucks with large receiving antennas were being delivered to the city to help track down pirate broadcasts.

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The officer in charge of the Neo Tyr museum "problem" was informed that he should meet a "Commander Sybl" at the docks tommorrow morning.

The NH-90 transport hovered over the Hirgizstan-controlled stadium. Inside were two High Commander of the ESPK. They sent a message...

Request permission to land. We have come to discuss investigation of The Under. We have forces prepared to enter. All entrances have been physically located. Awaiting your confirmation to land. Over.

- N.G.

In the Bunker at the edge of the pitch an Officer with large earphones listened in to the NH-90 Helicopter crew request permission to land. An NCO controlling the system sat to the right of him, waiting for orders on what to do.

"The Car-Parks outside are full at the moment. Have him land on the field, tell him to watch on his entry, he could rail into the seats if he catches a strong cross current. Ok, Permission to land, tell him where-to."

The NCO pressed a send button and told the crew to land the NH-90 in the Sports field.

-COH-

OOC: I'll post later on, too tired tonight.

OOC: I had troops in the palace, if I remember right. A company, in fact. With General Bridges. the other units are spreadout all over the city in major locations:
Radio Stations
Police, Fire Departments
Hospitals
Schools (Children and teachers have been ejected beforehand - we aren't terrorists)
Supermarkets (Ditto as Schools)
If you think this is wank then I can change it if you want... but there is really no other way. As soon as it was heard that the Tyrian government had surrendered most of the troops would have garrisoned themselves in such buildings. Actually, there are only about 1200 troops - 20 companies. Changing the number is sorta wanky, but is more realistic.

IC:

"Are we ready to broadcast corporal?"

The corporal fidgeted nervously with the radio, and replied.

"Yes, everything is ready General"

"Excellent, make me on air"

The radio broadcast was sent all over the city, so that every radio in the city that was tuned into a news frequency could hear it. A direct copy was sent to the radio station's Hotel Company and was also broadcast from there.

Bridges coughed, and began.
"This is General Peter Bridges of the Hogsweatian 2nd Guards Airborne Division, speaking to the rightful people of Neo Tyr and their fascist invaders from the Federated Klatchian Coast. I am speaking to inform you that a Hogsweatian surrender is not a choice - we shall fight to the death against the fascist foe!
I hereby demand that all Klatchian forces in the vicinity surrender their weapons to a nearby Hogsweatian Army Post and turn themselves in to myself, as General of the 1st Army Corps. Failure to do so will result in death for all Klatchian soldiers.
We shall give no mercy to Neo Tyrians that believe they can betray us, the liberators of your nation, to the fascist pigs that now corrupt your streets, rape your women, and steal your food. Any Tyrians that are caught in the pay of these dogs shall be executed at once.
Thank you."

As the message was broadcast, all companies, Alpha through Socialist, cocked their rifles and took up defensive positions in their quarters of choice. With a resounding clunk, bayonets were attached and the men of 1st Brigade, 2nd Division, 1st Army, prepared to engage the enemy at close range in a hostile environment. This is what they lived for.

OOC: Since that's 20 companies, that's 20 places they could be: If there's more than one than there are more than one company there.
1.) Palace
2.) Radio Station
3.) Airport
4.) Airport
5.) Fire Station
6.) Police Station
7.) 1st Hospital
8.) 1st Hospital
9.) School
10.) 1st Mall
11.) 1st Mall
12.) 2nd Hospital
13.) 2nd Hospital
14.) Factory
15.) Factory
16.) Sports Stadium
17.) Sports Stadium
18.) 2nd Mall
19.) 2nd Mall
20.) Cinema

The message was passed to General Grippen, head of all forces in Kyrall.

General Grippen: So, we're all going to die? Heh. Ok, set all defenses on high. We will not strike until we have communicated with Hirgizstan and Vrak on the issue. Send a message...

Encryption Max:

Message to: Vrak, Hirgizstan; Kyrall
Message from: General Grippen; Kyrall

We have received threats from Hogsweat that if FKC and allied forces do not surrender, they will attack. Truthfully, exactly how many forces could they possibly have in Kyrall?

I want your thoughts and a plan before any kind of attack is made.

The message:

"This is General Peter Bridges of the Hogsweatian 2nd Guards Airborne Division, speaking to the rightful people of Neo Tyr and their fascist invaders from the Federated Klatchian Coast. I am speaking to inform you that a Hogsweatian surrender is not a choice - we shall fight to the death against the fascist foe!
I hereby demand that all Klatchian forces in the vicinity surrender their weapons to a nearby Hogsweatian Army Post and turn themselves in to myself, as General of the 1st Army Corps. Failure to do so will result in death for all Klatchian soldiers.
We shall give no mercy to Neo Tyrians that believe they can betray us, the liberators of your nation, to the fascist pigs that now corrupt your streets, rape your women, and steal your food. Any Tyrians that are caught in the pay of these dogs shall be executed at once.
Thank you."

Your thoughts?

MESSAGE END.

- N.G.

Message to: North Germania
From: General. Norman H. Steel, Commander Hirgizstanian Military Forces (Neo Tyr), CHMC (Commonwealth of Hirgizstan Marine Corps)

We also received the same pathetic threats over our radio. In fact i had to personally tell several radio operators to stop laughing at the time.
I remember the remarks of an M5 Crewman 'Sir, do you think we'll be back for lunch?' - General Grippen, it seems i could not have put it better myself.

Our stadium has a healthy supply of 50.cal machine guns, 80-120mm Mortars, a battery of 150mm Howitzers and numerous tank roadblocks for a 1/2 mile radius, all in all we're tucked up pretty tight here.

We have AH-1Z Super Cobra Helo's ready to begin launching attacks, and more Harriers, JSF-35M's and Cobra's on the Marine Assault Ships out to sea. The Marine Force Recon teams are lining up to go on Search and Destroy missions.

All in all i say we wait for them to get stupid, we'll catch them on Satellite or the Neo Tyrians will turn them in once we get the ransom posters up-

100,000 USD for reliable info, is this good or should we up it a little, make them sweat you know?

Anyway, we'll wait and see for now, if they attack they'll die and we'll attack back until all 1200 of them are dead.

MESSAGE ENDS

-COH-

Message to: General Normal H. Steel
Message from: General Grippen

Indeed, the humor of it all was outstanding. We have over 6,000 soldiers in Neo Tyr and over 500 tanks. Our attack helicopters number around 35 - 40. As well, we have fighter/bombers in carriers outside of Kyrall.

I say that if they do attempt any attack, we combine our helicopter strength and turn them all into coffin material. I can launch a fast tank strike. However, we have no artillery in the city. Yours would be quite useful. Also, your mortars.

I suggest also that our infantry work closely together. As in, we should begin searching all buildings probable to housing Hogsweat soldiers.

We should look for anything suspicious -- empty school or hospitals, vacated buildings, etc.

- General Grippen

- N.G.

OOC: I know the Geneva Conventions, etc. don’t exist in NS, but hospitals are supposed to be protected buildings; you don’t send troops into them for any reason. Occupying hospitals makes them a legitimate military target and really pisses off the Red Cross (because they can’t use them).

IC:
To: General Bridges, Hogsweatian Armed Forces
CC: MCR HQ, Alaad, Macisikan
From: Director of Operations, Macisikani Red Cross, Kyrall Zone

Sir, although we appreciate the tactical issues that you must consider, I must ask you and your soldiers to vacate all hospitals and medical facilities as soon as possible.

Your continued presence is a direct hindrance to our operations in Neo-Tyr and I respectfully remind you that we promised to do our best not to hinder you. However, in hospitals and the like, to put it bluntly; we were there first, and while you remain in those buildings, we cannot use them, not even to treat your men.

Your co-operation in this matter would be greatly appreciated; both by ourselves, and by those we will have to treat in the impending conflict.

Her Majesty and Her Majesty's Government wish to state that at this time the Star Empire will remain neutral in regards to this conflict. As such, we formally request that our embassies in the nations of the Klatch be respected and treated with proper accordance by all parties in this conflict.

Sincerely,
Duke Adrian Sterling
First Minister for Her Majesty's Foreign Affairs

OOC: Figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

OOC: Sorry for not posting lately…

IC:

Major Iruk calmly looked at his watch.

“Hogsweatian troops. You have five minutes to surrender to Vrakian forces,” he barked into the megaphone.

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The latest new from Hogsweat was received. Fleet Admiral Killamo threw down the paper in disgust.

-Send this message. Broadcast it and make sure those pakrahs ever get a chance to do this again.

In a few minutes, another message was sent out. Since Vrakian forces did control most, if not all the media outlets, it would be hard pressed for Hogsweat to counter.

People of Neo Tyr. This is Fleet Admiral Killamo of Vrak. Hogsweatian troops are outnumbered and outgunned. We give them one last chance to surrender to superior FKC and allied forces – else the following destruction falls on their heads. They are desperate since they they show that they are willing to kill your own countryman to prolong this conflict.

Hogsweatian forces. You have one half hour to fully surrender all your troops in Neo Tyr. After that, may Bok have mercy on your soul because I will not.

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Encrypted – MED- VHHC/fleet protocols 0298303
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To: General Grippen
From: Fleet Admiral Killamo

Hogsweat forces have one half hour to fully surrender. If they don’t, kill them all.

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Encryption Max

MESSAGE BEGIN

To: Fleet Admiral Killamo
From: General Grippen

That is confirmed, Admiral.

MESSAGE END

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Tank & infantry assault groups were being prepared.

20 tanks and 85 infantry to each group. They were being mobilized to every main road. Since they would be primarily fighting infantry, machine guns and miniguns would account for 2/5 of all infantry weapons.

On the smaller roads, groups of 45 infantry and 10 Jaguar Tank Destroyers were assembled.

The attack helicopters were readied, and waited for orders to attack...

- N.G. -

MESSAGE (Secret IC)

Message to: Gen. Grippen
From: Gen. Steel

Yes, our Artillery, Infantry, Air and Armoured element's frequencies will be passed along with this Telegram. They change every 24 hours to avoid being listened to if the Hogsweatians have that sort of tech. We'll keep sending you them.

You can use our Artillery independantly of our forces, call if you need it. I say we should race to the airport with about 20 Tanks each. I'll be using 10 M1A3's and 10 M5's. There'll be a support troop of 2 AAAV's, 2 LAV-25's and 2 LAV-300 (AA). Once we get the airport we can ensure nobody gets in from Hogsweat or anywhere else and we can ensure a safe drop-off point for additional forces.

We should also begin using recon choppers to scan buildings. We have 2 OH-58D's at the Stadium right now and they're scheduled to go out today.

Should we wait for the deadline and then kick off to the Airport?

MESSAGE ENDS

-COH-

Major Iruk blinked at he heard the Fleet Admiral's broadcast. Then his comm tech picked up the ringing phone.

-Yes, yes. Right away sir.

The tech then turned to the Major and said,

-We are ordered to give them one half hour to surrender starting now. We also have gunship support and fighter bomber support if needed from the fleet.
-Very well.

The Major then picked up the bullhorn again and bellowed,

"Hogsweatian forces. By orders of Fleet Admiral Killamo, you have one half hour to surrender. After the deadline has passed and if you did not surrender, may Bok see your souls in the Strange."

Bump for Hogsweat.

Office of the Chief Director, Operations Centre, Undisclosed location

The Chief Director of Operations for Neo-Tyr took a swig of coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste.
"Bloody idiots..." the figure on the other side of his desk, a deacon in the powerful Maciskan Orthodox Church and the liaison between MRC and the government in Macisikan threw the report from Kyrall onto the desk in contempt, before continuing his rant; "How in the name of the Almighty do they expect you to help if they go and do the one thing guaranteed to hinder?"
The deacon threw himself into his chair and glowered at the report, detailing the Hogsweatian deployments that were proving to be a major organisation headache.
The Chief Director sighed.
"You know what our problem is? We give a damn."
"I know."
"So the poor sods in Kyrall will simply have to make do... for now."
The deacon looked up, meeting the Chief Director's eyes.
"What of casualties?"
"We all knew the risks, we all accepted them, and mostly got guarantees of safety." the CD replied.
"I know. And you are doing humanity and God a great service. But you can't help people if you're six feet under."
"Hmmm... you have a point."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"What we came here to do. We will aid the civilians of Kyrall, and, unless they give us shit, we'll help the combatants as well."
With that the CD bent his head over his desk, beginning to fill out the orders to the necessary people, while the deacon stood, and started to leave the room, pausing in the door.
"Oh, and Chief Director, I don't know what the reaction will be back home. But I can tell you; if we start racking up a body count, then what Macisikan giveth..."
"...Macisikan will taketh away." the Director finished, not looking up.
The deacon nodded, and left.

OOC: Sorry about the delay, I'm here now. Moving right along...

IC: Deyile Beyabi arived in Andorhol with little problems. However, it was one of the busiest cities in Neo Tyr, so it was rather difficult to set up home base. Andorhol would probably have little-to-no resisitance, providing the food distrobution would continue without much intervention.

Also, any patrols stoping food ships found no weapons whatsoever, only food. The rebels really coulden't take control of the food distrobution, the company who ran it was very pessimistic on the future of soverignty in Neo Tyr, and wanted to make sure if the Crown fell, the outlanders would continue to allow Andorhol to monopolize the food industry.

Also, a young lady told Vrak that there were forces from Hogsweat hold up in Gilbert Trisken Mall, a rather large indoor shopping mall in downtown Kyrall. Because of it's close proximity to other large building, altilery fire might not be the best approach. She felt horrid, but times were tough. Her husband was killed on Sarcobess, and with the massive economic bust that had replaced the boom had got her laid off her job. A rather common story of these times.

((OOC: Just to make things easier, can we say that the tip was givin before the 30 minute ultimatum?))
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Tedwards "Dead-Eye" Crooks was in the Museam Neo Tyr, which had became the unofficial headquaters of "The People's Army of Neo Tyr", the title the insurgency adopted. Dead-Eye was looking over some papers of the outlander 'super tank' thant was being rolled around. It did not look good. "Huh. Thick armor on dat one. Don't look like stickybombs'll break it," he thought aloud.

He leaned back in his chair, a thousand-dollar antique that he had 'Claimed for the People' when he tossed the owners of the Museam out. Truth was, the insurgansy was being less than respectful to the artifacts in the building, but why would they care? They were heros in the peoples eyes. And besides, if he lived and the outlanders left, he could auction these dusty old parcels for a living. He lit a cigar, it's smoke dulling the historical papers on the wall. As long as he lived, life was good.

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In the Government Building, Marimeta took the news quickly, thought for a moment, and nodded. "I understand. I know what to do, Lance." She said.

Marimeta quickly went in a room, and there was a bit of a tearing noise, then some shuffling. When she re-entered the lobby, she looked very different. The ornate white dress was gone in favour of a sweater and jeans. The ornate jewlery was gone, the makeup as well. She looked just like a normal teenager, and did it all in a bit over three minuets. "I was told by Justinian what to do, Lance. We'll take the emergancy elevator to the undercity, and we'll work from there. There isn't much time, now hurry." She said and pressed a small button on an end table. A part of the wall slid open to reveal an elevator, which she got in and gestured to Vassal.

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In Easterling, Levbo solemnly nodded. "Alright. That's all I have to say. Do you have any questions, Mr. Cooper?"

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Ross Kajar stood brooding at the Wharf District in Kyrall, waiting for this Sybl to meet him. He idly daydreamed on the hot shower he was looking forward to when he got back to the Kajar Temopary Housing, and he was rather cold now.

North Germanian command in Kyrall was just waiting for the order from Vrak to strike.

Forces would link up with Hirgizstan, and they, along with Vrak, would operate together to beat the Hogsweatish threat in the city.

The ultimatum from Vrak had been delivered, and it was only a matter of time before North Germania would mobilize an attack force, which had never been done in the city of Kyrall in its entire occupation partial by North Germania.

Anxious. Eager. Merciless...

- N.G.

(OOC: Welcome Back)

"Yes." Cooper nodded, "Just one. I don't know exactly how long we're going to be here, so is there anywhere we can billet... we'll pay obviously? Oh also, is there anywhere handy to here I might be able to rent as office space for myself and the Cheka agents deployed with us?"

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Dashwood looked a little dubious about the lift, but followed Vassal anyway, "Are you sure I'm not going to get shot on the spot down here?" she asked, "I'd get out quickly too, the Under's going to be crawling with Klatchian Special Forces as soon as they get organised."

OOC: Short post. Sorry.

IC:

With the arrival of the first Raider fleet, the 2nd and 4th New Type One fleets began to depart for Vrak. The huge grey Aerius carriers silhouette against the calm sea belied their true nature for they didn’t see much action due to the surprising quick surrender. But, more reserve troops were still arriving and Killamo’s own fleet, along with the 1st and 2nd Old remained.

Kravoli patrol boats were now being launched and began to patrol around the Kyrall island.

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The Major calmly looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes to go.

OPEN MESSAGE TO VRAK/NORTH GERMANIA
RE: Strike?

As we can see things are hotting up. We have some intelligence about where the Hogsweatians are, a Mall, i guess you copied the same?

Anyway, i have inbound JSF-35M's and Artillery zeroed in to level the mall. Civilian casualties, we predict, will be low, if any at all. The JSF's will use 4 procision strikes and if the spotters don't think its done then we'll bring down some Arty.

Of course, we don't want to go ahead without your permission so we're asking for it.

(OOC: Neo Tyr: Is that Neo Tyr People's Army thing like a secret IC, i.e. we shouldn't or couldn't know about this People's Army from Satellites and intel gathering etc etc?)

-COH-

OOC: You should know most of whats happening, Hirgizstan. Hostages and capable information gatherers could get the news to you. Remeber, the government is grudgeingly working with you, desprately trying to save itslef

IC: Kyrall would be a bit hard to navigate through, however. It was a metropolis, with skyscrapers and high density apartment buildings. It would be hard to get tanks mobile throughout the city, as there were still LOTS of cars and sharp turns. But it very well could be done, but the outlanders would need to work carefully.

The Tyrinians were getting even more irritated with the Klatch. They rather disliked outlanders in the first place, and the damned forigners were putting up curfews and patroling their waters, and it looked more and more likely it might not be temporary...

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In the Easterling Capitol, Levbo watched the snow lightly fall outside the window. "If you're looking for a place to set up, the Muse hotel is about to go out of buisness. They'll probably let you buy it. It's rather large, you can turn the parking lot to a base of operations, and there are confrence rooms for offices. It's a rather nice hotel, pity it can't survive..." He said, walking back to his desk.

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Marimeta smiled. "Don't worry, Commisar Dashwood. They won't fire in my company. I'll keep you safe." She said, pressing a button in the spartan elevator, sending it down.

Vassal was curious. "Hmm... the Rose operates from the undercity. What do you mean by special forces? I think that White fellow told me about the Cheka." He said, butchering the pronounciation of the work

"Many thanks Governor." Cooper smiled broadly, "You've been a great help in this, I really hope this little meeting can help to crack the ice with the locals....oh just one last thing, is there a Catholic Church in town? Somewhere the Senior Officers might be able to go on Sunday."

"I've heard the country is full of prodders." he added, with a slight laugh, just to let Levbo know he joking and not actually trying to insult Neo Tyr's religion(s).

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Dashwood shrugged, "I don't know exactly, they won't be Dyelli Beybians anyway, we don't even have a propper Special Forces unit yet, although I am trained and experienced in 'Unsupported deep penetration, small team, jungle warfare' and I am going to be transfered to the newly formed Special Forces unit when I get back to the Motherland. The existance of this Under has been discussed in National parliament, and I know some Keys have come forward with some fairly radical ideas as to how to deal with it."

She shrugged, "I'm not 100% what's being planned, I've been out of touch since we left the plane, although I'd suggest getting out of th Under as quickly as possible is a good idea. We don't want to end up being trapped like rats in a barrel."

Apparently Dashwood was as close as you got to 'Special Forces' in Dyelli Beybi. She seemed uncertain whether she should have her pistol out or not, she kept touching the holster, "So what's the plan anyway?"

She was looking at Vassal now, she seemed to be expecting him to come up with some amazing plan to get them out of trouble.

North Germanian command in Kyrall was not too concerned with the state of the city. They would announce to the public when the strike was launched, and to get anything they wanted kept in tact out of the streets.

If cars weren't moved, the tanks would just run them over. And if the streets couldn't successfully carry a mobilization of tanks, then cluster-bomb warhead Tomahawk missiles would just be dropped on any enemy targets.

As well, the helicopter presence was something to be reckoned with.

They only waited on Vrak's command to strike...

- N.G.

On the elevator, Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamnian turned to adress Commisar Dashwood. "Well, Commisar, the undercity is hard to fully trap one in. There are hundreds of exits. Most were used during construction, they lead to many dead ends, and rather unsafe. Others are air vents, which feed outside. We wont be trap-" However, she was cut off when the elevator suddenly stoped, and seemed to head sideways.

Vassal turned to Dashwood. "We're on floor 28. The Government Building has a very unique elevator system, certain ones can change track. We're heading to the Under track, which I belive is the only functining one at this time." He put his hand through his hair. "As for a plan, we'll just try to get out of Kyrall. It's not safe for the Princess. Not many patrols are in Hamapuri and Dronor. We could even get by in Nochior, accoring to the news around here. Getting out of Kyrall, though, the Rose will get us through that."

Marimeta then took over. "Well, Commisar, we still have a little while longer. If you have any questions, I will be happy to answer them."

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In the Kyrall Aquarium, Richard Sostice checked his watch. The emisaries from the Klatch should be here by now. Didn't Hemlock give them that news? That was just like Hemlock, depressed fool. Solstice sighed and tapped his foot idly.

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Levbo gave a small chuckle. "Yes, we are mainly a Prodastant nation, and there is the Hakiri Polytheisim for the natives. But I do belive the Church of St. Judocus could fulfill you're requests. It's seen better days, but it's still a nice, small, historic site."

The Church of St. Judocus was a small chruch in Easterling, and was popular as immigrant sailors would tend to pray there for aid in their sailing.

Dashwood seemed vaguely surprised by the question. In truth she had been expecting se'd be getting the once over herself, after all, you weren't supposed to be trying to help people who had effectively invaded you...

"I've got two." she replied, "Firstly, why did you surrender to Klatch so readily. Klatch isn't some nice democratic State, it's a conglomerate of warmongering Fascists and expanding Empires. They're like hyenas around a carcass, all squabling for a bit of Neo Tyr."

Evidently she didn't hold her fellow Klatchians in particularly high regard, she also didn't mention that she thought it would have been a better idea to surrender directly to Dyelli Beybi. Dyelli Beybi at least respected the Geneva Convention, "The second one is a bit broader, I was hoping you could give me an overview of the socio-political situation in Neo Tyr... but before you do, I'm assuming you're wondering why I'm here?"

She glanced at Vassal momentarily, "In the Cheka, we know Neo Tyr is going to be absorbed into Klatch, however we'd much rather Neo Tyr were a full State itself, rather than a colony of a conglomerate of States. Why? Because we feel Neo Tyr made a very grave mistake on backing the Tzarist insurgency, we also feel though that Neo Tyr was acting out of a somewhat misguided sense of honour. We want to help Neo Tyr out of it's current situation, and in return we are hoping to gain an ally within the Federation to help counteract the growing power of States such as Alcona and Hubris. Basically, we're trying to show you we're definantely the 'lesser of two evils'."

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Cooper nodded, "Thanks."

He clapped his hands together, "If it's a bit run down we might be able to see if we can fix it, it would give the troops something to do anyway."

"Thanks for your time Governor, it's been a pleasure, I might actually pop on down to the Church now and say hello to the Priest."

OOC: I'm leaving for vacation on sunday.

IC: In the elevator heading towards the Kyrall Undercity Civic Center, Marimeta listened the the Dyellin Commisar's first question. "To minimize civilian casualties," Marimeta replied. "I looked over every demograpic, and every one showed Neo Tyr falling in defeat. I knew if we fought, they would break into the eastern cities of Easterling and Hammer Bay and put them to the torch. And of course, by then surrender would not be an option, as no force accepts a surrendur when they near their prize. I was actually going to surrendur to that other nation, Ilek-Vaad, I belive. But when buisness took me from the negotiating table for a few minuets, I returned to find them missing. It seems like their envoy came for formalities. To summerize, I didn't want unneeded deaths from both my soldiers and my people."

Marimeta listened to the second question as well. "Well, Neo Tyr is a rather isolated constitutional monarchy, rather large. Polticaly, there is the monarch who rules. Right now, even though I am the princess and in therory the ruler, my gaurdian, Richard, holds all the power of the crown. We have a 51 member parliment, which is currently out of session."

Vassal took over for a moment, "However, unofficaly much of the political power lies in the eight 'noble' Great Houses; Vassal, Haart, Kajar, Dart, Hemlock, Trisken, Llamanian, and Seabrook. House Llamanian is almost dead, however, as a terrorist attack 13 years ago killed the king, Serge Llamanian, and all other Llamanian retainers, sans Marimeta. The nobles Damian Haart, Grant Dart and Robert Loire are currenty captured by the Klatch."

Marimeta nodded slowly. "We have essencialy two ethnic groups, the cacuasian 'colonisits' and the polynesian 'natives', properly called Hakiri. Neo Tyr has been blessed to recive very little ethnic violence, and the Hakiri were even absorbed into the nation with practically no bloodshed. As a rule, most natives live south of the island of Dronor."

When Marimeta heard the final bit of news, she seemd unphased. "Yes, I suspected as much. Although it would be rather foolish to try to take Neo Tyrinian land, I knew your... allies would try as much. I can assure you, if your nation can somehow save Neo Tyr, they would recive all the support within your federation that we have to offer-" She was cut off when the elevator hit the ground and stoped. "Right, here we are..." She said, starting to head out the door. Vassal nodded and followed.
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Levbo nodded. "Alright. Take care heading back, the roads are icy and slick..." He said, sitting at his desk and he started to look over some papers.

Surrounding the government building

Major Iruk spoke into the megaphone again.

“Hogsweatian soldiers. You have one minute to lay down your arms and surrender to Vrakian forces. Neo Tyr citizens and military personnel. Come out now and you will be escorted away from this zone. If any Neo Tyr citizens or military personnel fire upon Vrakian troops we will respond with defensive fire only. The one minute begins…now.”

He put down the megaphone and scanned the building. He then turned to the Vodnik driver with Hemlock and said,

“Get him out of here now.”

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The lastest information from the Neo Tyr citizens regarding Hogsweat soldiers had a patrol sent in that area. The Tyrinians were informed that if indeed the information was proved reliable then a large cash reward 100 000 kronors (convertible into any currency they chose) would be paid.


OOC: Okay. We'll be here. Merry Christmas everyone. :)

Hauptmann Großer: "All helicopters prepare to engage!"

As the Hauptmann shouted the order, the sounds of helicopter engines starting up filled the parking lot in which they were housed.

45 Germanian attack helicopters lifted off the pavement and began to approach suspected Hogsweatish positions.

Two "spotter" helicopters flew to and hovered over Vrakian positions, and waited for them to fire. Once they did, the attack helicopters would begin their assault...

- N.G.

15 AH-1Z Super Cobra attack helicopters lifted off from the Stadium and split into groups, beginning their pattern toward suspected enemy positions.

On the ground nearby soldiers readied the Howitzers and Mortars, while others manned checkpoints and barricades, ready for a counterattack. Tank and IFV engines roared to life and began to move into their starting positions, shaking the ground around them as they moved.

Out in the ocean 6 JSF-35M Attack aircraft roared off the deck of the HNS Boxer, heading for Hogsweatian positions at the mall.

-COH-

Secret IC, I suppose: "Dead-Eye" Crooks was in the Museum Neo Tyr, more specifically the wing that housed perhaps the most important artifact of the nation, the original statue of Decius Seabrook- Leader of the Revolutionary Forces and the first king of Neo Tyr. Statues were well liked in Neo Tyr, one could hardly turn a city block in the old town of Dronor without bumping into one, but this was a special piece. Made by the great sculptor of its day, the statue was a grandiose symbol of the revolution. Made of pure marble, wielding a sword in one hand and the constitution in the other, the raw emotion in the statue moved even those who hated art. And that was why Dead-Eye was in there.

Dead-Eye himself was a rather striking when standing adjacent to the statue. He always wore shades of black, his suit being very comfortable and never restricting movement. His frame was limber, his deft movements made him fast and agile. However, his face was the largest factor in his image, specifically his eyes. One was ice blue. It was very cold, a hardened glare emitted from it. It had the merciless look of a murderer in it, on who knows no pity, one who kills in a business like and mechanical fashion. It alone was rather intimidating. To the right of it. however, was a closed eye, with a scar running down it. That eyelid never opened, and the contrast of the two made Dead-Eye a man to be feared, and that was just externally. His exploits were many, far too many to list in this paragraph. Needless to say, however, he had seen his fair share of bloodshed. Standing there, he heard footsteps behind him, and turned to recognize the presence of a lieutenant of his, who gave a brisk salute. "Lord Crooks," he said formally, "I bring word on the outlanders."

Dead-Eye nodded slowly. "Yes," he replied, "What of it?". His voice was cold and harsh, adding to the aura of dominance most people felt when they met him.

"It seems they are going to attack the Hogsweatian forces with a joint helicopter/tank attack force. Your command, my Lord?"

Dead-Eye cast his harsh gaze on the messenger for some time. "We can not allow our allies to be quashed like that," he said, reliving the pressure of silence from the messenger. Dead-Eye was known to kill the messenger. No pun intended. "I want you to get the men who know how to work the Stingers in the skyscrapers. If they see a helicopter, they will shoot it down. As for tanks, I want the weapons we plundered from the depots and the gifts from Belda to be used against them. Yes, I know they have strong armor," He said, replying strictly on how his lieutenant’s facial expression changed, "But if we get the larger weapons out, it should pierce through most of them. You have your orders."

The lieutenant bowed quickly, "Yes, my Lord, as you will". With that, he quickly made his way out of the statue room and into other parts of the museum. Dead-Eye turned and looked at the statue. Fret not, 'o great kings of old, he thought, I will slaughter the outlanders like the vermin they are. I will stand for the ideals of the revolution. I will cast out the foreigners, their blood staining our shores. I will restore Neo Tyr. I will be the next king!

(OOC) For now I'm just gonig to assume things in Easterling are going along smoothly. If you want to throw a spanner in the works go ahead.

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"We're not a nation." Dashwood corrected, "Klatch is a Nation, we're just a state. Like Texas is a State of the USA... except we have a little more sovereignty than Texas. More like Dubai is a part of the UAE. As such there are certain limits as to what we can and cannot do, without backing from the President, who is coincidentally the King of Vrak... you're wrong about waiting to surrender though, war is a very unprofitable enterprise. I think you'll find if you bloody the enemy enough you can convince them to go home. Especially if you offer a suitably large amouth of money. "

She was fingering her sidearm again, as the lift stopped, looking nervous, "May I ask what your plan is to do once you get out of the under?"

She followed Vassal out of the lift, glancing about. She looked on edge, as if expecting enemy soldiers to come swarming in on the small group at any moment.

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Back in Cyro, certain members of the Cyro Metropolitan Police were being loaded onto flying boats. Their destination was Kyrall. Apparently someone in Dyelli Beybi didn't think the Klatchians were doing a very good job.

OOC: Forgive me for the short post and numbers. I’m trying to keep my papers straight. As well, if memory serves, I have a battalion of tanks there (44 T-90, 21 AA systems [Tunguska] and 21 AT systems [Shturm])

IC:

All that remained within Neo Tyr was one old type projection fleet (headed by the VNF Boarhunter) and one projection fleet utilizing the massive Aeris class. The rest of the Vrakian fleet elements, including all the submarine hunter killers made their way back to their home ports. Well, almost all. Two hunter/killers, the 1st and 2nd hunter/killer fleets remained, reducing the total to 12. The 1st Raider fleet also remained along with the 50 Kravoli patrol craft.

Aboard the King’s Sword, Admiral Killamo looked out at the city of Kyrall. He happened to glance at his old ship, the Boarhunter, which he served during the Dozle war and further back as a young man when Vrak hosted an incarnation of the world court. Back when, he mused, Vrak itself was idealistic and opening up to the world.

The naval reorganization was still going on, and with the recall of the ships set for overhaul along with the new Frunze-class battleships on line, the navy stood to be dramatically more robust.

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Kyrall

“Fire!”
The T-90 tanks surrounding the government building where the Hogsweatian troops were housed and refused to lay down their arms opened up a volley. Infantry crouched, warily scanning the building and prepared to charge while snipers were tasked to pick off any hostile that fired on the troops. But the orders showed remarkable restraint.

Elsewhere in Kyrall

Wherever the Vrakians were, either on patrols on land, sea or air, the alert status jumped to the highest level. Troops were now ready for a bloodbath, should it come to it. Efforts to actively search for Hogsweatian positions were stepped up and protection plus a large cash reward was granted to any civilians that came forth with valid information on Hogsweatian positions.

It was time to cleanse Neo Tyr of the annoying Hogsweatian presence.

Vrak

More troops and equipment were loaded up onto large troop carriers. It was anticipated that the conflict could get ugly. Vrak was, however, determined to stamp out any lingering outside hostile forces from Neo Tyr.

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Encryption – MAX – VMHC protocols 90810 – FKC and allied forces – route complete
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To: FKC and allied forces
From: Fleet Admiral Killamo

The time has come to cleanse Neo Tyr of the Hogsweatians. Fire at will, but take care not to harm Neo Tyr civilians and Neo Tyr military personnel. However, if your troops are threatened, then take appropriate defensive measures.

If Hogsweatian soldiers surrender, then treat them as POWs.

Dyelli Beybi was unusual in that it still flew flying boats as airliners. The five that took off, carrying police officers each carried 100 troops, and were civilian, 'Dyelliflot' planes, although they were flying under escort from several Mirage 2000s. Midflight refueling would be needed for the fighters, but the oddly shaped airliners wouldn't.

The 500 men and women onboard were made up of 380 Metropolitan Police, 100 from the Armed Offenders Squad as well as 20 Cheka officials. Theoretically the mission was led by Assistant Chief Constable James Albert, one of the Metro, while the Cheka contingent was led by Commisaar Alexia Baldwin (ranked Inspector) while the AOF was led by Chief Inspector Frederick Walker.

The three were on the same plane and had taken the opportunity to discuss what they were flying into, "Looks like a bloody shambles to me." Walker had remarked morosely, "A warzone, not really the place for police officers."

"Stop complaining." Baldwin had snapped at the higher ranking AOF officer. Technically she was his junior, but being Cheka gave her some leeway, "I'm sure it's not that bad, anyway your guys are better trained than the army, they have nothing to worry about."

Walker gave Baldwin a dirty look, like many Commisaars he was convinced she had been picked more on good looks than any real qualifications, "You'll note Inspector that the Vrakians are going in with armour to root out rebel groups and Hogsweatian troops. In my opinion this city is the place for the military, not the police. They're sending in police rather than military to make it look to the people at home that the situation is more under control than it is."

The Commisaar's eyes flashed dangerously, she seemed about to rebuke Walker again, when Albert stepped in, "Right that's enough from both of you." He was older than either of the others and felt he had outgrown inter-departmental rivalries a long time ago. When we land we're going to get in contact with the Vrakians, as far as I know we're the first Dyellians in Kyrall, then I will send one of my senior officers to search out the local Chief of Police and we can start sorting this mess out."

He paused for a moment, making sure his comment had impacted on the minds of the other two police officers, "Clear?"

They both nodded.

For miles around the artillery barrage could be heard, the M198 155mm Howitzers and 120mm Mortars charged up into the sky, their muffled explosions were barely audible to the soldiers standing outside the stadium.

The tanks were still at the start point, awaiting the go-ahead from the North Germanians.

The lead Cobra Helicopter was 7 Klicks from the mall, reporting nothing but smoke in the distance.

Overhead 4 JSF-35M Aircraft roared in, dropping 1000LB "Can Opener" guided munitions into the mall. Two other JSF's broke formation before the Initial Point heading for a nearby factory, dropping their munitions directly through the skylights.

Two OH-58D Kiowa Warrior helo's skipped quickly along below the Cobra's, coming up on the mall to give a BDA...

-COH-

The 1st Bombard fleet currently in New Shiron was formally ordered to disband and was then subsequently reorganized into the newly created Bombard Type II fleets. Each Hamas-class battleship split and now became the command ship of each Type II fleet. The 4th Old was also formally disbanded, its assets diverted to the new bombard fleets. All that remained was the 6th New type I projection fleet, soon to be disbanded once the situation in New Shiron settled down. The sailors aboard the projection, bombard, and hunter/killers though of their comrades serving in Clairmont – namely the 3rd Old, 3rd New, and 5th New.

In Neo Tyr, the carrier group commanded by Admiral Killamo had its own lone Hamas reassigned to home port to be replaced by a Frunze battleship. The 1st Old would also sail out with the Cry of Abandonment once a new projection fleet arrived. The High Command felt it necessary to maintain two projection fleets in Neo Tyr – just in case. Once the exchange took place, the 1st Old would henceforth be called the 20th projection fleet.

The 21st New Type II projection fleet, consisting of a single Aeris-class carrier and the newly built Frunze-class battleship named, mockingly enough, Tyr’s Fall, steamed towards Neo Tyr with its accompanying escort. An extra Frunze was also visible.

Some new names for the battleships were thrown about. Of course, there was a formal procedure to follow, but names like Blood Drinker and Optimum Strength were leading candidates.

10 AH-64 Attack Helicopters circled around a school barricaded on the ground.

A pilot spoke over a megaphone:

"Hogsweatish troops inside, this is your last chance to surrender. Do it, and you will be saved. Do it not, and you will all die."

A large ground force was supporting the helicopters - 16 Fuchs 2 IFV's and 45 Reichswehr soldiers. The soldiers were ready to storm the building at any moment.

A Hogsweatish soldier emerged with a white flag on his assault rifle. Though hesitant about this surrender, and the Hogsweatish forces never before surrendered.

As a group of 15 Reichswehr soldiers approached, Hogsweatish soldiers burst out of the building and began firing.

4 Reichswehr soldiers were killed, while the rest took cover.

As the Fuchs 2 IFV's opened a barrage of 55mm cannon fire and minigun fire at the entrance to the school, the attack helicopters had to dodge incoming RPG's.

They let loose a flurry of Hellfire missiles and 20mm cannon fire on the school.

The Fuchs 2 IFV's shot off TOW missiles, in attempt to damage whatever structure-bearing elements inside the building.

Heavy machine gun, anti-tank, and assault rifle fire came from inside the school from Hogsweatish soldiers.

2 AH-64's were struck by RPG's, and slammed into the ground.

The building was quickly becoming riddled with bullet holes and burn marks.

Parts of the school were on fire, but the Hogsweatish soldiers remained fierce in their resistance.

Oberfeldwebel Gränzel: "To all Hirgizstani forces: begin immediate attack on all Hogsweatish positions! Repeat: Begin attack on all Hogsweatish positions!"

The Reichswehr soldiers were firing their guns almost non-stop...

- N.G.

"Sir, Thermal Imaging suggests that all persons inside target were neutralised. We have 20 in the basement, and it looks like the heating system blew up on them, we're getting a lot of fire signature down there. There's another 32 bodies on the ground level, toward the back, non-movers. All confirmed bodies have dwindling signatures, we're confident that no one is alive, but we advise sending in some Marines in case. This is Snake Eyes, we're signing off for a fuel run."

Back at the stadium the order came through and the column of armour began to roll. They would move as one, 15 M1A3's, 15 ST-21 NGBT's, 10 LAV-25's, and 10 AAAV's filled with Marines. First up was the Hospital, followed by a check at the 1st Mall, then on to the 2nd Mall, ending up at the Cinema.

Bump

OOC: Alright, all, I'm back from vacation (Which was just what I needed around now). On with the RP.

IC: Dead-Eye had set up his headquarters in the Conststution Wing of the Meuseam Noe Tyr. The long room had various panels decribing the document, how it was made, fun facts, all that you would need to know to get a vauge understanding of the work the constitution did in the nation. Dead-Eye was not in himself, but his runner was exchanging information with another memeber of the resistance. "So, the outlanders have started the assult on the city?" The runner asked.

The other member of the insurgancey nodded. "Aye. They've sent lots of units to attack Hogsweat, but not as many towards us. They're there, but they seem to have been putting a far greater emphisis on Hogsweat."

The runner grined. "That'll be their downfall. Now, are the people set up?"

The other insurgent nodded. "Yes. They are all in place."

The runner nodded in return. "Good. I'll tell Lord Crooks. For Neo Tyr.", he said, making his way to the Statue Wing.

The other insurent returend to her duties, "For Neo Tyr..."

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The insurgancey was, for the most part, ready. Dead-Eye was no fool, and he was able to set up forces even with the Klatch in occupation. Even though there was an occupation, Kyrall was a metropolis, and Dead-Eye knew it well. He knew the back allies and how to make things blend in. For the tanks, he set up limited TOW and Javalin missiles put on trucks around the city in areas that were rarely checked and the weapons were covered in tarps (Which, in turn, were covered in snow). The weapons were plundered from millitary depots throughout the city, mostly before the Klatch arrived ((OOC: I could of sworn one of my characters remarked there was plundering of supplies...)) For the air, there Stinger missiles put in the skyscrapers in the metropolis. With all the businesses folding in Neo Tyr, there were several abandoned rooms where they were set up. Also, a counterattack against the buildings could endanger civilans in lower floors, which would inrage the populace. The people at the ends of the weapons were well trained, many were once in the armed forces. They awatied only the word from their leader to strike the outlanders where they stood...

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On a more peaceful note, Fleet Commander Vassal, Marimeta Cicily Llamanian and Commisar Dashwood had arrived in the Kyrall Undercity Civic Center, which was rather empty. Vassal waved off Dashwood's questions and went on. "Where's everyone?" he asked, as the rather busy Civic Center was empty.

Marimeta pondered. "I'm not sure- Uncle Raash!"

She was cut off by an elderly man walking towards them. "Well, well, well," he said with a sage like smile, "Little Marimeta! And young master Vassal! What brings you here? And who is your friend?" He said, gesturing to Dashwood.

Marimeta smiled broadly, "It's good to see you, Uncle Raash. This is Commisar Dashwood to Deyille Beyabi. And I am in danger, and need to escape Kyrall."

The old man nodded slowly. "I see. I am sad to hear that, Marimeta. I'll contact a member of the Rose. He'll be here soon."

Vassal turned to Dashwood. "Commisar, my I introduce you to Raash DuVaul, Magistrate of the Kyrall Undercity." He said, gesturing to the old man.

OOC: Kyrall is going to crumble.

OOC: Neo Tyr, please see the OOC thread.

Dashwood extended her hand, she hoped they shook hands here, "It's a pleasure." she smiled pleasantly, "May I suggest Sir that you also consider getting out of here? I don't imagine this is the safest place right now."

She waited for a reply before looking back to Vassal, "What's the Rose?"

Secret IC: The small room was quite sparse, basically just a concrete box, and dimly lit, if it wasn't for the bank of screens, computers and electrical equipment that lined one side for about a quarter of a mile.

The biggest military base in the Legionnaires colony, although controlled by the Colonial Army and the Colonial Air Self Defence Force (CASDF), was also home to the third largest Space Command Base, which was 5 miles underneath the ground level base. Half of the COH's Military spy satellties were controlled from here.

At one non-descript control station a Captain was furiously going through footage from Kyrall. He had been going through the same footage for over an hour before his hunch had been confirmed, it was a 'blink and you've missed it' moment. He keyed a mic on his station and asked for the Neo Tyr Theatre Controller to report.

The TC arrived within 5 minutes, a Colonel, he wore black, grey and white MARPAT with Space Command insignia, coupled with Special Forces tabs on his right arm. "Colonel, i was monitoring the city yesterday and the Weapon Auto Sensor clicked on and recorded something. Now at first i thought it was a glitch, there appeared to be nothing on the footage it had screened. It was at the National Musuem, well near to it. Of course, this thing has never gone wrong before so i watched the footage frame by frame, and you can make out a Munitions box, assault rifles i believe, being carried by what looks like two civilians. They appear to have come out of the museum."

"Ok, Captain, good work, is this all or is there more?"

"Funny you should ask that but i thought i should check out the surrounding buildings, there's no video footage, but i used motion and sound scanners to pick up anything, i managed to get this:

*Male Voice 1: "they seem to have been putting a far greater emphisis on Hogsweat."

** Male Voice 2: "That'll be their downfall. Now, are the people set up?"

***Male Voice 3: "Good. I'll tell Lord Crooks. For Neo Tyr."

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"Right, Good Work Captain, truly excellent, we may have something here. Now listen to me, Command will want to level that building if they suspect there's something going on, now i don't believe in being hasty so i'm going to be sneaky about this. Keep your Station on that position and monitor the chatter, record everything. I'm going to get the stations beside you to monitor sectors, these 'people' could be nothing more than people collecting for Charity, but it would be pretty out of left field if it wasn't something military, so we need to keep an eye on this. I'll be back in 2 hours to see whats up, then we'll make a decision, carry on."

-COH-

SECRET IC:
The Colonel walked back to the station with two plastic mugs full of coffee. He set one down beside the controller and took a swig of the other.
"Anything new Captain?"

"Nothing new, something old maybe?"

"Something old? How do you mean?"

"Well i dug around for recordings for the past two days and i got Lt. Kitts and Captain. Douglas to scan their AO's for weapons and heat signatures over parts of the city along the planned aerial and ground attack routes. My AO barely covers the attack and i found nothing of value, but Kitts and Douglas found some strange things. Here's the footage."

The Captain tapped a few keys on a separate keyboard at his station, a screen rose up from the upper level desk to the side of the main Satellite Controls. The Captain continued to mash the keys and the screen went blank, jumped a few times and then produced a Thermal image of two city blocks.

"This is from Kitt's Sat sir..." The Thermal image showed 4 separate blobs of white heat against a blue and dark blue background, where walls and streets were only just visible by the darkest blue lines. "Notice these concentrations of heat...and now magnified..." The screen changed, the blobs became less clotted, they began to form, magnified again the Colonel could clearly make out the shapes...bodies...live ones. "Kitts recorded some footage at this magnification..." The screen began to move fluidly showing the people moving around, walking and sitting down. The screen stopped and the captain turned to the Colonel, "Douglas recorded more of the same in a separate area, the footage was shot in what the Legionnaire Peacekeepers say is a deserted area, they said everyone fled a while ago. Now they could be families returning to their homes, but look where each one is, they appear to be on the highest floors at the windows and are gathered usually in one room in groups of 2-4...what do you make of it sir?"

"Its interesting but very troubling. We simply can't make a decision based on this, if it wasn't a Peacekeeping Operation then we would order a strike, but the Marine General out there will have to do a recon mission before they make a decision. Nevertheless, we should keep an eye on it. Pass all your info and a report to the Neo Tyr TC a-sap. If you get anything new alert me immediately, but apart from that i'm afraid the call is not ours to make."

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2 hours later, in the Stadium at Neo Tyr:

The Marine General in Command of COH forces in Neo Tyr scanned the brown manilla file carefully before laying it on his desk and picking up the field phone beside him.

"Get me Major. Anderson."

"Anderson? Good...listen to me. Space Command has passed me some Sat intel about possible enemy positions around the area of attack in Kyrall. I know you've got two Kiowa Warrior helo's out there so listen up. I need you to run a recon mission into this area *gives co-ordinates*. This could be a hot area but the Legionnaire Peacekeepers say it was deserted, but i don't need to tell you how stuff changes. Get in, do the recon and get out, nothing else. Send one helo to each position and make sure you keep two Cobra's free so they can assist if things go south."

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Normal IC:

The Small Kiowa Warrior Recon Helicopter swooped in over the neighbourhood, the small round dome above the rotors scanning for anything and everything. The pilots could only hope the Peacekeepers were right.


-COH-

The Hogsweatish soldiers inside the school had stopped returning fire.

Oberfeldwebel Gränzel: "Well, they stopped firing. I see at least 30 dead soldiers on the first floor. They couldn't have had more than 250 soldiers in there. This is a small school. And the building is in ruins."

He then spoke over a megaphone...

Gränzel: "All units pack up and move out. Something doesn't feel right here. We will return to base with our dead and wounded, report enemy losses and receive new orders. Leave this school burning. Los!

The Germanian Armored Column and helicopters moved back towards home base...

OOC: There's not likely to be too many abandoned areas in Kyrall, as it is a very large, densely populated city.

Secret IC: Tedwards "Dead-Eye" Crooks was uneasy. He never really was at peace, as an assasin it was part of the job to never truely be at ease. A leiutenant carefully entered the room he was currently in. "M-m'lord Crooks? Are you well?" He said cautiously.

Dead-Eye, who had his gaze at a wall, didn't move. "I have a bad vibe."

"A-a bad vibe, m'lord?" The lieutenant inquired.

Dead-Eye nodded slowly. "Yes. I feel like... Hmm... I've been here too long. Been taking too many risks.", he said, making his way to the door.

The lieutenant steped back upon seeing Dead-Eye's advance. "Do you need something, my lord? I would be happy to-"

"I'm going to Nocior. There are less patrols there. Have Randulf take over here. Give the word to start attacking patrols our men find. I'll hop a ferry to Andorhol." He said leaving. Dead-Eye was not one for long goodbyes.

((Normal IC, now)) The lieutenant sighed, but then walked to the phone and dialed it to a small, local raido station and requested them to play Beethoven's "Moonlight" Sonata. That was the signal. The peices were set. The players were ready. The game had begun.

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IC: And so, the insurgancy started her opening moves. The main target was the Germinan forces heading through a rather large city street, who were already halfway through. Three insurgants fired Stinger missiles at the helicopters, positioned high upon the Packardi Insuranse company building. Packardi was still in operation, the insurgants reacently rented two office spaces and secrety set up there in the wee hours of the morining. The insurgants then sprinted to a different floor, unknown to the Germinans. A borded up cafe was suddenly broken when the borded window was thrown off and two Javalin missiles shot out, aiming for the weaker tanks North Germiana possesed (Even though the weaker ones still were rather strong). There were still insurgants around, but they had not made their entrance yet...

(OOC: Cheers for the info, i didn't actually mean large swaths of the city being deserted, you didn't really specify so i took it to mean a few city blocks, but noticeable nonetheless, especially to thermal imaging satellites.)

"We have missiles away, i repeat missiles away, 4 Klicks and closing, requesting Aerial support A-sap."

"Roger Hawkeye-1, do what you can with your rockets, two Cobra's are on their way, ETA 2 Minutes."

"Roger Command, we've got North Germanian Ground units engaged down there, i can hear their chatter over the radio."

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(2 and half minutes later...)

"Hawkeye-1, this is Snake 1-1 and Snake 1-2 inbound from your six, acknowledge, over?"

"Roger Snake Lead, i'm about to engage targets, smoke trails are visible from the targets, one appears to be the Packhardi building, its still used so don't fire unless you have a target, more missiles were fired from a ground floor building thats boarded up, we'll stay on station and monitor to give you targets, watch out for Friendly ground units, North Germanians are on the ground."

"Hawkeye-1 thats a roger, you can disengage, we'll take it from here."

The lead cobra rose up and fired a single TOW missile at the cafe, it struck just above the 1st florr and smoke billowed out from the ground floor, the roof had collapsed. The Germanians continued to fire at two broken windows in the Packhardi building while some civilians came running out of a fire escape, screaming and running for cover. The pilot of the second Cobra scanned the building through his FLIR.

The FLIR's green screen showed the third floor where a window was being broken by someone or something. The pilot couldn't identify if it was a civilian trying to get out or an insurgent. The window was left alone and a flash of fire was seen followed by a streak of light that plowed into the North Germanian positions in th street. The pilot quickly keyed a button on his stick, "Snake 1-2 going to guns, target third floor", and he opened up with his 30mm Canon on the 3rd floor window. The short burst seemed to bring a lull to the chaos....

Meanwhile, the armored column had suffered damages. Three tanks and two IFV's had been disabled, and one APC had been totally destroyed. Nineteen soldiers had been killed and two more helicopters had been downed.

Gränzel reported the attack to General Grippen at home base. Upon receiving the report, the General was furious.

General Grippen: "Filthy scum! Commander, organize a .50 caliber 15-member sniper team. Send reinforcements. Search every building. I want every insurgent executed in public streets.

Send 15 Fuchs 2 IFV's, 50 Reichswehr Guards, 18 Dingo APCs with HOT missile launchers, 12 Leopard II-A MBT's, and 10 Leopard 3 Modified Heavy Tanks.

Send a message to Hirgizstan immediately thanking them for their support. We'll need it.

Kill every last one of those insurgents."

"This is Bravo Company, Hirgizstanian Marines, we have 6 tanks, 2 LAV-25 IFV's and 5 AAAV's with 8 Marines each, requesting permission to join North Germanian Forces?"

"Bravo Company, Hirgizstanian Marines: Permission happily granted."

The two Javalin stations were effectivly crushed, the teams having permature deaths buired under mounds of meterials holding the roof together. They expected no less. Their lives had been ruined, losing family and assets to the invasion. While almost everyone in Neo Tyr was feeling some pressure from the outland occupation, the one's hit hardest were the people joining the insurgancy. If they were to have their lives shattered, it was better to go out in a blaze of glory for the motherland. Even though this ment more money in compenstaions to the Neo Tyrinian government, who was already on her last legs.

Almost all outside investments in Neo Tyr had dissipated. The tourism industry was dead and buried, along with Kyrall International. Most citizens belived that three nobles, Grant Dart, Damian Haart, and Robert Loire were dead. Finaly, the ever looming depression replaced the boom, and hit all inside investments hard. This was looking to be the twilight of the old Principality, and most of the citizens blamed the Federated Klatichan Coast and help a deep, bitter amnoisty towards them in almost all regards.

But let us return to the subject of the insurgent's ambush, shall we? Two other windows burst open and fired four Stingers at the new hellicopters and the ones of North Germina. What looked like a few homeless people in a small ally turned out to be insurgents, and ran to a concealed Javalin launcher covered by a tarp and fired at the Germians. Surprizingly, most Pakardi employees stayed within the building, not wishing to run into a combat zone. Any killed would most likely be fuel for the insurgant's fire.

((OOC Recap. Grant Dart is with Deyillie, Damian Haart is with Alconia and Hubrits, and Robert Loire was that poor soldier the Germians abused way back when. Nobles are very important to the people.))

Destiny’s Fist – outside Kyrall

-Admiral. We are getting reports of increased insurgence activity.
-How goes the battle at the government building?
-Ah, Major Iruk is continuing his assault.
-Launch fighter bombers if required. Patch me through to General Kuril.

Kyrall

General Kuril, commander of the Vrakian ground forces set up his command post within a sturdy building near the docks. That area was abuzz with activity, as even more heavy equipment was being unloaded. Patrols consisting of IFVs and APCs were constant but the scheduling was irregular, so any counter activity would be hopefully thrown off. The city of Kyrall itself was under curfew and citizen’s movements were restricted. Weaponry and ammunition dumps were stripped and moved to waiting Vrakian ships. In essence, disarmament of the military and police forces is the general plan.

Once the deadline passed, his job got a whole lot hairier. This occupation business was not going according to plan, or at least how he would do it. He secretly cursed the Dyellians for dragging their feet and wondered where their so-called Privy appointed governor was. He was supposed to win them over, while he, the general, carried the big stick.

If he had to level the entire city, he would. Either with his tanks and artillery or with the naval guns from the battleships. He sighed and informed all the current patrols to be vigilant for insurgency attacks since North Germania was encountering some resistance. He also contacted the other allied forces to keep abreast of what was happening.

Other efforts were made to secure R&D facilities and to plunder any and all technology that Neo Tyr had that Vrak may find useful.

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Meanwhile, the good Major Iruk was continuing his assault. The tanks roared with HE shells as they slammed into the government building. No quarter would be given to any Hogsweatian troops since the surrender deadline passed. Tyrinians, of course, would be quickly deported out of the war zone as safely as possible unless they tried some dirty tricks of their own.

From: Dyelliflot Flying boat CFB165920
To: Klatchian Ground Forces
Subject: Dyelli Beybian Kyrall Contingent.

Dyelli Beybi is sending a contingent of 500 Police under Assistant Chief Constable James Albert to Kyrall in order to help in establishing law and order in the city. The Assistant Chief Constable's rank is the equivalent of a Major in the armed forces, understanding this to be a joint effort between States the usual rules of Seniority will apply.

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The planes skidded across the surface of the water. Albert closed his eyes, he never liked water landings. It was over thankfully fast as the planes came to a stop in the water. Then the propellars started up again, navigating the planes towards piers, which they had decided looked like good places to dock. The Cheka had a plane at the airport apparently, they had been monitoring radio communications between the States and sending it back to the Dyelli Beybian forces. Things didn't look too rosey. In fact, they looked like a right shambles. Reports from Easterling indicated things were peaceful.

"Bloody hick Northerners." Baldwin snorted, voicing the though that nearly all of the Dyelli Beybians had been thinking, "They have no sophistication, no finesse. It's just straight out with the guns and bang away."

"Have you slept with one?" Walker asked tactlessly. He was probably trying to bait his female companion, but she didn't rise to it.

"Now you come to mention it..."

"Alright!" Albert cut the Commisaar off mid-stream, seating himself between an AOS and a Cheka official was never a good idea, and the flight had really jangled his nerves. He'd never realised there were quite so many points to argue about. It all stemmed from the fact that both Departments regarded themselves as the Elite among the police. In theory the Cheka were meant to be the Brains and the AOS the Muscle, but in reality they doubled up quite a bit, which in recent months had led to growing rivalries between the Departments.

Baldwin unbuckled her seatbelt and stoop up, despite the fact that the plane was still moving, she stretched her back, smoothing out her uniform, "So from what I can figure out we're here to try to straighten some of this mess out, using as Felix put it, 'Cooper diplomacy'."

"Softly does it." Albert agreed. The boat stopped. Baldwin hurried to the front door immediately.

"What are you up to?" Walker asked suspiciously, the Commisaar looked eager to be off.

"I'm going to wander, unarmed mind you, into a dangerous neighbourhood of town." Baldwin replied, "Where I will promptly be captured by rebel forced."

"You're off your bloody rocker." Walker replied scornfully, "You'll be shot."

"Nonsense." Baldwin grinned, "Pretty young girl like me, it would be such a waste."

The Cheka seemed to recruit a large number 'pretty young girls' to do it's field work. It was probably Klatch's only Police department where more than half were women, "Anyway I'm an officer, I'm worth a good ransom. Of course, I'm not going in for that reason, I'm going in to negotiate, and I'm figuring this is probably the only way I can get in without being shot."

Albert smelt something fishy going on here, "I never heard anything about negotiations." he frowned, "Cheka going above our heads again?"

Baldwin nodded, grinning even more broadly, "Of course Guv. Wouldn't do it any other way."

Albert sighed inwardly, you just couldn't trust the bloody spooks, "Take care of yourself Alexia."

"Yes." Walker chimed in, "I'll miss all our erdite discussions if you end up getting yourself killed."

Alexia Baldwin was silent for a moment, in ruth she was touched that the two Senior Police officers seemed to care what happened to her, "Thank you Guv, Fred."

With that she vanished from the plane's now open door.

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An hour later a young woman in her twenties was seen walking through the unpatrolled portions of the city. In many ways she looked much like Chlarissa Dashwood who was several stories below her right now. She was fairly short and slender, with the usual delecate Dyellian features, jet black hair and big brown eyes. She looked completely harmless and was completely unharmed. She also seemed to be unhinged. She was unarmed, unescorted and wearing a foreign uniform. It was field grey, with a black collar on the shirt, a black hat band and similar coloured black peak. She wore a grey skirt, that came down to about mid-calf. The only colour on the uniform were the rank insignia - picked out in blue.

When she was quite certain she was being followed, Alexia Baldwin stopped, and without turning around, put her hands on her head. It was, she hoped, a pretty clear sign she wasn't planning anything hostile, and just wanted to talk.

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Meanwhile beneath the earth, Dashwood was still hoping someone would explain what the 'Rose' was. She suspected it wasn't a flower.

(OOC) I think you might have missed my last post for the 'under' this is just a little bump for it.

(OOC: I'd just like to say that this RP is shaping up to be very interesting, and well written by all...especially compared to another situation i'm in right now.)

"Snake 1-1 Going down, Mayday, Mayday, dual Stinger Impact, Co-Pilot not responding, Snake 1-1, going in hard..."

The Cobra Attack Helicopter spun violently into the side of a nearby building, creating a massive fireball that seemed to echo for ages in the chaos of the raging battle, there would be no survivors.

"Command, this is Snake 1-2, Snake 1-1 is down, repeat Snake 1-1 is down. Four Stingers were fired, two at each of us, i'm on the ground with my TAC-3, Co-Pilot is alive. We saw the missiles coming and couldn't evade so we crash landed in a street and bailed, the missiles destroyed the helo. We need co-ordinates, street name is unknown but we are somewhere near the North Germanians, please advise over?"

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The battle was in full swing when the Marines showed up. Two Helo's had just gone down, smoke plumes were everywhere, debris from Germanian Armour littered the street.

"Marines, listen up, i wan't a clean sweep, we have two aircrew in the area, Alpha Squad, link up with the North Germanians and sweep the area, use the Armour for cover. Bravo Squad, don't dismount but lock n' load in case Alpha need you. Liuetenants Baxter, McShane and Shifter, take your LAV's and find the pilots, check both crash sites and report in at each, destroy anything sensitive, you know the drill...now move out."

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Secret IC:

"Colonel, fighting has broken out in another part of Kyrall, looks like a couple of ambushes in the same area. The TC wants to know if there's any more info from the museum, there isn't though."

"Well Captain i don't think it will matter anymore, he's told me there's a strike underway, the Marines are angry at the loss of one of their Helo Crews, looks like the General there has ordered the museum to be flattened."

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-COH-

Dr. Johan Vasard, one of at least a thousand Macisikani doctors dispatched to Neo-Tyr, hurried after the young foreign lady.
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" he called, but she didn't hear him.
The doctor slowed, puffing. He was too old and too tired to run after people anymore... he stopped, and tried to catch his breath.
Ahead, the woman stopped, putting her hands on her head.
The doctor looked up, but was distracted by a tinny ring from his pocket.
His beeper; he pulled it out and cursed in Macisikani, English and Gaelic.
Code Two. Imminent arrivals. Life-threatening.
He cast a regretful glance at the young woman, still paused in the street with her hands on her head.
Screw it. She was upright, and as far as he could see, wasn't bleeding.
But they needed him at the field hospitals.
He turned and walked away, and so missed what happened next.

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Smooth and efficient, the MRC had taken over the management of several of Kyrall's hospitals, daubing large red crosses on the buildings, and bringing as many of the trained locals as they could to help.
Tonnes of medical supplies, still stamped with "PROPERTY OF THE GOVERNMENT OF THE HOLY IMPERIAL KINGDOM OF MACISIKAN" and bearing their Secretariat of Aid seals, were stacked in neat, orderly rows throughout the buildings.

In the harbours, other ships flying the Imperial Ensign waited to unload more supplies, while back in the Empire proper, the Secretariat of Resources signed out several more kilotonnes of medical supplies from the massive stockpiles.

In several parks, some auditoriums and theatres, and in at least one school, feild hospitals had been set up; the MRC was planning for the worst.

Beds had been cleared of everyone but the most fragile of patients.

All they waited for now was for the casualties to start coming in.

They wouldn't have long to wait.

In the distance, they could hear the sirens of the ambulances bearing the casualties, civilian, Klatchian, and possibly insurgents, closer to the waiting doctors.

Alexia Baldwin had made a major tactical mistake. She had not entered insurgant controled area as she thought, but the local grounds of the Fontis Tong, the Neo Tyrinian orginized crime syndaciate. Perhaps organized crime was too good of a word, they were more like a street thug gang that had become rather large. There was no sophistication to them, no culture, just brutish violence. However, they were an important group in crime nevertheless. From everything from petty theft, to drug and slave smuggleing (Although slavery was legal in Neo Tyr, there were several proceadures one had to go through to get slaves. The Tong didn't care for the red tape).

One of the Tong was consulting with his partner. "Look!" he said in a harsh whisper, "It's a outlander. Looks important."

His partner furrowed his brow. "And why would she be alone here? Use your head, Cassius! She's obvioulsy part of some dirty outland trap!"

"Shut up! The boss'll give me a fortune for her head. Damn, man!" The first man said. He approaced the Commisar with a wicked smile, weilding a metal pipe.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A walrus? A barbarian? A sand rat? Whatever ya are, I'm going to make quite the mint on your head." He said walking towards Baldwin.

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There were three more Stinger Missle shots from the Pakardi building, however these would be the last. Two more Javalins shot from the shadows at the Germinans. At that point any inurgants remaining sprinted from the act. Even if the Germinans persued, it would not be likely the could catch many alive. Although the soldiers had better physical condioning, this was the insurgant's city. They knew it inside and out, and most had been avoiding the police in other shady occuriances. It was still midday in Kyrall, so the curfew was not in act, and this was a very key road in Neo Tyr. There would be little to no restriction there.

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The government building was starting to shake. Employees were trying to get out desperatly, which would be expected. It would be highly unlikely they would try something fishy, as the government was working with the FKC in the spirt of forced compliance.

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In the Under, Magistrate DuVaul gave a soft chuckle. "My old bones ache. And besides, if there is risk to the citizens of the Kyrall Undercity they leave before I." He said with a smile. He picked up a cellphone and called a number while Marimeta turned to adress Dashwood.

"The Lavaian Rose is our secret service. You might have seen one, they're in black and currently installing the fear of God in any would-be looters. They say no one knows the back paths of the cities like the Rose, most come from... seedier backgrouds, but are unwaveringly loyal. We'll be able to get out if we one escorting us."

Baldwin was looking surprisingly unconcerned, she would have been more concerned if her assailant had a firearm or even an edged weapon, "A sand rat actually." she replied, taking a step backwards, "How much will you make on my head then?"

Another step backwards, "More than 2 Billion of your funny little local currency?"

She was gambling that the money was a big lure. Otherwise she was sure there had to be some kind of improvised weapon lying around...

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"Oh." Dashwood replied, "Well that's good."

Other spooks. That could be a problem. Either that or a good thing. She'd have to wait and see...

"General Steel...sir?"

"Yeap...yea, what is it?"

"Should we 'OK' the strike sir?"

The silver haired Marine General moved his chewed up cigar around in his mouth and stared intensely at a satellite photograph. He mused for a second before looking at the young liutenant in the room..."Strike Approved, flatten it."

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Outside in the carpark around the stadium the 25 M198 155mm Howitzer's roared to life as round after round exploded into the air, shaking the ground around the stadium. Each Crew had been ordered to fire 20 shells each (500 Shells btw) and then wait for 2 Minutes, then follow on with another 10 shells per gun, 750 shells in total.

Towards the end of the barrage an OH-58D was lifting off, running close to the ground for a quick BDA, accompanied by two Cobra Attack Helicopters, in case the stingers were out.

(OOC: Neo Tyr, you can RP any damage to the museum, it would be better if you did it because i don't really know what its supposed to look like.)

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More missiles had been fired at the Germanians in front of the Hirgizstanian Marines, whose tanks were beginning to go down the footpaths to get up to the Germanian Tanks, while 3 LAV's broke from the formation and roared down the footpath toward the twisted wreckage of a helicopter lying in the rubble of a building.

Two Marines leapt out of the first LAV and ran to the crash site, they surveyed it for a minute, then signalled for more men to come out.

8 Marines from the first LAV began to dig out the charred bodies of the Airmen, while the Marines from the second LAV provided a perimeter, joined by some North Germanians.

The third LAV backed up and roared off down an backstreet once the Commander had heard the insurgents were fleeing. He was heading toward the second crash site.


The two Airmen from the Cobra had broken into a small cafe with black and white tiles and small booths all around it. The two men jumped over the counter and knelt down, while one kept watch the other tried to raise friendlies on the radio. They could hear the tail-end of the battle not far away.

"SHHHHH...i just heard voices." The pilot on watch turned from his freind, back toward the broken door they had forced themselves through. The Co-Pilot put his radio away and grabbed his M9.

Two insurgents appeared in a dusty window at one end of the cafe, they both stopped running when they saw the damaged door, they weren't stupid, they had seen the Heli go down. They shouldered their guns and crouched down, the two airmen slowly got down below the counter, peering out between the empty food chillers.

The two insurgents got to the door and stood either side of it, kicked the door in and both ran in, one kneeling. "Pilots, we know your here, show yourselves so we can take you prisoner," one said, while throwing a toothy grin at his kneeling freind.

The pilots didn't move or say anything, they just watched.
The standing insurgent seemed to get angrier at every second passed, he kicked a chair and table over, shouting "COME OUT YOU COWARDS, COME OUT NOW!"

As he kicked the chair the pilots began to smile, not because of the mans anger, but because they had seen a MARPAT clad Marine's head appear at the corner in a window, then duck down again.

4 Marines quickly darted across the doorway, to be on the other side, the Insurgent didn't even notice as he prepared to kick another chair, while his kneeling partner was still surveying the inside of the cafe.

A Marine stepped into the doorway and shouted, "BOTH OF YOU, FREEZE, DROP YOUR WEAPONS...NOW!"

The Insurgent had been just about to shout, his mouth close and both he and his freind looked behind them at what appeared to be a single Marine, pointing a handgun at them.

The standing insurgent winked at his freind and began to turn with his weapon, as he started he was cut down by fire from a Marine who appeared at a window, followed by Marines jumping up at every other window.

The insurgent screamed, dropping his weapon which clattered to the floor, his freind dropped his own and threw up his hands. The insurgent on the floor began to scream, the wounds in his chest and shoulder were seeping with blood, which made ever increasing stains on his drab clothes.

The Marine with the handgun stepped into the cafe, followed by 4 Marines, who butted the door clean off its hinges with their rifles. Two marines grabbed the man with his hands up, and roughly placed him face down on the floor with a knee in his back, then, yanking his arms roughly back causing the insurgent to grunt, they flex cuffed him, yanked him up and ran him outside and around the corner to the waiting LAV.

The wounded insurgent was mumbling something under his breath, when he saw his freind being bundled out the door he screamed and shouted abuse at the Marines.

The Marine with the pistol stepped over the man and aimed his pistol at the insurgents head, the man grew silent and less restless. No shot came, "We need a Corpsman, go get Roberts from the LAV, get him down here, we'll keep this one aswell."

"MARINE PILOTS, MARINE PILOTS, SLOWLY SHOW YOURSELVES."


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Three of North Germania's ESPK OPs who had taken part in the firefight had sought asylum in the lower floor from where the insurgents' fire had been coming. These three were the most experienced soldiers in the attack force, and had seen over 916 hours of intense combat action.

They heard the gabber of Tyrians speaking as the hurried down the steps of the building. The Ops hid behind the staircase.

They saw four insurgents enter the lower floor, when one ESPK Op said to them, "Don't shoot! We are unarmed and out of ammo! We surrender!"

Two of the Germanians dropped their assault rifles to the ground and put their hands on their head, while the third remained behind the staircase.

The insurgents approached with guns aimed at them. The black masks and black helmets of the ESPK allowed only their cold, ice-blue eyes to be seen.

As one insurgent grabbed the arm of one Op, the arm he had not grabbed quickly sprung out a razor-sharp knife from the inside of his sleeve. Immediately, the Op flung the knife into the upper neck of the insurgent, and send the blade through his throat and out of mouth, knocking out two of his front teeth and spraying blood on the Op.

Simultaneaously, the other Op grabbed the end of the other insurgent's Stinger barrel, and pushed it upwards as a missile went off while the ESPK Op revealed a knife and slit a deep cut behind the front of both the man's knees, while taking a punch to the face from the insurgent.

The rebel immediately dropped to the floor in pain, while the other Op took his weapon.

As the other two insurgents pulled their assault rifles slung behind their backs, the third [and huge] ESPK Op emered quickly and quietly from behind the staircase, and performed a trademark Germanian hand-to-hand combat technique -- translated as "The Skull Crusher".

He pulled two arms outward and slammed them into the sides of one insurgents head, sending out blood and small pieces of brain. As the other insurgent turned to shoot him, he grabbed the barrel of the gun, slung it to the right and downwards while the insurgent let off rounds into the floor. At the exact same time this happened, the Op chopped the man in the neck, crushing his windpipe. The rebel dropped the the floor, holding his throat and gasping his last breaths.

ESPK Op 2: "We have ourselves a crippled prisoner here, and one who can't breathe here!"

They began to laugh.

The ESPK Op who had taken a hit to the face did an upward punch to the insurgent's nose; bloodying his entire face. Given the opportunity, he landed a huge punch to the man's right eye, subsequently mashing and blinding it.

Two Ops gave a few more punches to the insurgent's upper-torso before stopping. He was writhing with pain, and moaning.

Translated from the largely unknown - to the rest of the world - Germanian dialect...

ESPK Op 1: "Want to do anything else to him?"

ESPK Op 2: "No, he would probably die. I'm sure he already has internal bleeding. Let's take him to General Grippen."

ESPK Op 3: "F*ck them all..."

- N.G.

((OOC: I havn't said this directly, but the insurgents are keeping a 'Take no Prisoner' standpoint, and would be prone to shoot in panic. Remeber, these arn't professionals, most will crack under pressure, wether it be with a pull of a trigger or otherwise.

Also, I'm not exactly sure what you did, Hirgatzan. Did you shoot at the museam from the stadium? Because there are a bunch of skyscrapers blocking the line of sight.))

IC: The ocean spray was cold this time of year. It made the captian unhappy, but it was his job to send out the food. And he was going to do his job. He was a captian of one of the hundreds of unnamed food transports which operated out of Andorhol, and was returing there after dropping off a shipment of grain in Kyrall. A deckhand approched him, pacing to the bow of the ship. "Why don't you come inside, cap'n? It's ice cold out here."

The captain waved him off. "I like the chill wind. Makes ya feel alive," he said, stairing off into the sea.

The deckhand rubbed his hands together. "Hey, who's that guy, in the black?" He asked, gesturing to a figure standing to the starboard side of the ship, who wasn't even shivering. He was not wearing too much, just a black outfit with a large black sunhat that covered his face. The man didn't seem to friendly, nor a member of the crew. The crews of these small transports always were switched up upon every delivery, but this man in black did not seem like a normal crewmember of a food transport.

"Oh, 'im?" The captain asked, "Picked 'im up in Kyrall, I did. Paid me a king's ransom to get ta Andorhol. God knows 'ow 'ee slip'd past the outlandahs." It was very uncommen for someone to book passage on a food transport, but these were crazy times. Besides, with the salary slashing, the captain needed the fair to keep his family supported.

The deckhand nodded. "Right... That man... I don't like him. He seems... like a murderer." He said darkly. He then brightend his dispositon and turned his attention to the captain. "Well, I'm going inside. The boys down there have some Stotic Shield opened, if you need to warm up, cap'n." He said, making his way to the interior of the ship, away from the bitter cold which personified the bitter occupation.

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The bloodied and battered insurgant who the Germians abused was shakeing in pain, everything going black exept for the deepest, bitter amnosity that he held to the barbarians that killed his daughter and were about to take his life. With his last ounce of strengh, he reached his shaky hand to his belt, felt for his gernade, barely pulled out it's pin, and let out an exhale which would be his last. And so ended the life of Joseph Peterson, shoemaker, father, patriot, insurgant. May God have mercy on his soul.

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Thug how had encountered Baldwin sprinted as fast as he could, and whipped the pipe like a baseball bat at her, using all his bulk to try to whack off her head.

But the pipe never connected.

For as he was in midstep, a rifle shot out, shooting the thug in the temple in a brilliant display of acuracy, and killing the Tong member in a most grusome mannar. "Eceptionally fine shot, Sir!" a voice called out from down a small alley, "If I may say so."

Two people stood there, both wearing uniforms of the Kyrall Police. One was younger, smaller, and rather enthusastic to see action. The other was older, had a plenthora a pins on his chest, and excluded an air of nobility. He held a finely crafted rifle in his hand, and lowered his eye from it's scope. "You may." He said witha small ammount of curiosty towards the commisar. The thug's friend ran off as fast as his leg could carry him, but the two men did not persue.

Baldwin looked positively deflated, she deftly stepped around the body, whisking her skirts aside to ensure they didn't get bloodied. It was more out of pride than anything else. She'd managed to get some on her blouse and cheek when the shot was fired, "Yes, Good shot." she called out in that nearly-Irish accent the Dyellians had, "Although I insist I was completely in control of the situation."

She skipped over towards the two men. She was also fairly youthful, and had never been outside of Dyelli Beybi, "Even if it was completely under control, I think I owe you a debt of gratitude."

"Commisaar Alexia Baldwin." she introduced herself, "Ranked Inspector of the Dyelli Beybian Cheka. Who do I owe such a huge debt of gratitude to."

For someone who had just been attacked by a pipe wielding maniac she looked incredibly composed. Almost as if she was enjoying the whole situation. Dyelli Beybians were mad...

(OOC: I fired Long Range Artillery at the Museum's co-ord's, you think the skyscrapers would still get in the way? If so i'll RP that they crashed into the scrapers and then i'll launch an air strike or something.

Do the insurgents have any counter-torture training? Could they resist a prolonged session with a professional interrogator for example?- I only ask because the next part of my RP will hopefully have an Interrogator asking the two guys questions.)

Gränzel: "This has gone on long enough."

Translated from the Germanian dialect, and spoken from a megaphone:

All infantry retreat behind the armour! All helicopters and light tanks pull back! All King Leopard 2 Modified Tank and King Leopard 3 Heavy Tank commanders, kill every Tyrrian you see on this street. Any of those who aren't insurgents would've left by now! All ordered tanks open fire on all buildings! All 15x155.5mm gunners open fire on any Tyrrians on the streets, and shoot anything covered by a tarp!

These insurgents will pay with their lives!

A hail of tanks shells and 15x155.5mm bullets created a wall of fire and metal. Bullets and tank shells tore holes into buildings without discrimination.

The insurgent fire began to weaken as the tank barrage ensued. Buildings collapsed, and fires began to spread.

The snipers finally arrived and positioned themselves on top of buildings 250 yards away from insurgent positions.

Kapitän Scharfschütze 4te Rank Kidmann [capitan sniper fourth class; head of all sniper departments and a member of the ESPK; the best sniper in Germania with 338 confirmed kills, and 72 unconfirmed] set up his .57 caliber sniper rifle with his spotter next to him. He placed the light, hollow crate with two small square holes cut in it -- one for gun placement and one for the spotter -- on top of him and his spotter, making them look like a food-supply crate.

Kapitän Scharfschütze 4te Rank Kidmann spotted two insurgents with a Javelin missile launcher on top of a building. He smiled, and widened his grey-blue eyes [mainly grey/white, with streaks of blue] for a moment, before placing his right eye in front of his scope. The spotter quickly gave wind speed, direction, and distance.

He aimed the crosshairs at the center of the missile launcher, and let off one round. It struck inside the barrel, exploded the Javelin - destroying it, blowing back and setting both insurgents on fire. They were both dead before they felt the flames.

The sniper and his spotter both began to search for more targets, while a team of four 7.62mm machine gunners dug in on top of a building adjacent from the snipers. They began firing into windows of buildings whenever they saw insurgent fire.

The sniper had found another target. Five insurgents, two with machine guns, three with 7.62mm assault rifles, behind a corner of a building who would reload and then fire on Hirgizstanian and Germanian forces.

He acquired distance, wind-speed, and wind direction from his spotter.

He cocked his NG-117 .57 Caliber Sniper Rifle [Two rounds can be fired before cocking again] aimed at one machinegunner's head and sent a clear, 4" hole through his forehead.

Immediately, he fired off another shot and hit a man with an assault rifle in the stomach intentionally -- letting him bleed to death.

He cocked his gun, and quickly picked off the other machinegunner and and an insurgent holding an assault rifle.

While the last one knelt down to hold his dying comrade [the one who took a shot to the stomach], he turned and saw where the sniper fire was coming from. He whipped out his radio, and before he could speak into it, Kidmann let off a round blowing off his forearm. He gripped it with the other hand, and then Kidmann finished him off with a shot to the neck; sending his head in the air and backwards. The insurgent fell to his knees.

Another sniper position was set-up at a taller building to the right of Kidmann's. They would take out the insurgents using sniper fire.

Seeing that the sniper teams had arrived, Gränzel ordered an immediate retreat to lure the insurgents into the street. As they did, Kidmann picked off two more insurgents holding RPG Launchers. He pulled out a small notepad and tallied 7 more kills.

Kyrall was turning to chaos at an alarming rate.

Over 93 Germanian soldiers had died fighting against the well-trained insurgents, and over 120 had been injured. It was estimated, however, that over 250 insurgents had been killed that day.

However, German command was not concerned, as a wave of 30,000 reinforcements were en route from the 3 Ungeheuer Class Transport Ship [each capable of holding 20,000 attack soldiers] outside of Kyrall. They were massive ships, and heavily armored.

The Klatch and Neo Tyr would either come to an understanding, or all of Kyrall would be destroyed...

- N.G.

((OOC: Anti-torture? Well, it depends. Higher up, more important insurgents would have the reslove and will to hold through torture, most likely. But lower ranking 'guys of the street' probably wont.

About the Holtizers, imagine placing altilery on one end of Hong Kong and trying to shoot a target on the other side. That's a pretty good compairison, in my opinion.))

IC: Nochior. The southernmost city in Neo Tyr. It was one of those cities with a 'big city' feel like Kyrall- skyscrapers dominated the horizion and an undercity housed millions below her busy streets. It also had a large 'native' population, showing that the nobles had less control over it. Ocupation had gone somewhat well, only minor protesting went on. However, unknown to everyone including the Neo Tyrinian government, a major insurgent HQ was located there brewing trouble quite lietrally 'below the surface'. Dead-Eye Crooks had made his way to the bowels of the undercity, where he met with a man who was seemingly going about his business. "Kyrall is under seige." he said idly.

The other man turned, "What would you have us do, Lord Crooks?"

Dead-Eye grinned. It was very unlike him to do so. There was a sence of melevolence and dread within it. "Go about the plan. Rally the troops. Show the outlanders what Neo Tyr is made of."

The man nodded and started on his way. "L-lord Crooks?"

"Yes?" Dead-Eye said with a harsh tone.

"You know... you do know this could tear apart the country. Kill the very people you're trying to protect."

Dead-Eye chuckled. "I'm not trying to protect anyone..." he said walking off, "I'm a butcher. All I know is to how to kill. I plan to use my talents." And with that, Dead-Eye vanished into the shadows, to plot deadly plots.

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North Germina's shooting had a bit of a repourcusion. Several building were colapsing, and many explosions shook the street. Civilans were killed left and right. It was to be expected. Many thought to ride out the storm from the safety of their homes and employments. They were sadly mistaken. Yet this was not the biggest issue. The gorund couldn't take it. Kyrall was not desined to be a warzone, and their undercity was not either. The battle was damaging the groud, which could collapse. If it did, it would mean devistation for both sides...

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In the Under, magistrate Raash DuVaul smiled and began to talk about something when muffled blasts filled the air. "Hmm...? What is that-"

Suddenly, two men in black suits burst into the room. One ran over to the four and adressed them. "M'lady, Lord Vassal, Magistrate, Outlander," he said, nodding in turn, "There's a combat situation above ground. It may not be safe here. We need to get you out of here."

Marimeta looked shocked. "But the armed forces were told to stand down! It dosn't make sence!"

The agent shook his head. "There's no time. We need to go. Now." He said, gesturing them to move along...

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On the streets, the rifle man introduced himself. "My name is Ross Kajar, House Brother to Great House Kajar and Cheif of the Kyrall Police. It is a plesure to meet you, Commisar," he said in a buisness like tone. His partner did not speak.

"Forgive me if I may be brash," He said, "But what makes a solider like you to come out here without any sort of a retinue?" However, shortly after her response, there were several explosions to the north. Kajar looked confused.

"What!? What the hell is going on! Young, get me a report immediatly!" He said to his young partner. The junior officer saluted and got on a cell phone very quickly.

OOC: Neo, this is getting good. I hope Vrak gets more involved and we have a serious war again. Also, it would be interesting if you re-formed an official military, rather than a crazy militia.

I'm going to start using massive sniper teams once the city gets a bit more destroyed.

Note: You don't know that.

This time Dashwood did draw her side arm, "It's alright, I'm on your side." she said before anyone could take a shot at her. The draw had been reflex, she quickly holstered the weapon again.

"I take it some Klatchians are shelling your city?" she asked as she dashed after him.

She didn't quite wait long enough for a response, "For God's sake fight back! You're like lambs to the slaughter."

She grimaced, apparently the pace they were setting wasn't enough to tire the girl... "Dyelli Beybi would never surrender, even if we knew we had no hope. We'd fight on regardless."

There were some things worth dying for, and in the minds of the intensely proud Dyelli Beybians, their mostly uninhabitable patch of ground was one of those things.

"Can you get us to the airport?" she asked one of the Neo Tyr agents, "I've got some equipment set up there, and I think I've come up with a cunning plan..."
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"What the devil is going on?" Albert bawled.

He had set a headquarters up more or less inside the dock facilities. Being careful to make sure he paid more rent than he probably ought to to the port Authorities, while really giving them no option other than to hire out small sections of their buildings.

"Walker." he yelled, "Take 10 men, fully kitted out and find out what is going on. Whatever it is, isn't good, put a stop to it... Take whatever steps necessary."

Albert was in a foul mood. First Baldwin had vanished, now some daft Klatchians, he at least suspected they were Klatchians were shelling someone, he suspected probably the insurgents.... unless the insurgents had heavy weapons all of a sudden.

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Baldwin was grining, "A police officer, well technically I'm a Police Officer as well, although most people call our department spooks."

She cut herself off midstride, "Sorry, I won't go into the details, I was looking for insurgents. You see some Dyelli Beybian Police Officers have landed in the hope that we can help to restore some order to this place, I'm guessing the main problem is the attitude of the Klatchian troops in the city? Anyway, we were hoping to get into talks with the insurgents, I figured I looked less of a threat on my own."

The explosion caused her to just about jump out of her skin, "Jesus." she blasphemed, then immediately crossed herself, "Does that happen often?"

OOC: Neo-Tyr, do you name your hospitals after famous people? or are they just named things like "Kyrall South Hospital"?
And do any of the Klatchians mind if I RP bringing in some of their troops to get medical aid?

IC:
The room shook.
"That was a close one," one of the nurses said, handing a doctor a scalpel.
"Probably the Klatchians; they're the only ones with the heavy artillery," the doctor replied, bending over his patient, a young civilian woman.
"I hope they know how to aim... Red Crosses are nice, but they're not magic shields," the nurse said, taking a pair of forceps from the doctor.

In direct contrast to the chaos that was gripping Kyrall, the hospitals and areas controlled by the MCR was quiet, orderly, and calm. Doctors, nurses, paramedics, and Neo-Tyrians (?) with anything more than first aid training hurried to and fro, but there was order to it; no-one shouted, the air was of an efficient, well-oiled machine.

Ambulance after ambulance pulled up, discharging wounded, mainly civilians. The Macisikani took every one of them into waiting, capable hands. Their calm acceptance, their stoic attitudes, even in the face of the most awful wounds, surprised the Neo-Tyrians (?) who aided them.

There was one bright spot among the grim work; no children had yet been brought to the MCR, and they hoped against hope that none needed them.

But the wounded kept coming in; it was only a matter of time...

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Hundreds of kilometres away, a matronly woman signed the document in front of her.
"... and by my hand and seal, it is undertaken that 500 tonnes of vaccines and immunisation treatments, for the purposes of preventing outbreaks of disease amongst the civilians of Neo-Tyr, will be released to the Red Cross.

[signed]
Dame Kimberly O'Brien, Secretary of State for Aid and Humanitarian Efforts"

As infrastructure crumbled, and chaos spread, it was inevitable that old enemies would stir from the sleep of the healthy.

The Macisikani Red Cross was preparing for the inevitable onslaught that would follow in the footsteps of the bloody insurrection; cholera, typhus, dysentery, and others far worse.

"Sir, Artillery has missed, there was an obstruction. The gap between the skyscrapers wasn't large enough, most of the shells have hit skyscrapers, although the satellite images show that some shells did impact."

"Oh well, Kyrall is becoming more and more like a warzone by the hour, i doubt they'll care about a couple of skyscrapers, less places for the terrorists to hide anyway. Tell the HNS Pelieu to launch an immediate strike on the musuem, brief them on the 'stinger' situation and report back to me with an ETA. Also, our asses are hanging out here, our only back-up is the rear-echelon Tanks and those Legionnaires, get Lt.Gen Stevens to launch the 2nd Regiment."

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Down in the street the three LAV's had cleared and secured the crash sites and were already heading back to the stadium with 2 Pilots, 2 Bodies and 2 Prisoners. More Hirgizstanian Armour had arrived, 10 More M1A3 tanks had arrived, making the total 30 M1A3's, 10 ST-21's, 10 LAV's and 20 AAAV's.

The tanks had moved to a crossroads nearly 200yards from the North Germanians and had set up a roadblock by firing into buildings down each street. So far only 2 vehicles had been destroyed, 1 LAV-25 and 1 AAAV, killing 16 Marines. The tanks had taken a battering from Anti-Armour crews but the M1A3's DUEIS Armour (Depleted Uranium Encased in Steel-instead of being only a plate here or there the whole tank is coated in this armour) was holding fast.

4 Cobra's had arrived over the battleground. They were making gun-runs ahead of Germanian sniper positions to clear out any enemies. So far the street ahead of the Allied positions looked like an open gravyard with bodies and weaponry lying everywhere, with smoking holes and buildings to add effect. If the insurgents wanted a war, they'd get one...and they'd loose.


-COH-

((OOC: Almost everything's named after someone in Neo Tyr. As a rule, you take an english/roman first name and stick it with a noble last name. There's a list of noble families on NSwiki. Finaly, the ajective for Neo Tyr here is 'Tyrinian'

Also, I'm planning a major c'oup using Belda and the insurgents, basicly liberiating the millitart island-city of Hamapuri. I'll post more on the OOC thread later.))

IC: Dead-Eye Crooks was sitting in a small pub in the Nochior undercity. It wasn't a great eatery, but you could drink and see friends. It was odd for Dead-Eye had no food, nor drink. A man walked over to his seat and sat next to him. "Kyrall is under major fire. They're not just attacking the museam like you planned."

Dead-Eye did not look up, or make any move for that matter. "Then we should thank them, and hope for high civilian casualties. The more kindling for the fire for us."

His partner looked shocked, "Y-you're saying it's good that our kinsmen are getting slaughtered!?"

Dead-Eye shrugged, "If it helps kill the outlanders... anything is 'good'." He then flagged down a waitress and ordered something to drink. The violence had just begun.

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In Kyrall, the Parckari Building made a rather odd noise. It was a bit of a screach. A good five seconds later, the support gave out, causing it to start to collapse. The Packardi Building was huge, and it was falling. The skyscraper thundered as it plummeted earthwards, giant girders and sheets of wall became projectiles ready to kill. Of course, that was just for starters...

The rather important road, the Road of Kings, south half, was decimated. Several smaller buildings had collapsed. Corpses of soldiers, insurgents, and civilians gave the place a sence of dread. Elsewhere, two rather crowded apartment building complexes had been shelled while their missiles were in rounte to the Museam, further adding to the civilan death count. The museam took damage in several important wings, however, most of the insurgancy had already left. The museam was bait. Hirgizstan took it. Needless to say, this would not have positive effects anywhere.

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The Lavian Rose agent was indifferent to Dashwoods words, while the other three Tyrinians had their minds on other things. "The airport? Yes, I could. We're to take an elevator to the surface." He said, making his way to an elevator station. A large crowd of people had followed them, nervious about the noise the were hearing and hoping the Noble, the Princess, the Magistrate, or the Outlander would know about it. DuVaul approached the crowd and adressed them while one of the Rose worked on getting the elevators back on line. It would give away the position, but none of that really mattered anymore.

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Ross Kajar looked in the area where he heard the explosions, and watched the Packhardi building fall. A major peice of the Kyrall skyline was gone, and a huge cloud of dust and smoke billowed from her grave. "Dear God..." Ross breathed, whaching in a daze. Suddenly Young looked up from his phone. "M'Lord! The Packhardi building is-"

"I know that!" Ross snapped. "What are they thinking! Not everyone could of escaped in time! Damn, I need to get there." He looked at Baldwin. "I think it would be safer if you came with me..." He said.

(OOC: Can you give me the names of any other skyscrapers?)

((Hmm, The Rotor Co. Tower, The Towngaurd Building, 12245 Stirling Way, the Blue Song Tower... Those wern't hit, though.))

(OOC: K, cheers, i know the weren't hit but i was thinking of hitting them.)