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Ankara Alphyaz
Ankara F'yan, The Capital
Sun sets slowly over the Capital of Ankara Alphyaz, the high mountains in the backdrop of the beautiful capital turning a misty colour as darkness overwhelms the silent stronghold of the Dictatorship. Not even a squeak of a mouse could be heard throughout the city.

That does not mean, however, that noone was stirring. In fact quite the opposite. For many many years the people of the "Democratic Republic" of Ankara Alphyaz had lived under the iron fist of the Dictator, Boran Antana. He had squandered public sector (The only sector, of course) money for him and his friends, slowly cut budgets in Education, Healthcare, and Welfare. Every day the people saw more and more young boys being turned into soldiers and sent off to the "Southern Wastes" to fight the neverending war against the rebels that had fled to the dry rockbeds of the deserted Southern wastes after Antana was elected and made their fortress cities there.

The people had lived under Boran Antana's influence for nigh on 45 years, the now old man (by recent Ankaran standards - of course, Boran had the best healthcare) determined to crush the rebellion.

The most recent uprising had occured in Ankara F'yen - which, incidentally, means Ankara Insightful, and had taken four days and five nights to crush. The rebellious republicans that where fighting for a re-established democracy in Ankara Alphyaz had made their last stand in the library, long since replaced with Antana's propaganda, and the last was killed when Government Stormtroopers smashed into the building, past bloody barricades and unburied corpses, smashing aside the feeble resistance that where bolt action rifles and hunting shotguns. The city had not seen the last of violence; in contrast with what the Government had said, more plans to incitement where happening, that very night. An explosion, raging fires, most likely a molotov: gunfire, rattling off the walls and heavy tracers lighting up the streets of the Government buildings. The rebels had struck, using the most basic of weapons, leaving the smell of fumes and charred bodies lingering like a stain. Forming up on either side, using smuggled 1940s submachineguns and bolt action rifles, they stormed the government building. Taira Melyav was a young woman, possibly only twenty, twenty five tops, but she had been involved in the revolution all her life.

Now was her moment, what she was waiting for: this strike would destroy Ankara Alphyaz entire computer network, bringing down trains, traffic lights, merchant ferries, aircraft flights, and the like. She didn't think of what the damage would be done to her country, only on the damage done to the Government. The Government, the fat cats in their estates, living off the rich oil and rubber plantations, the coal mines, and the big farming industry. Now was her, and her comrades time. Teh revolution, unlike the government, did not distuingish. Race, Age, Gender. All humans where equal in the struggle to end the bloody handed dictatorship of Boran Antana.

[Hope you liked it, gtg now, so i'll do some more later.]

Ankara Ran'Labartayn [Ankara Fortress of Liberty]

"Comrade" General Markoni Furslat, Commander of the 1st Ankaran Advance Division, sat in his Desert Fox tank, surveying reports and intelligence information. Around him, men where propping up tents for the siege of the Rebel Fortress City. Artillery wheeled into position, and Furslat could feel the shadow of the giant 2800mm mortar behind him, it's fifty man crew organising themselves into teams to pick up the huge shells. With a grin, he realised the power of the Dictatorship's army. The rebel pigs stood no chance. Lines of 205mm howitzers and several of the "Glory of the Republic" Class howitzers, like the one whos shadow engulfed him currently. He glanced around, noticing the name of the giant mortar scribbled onto the side. Antana's Sprained Wrist in writing so red it could have been formed from blood. Below him, maybe about a kilometre ahead, tanks of his division where forming up into attack formations. Looking up into the sky, he could see dark clouds forming above himself. Furslat wondered whether it would rain: Not common down south. It still happened, but very rarely. A drip on his combat hood confirmed his query, and dropping down into his tank's turret, the General locked the hatch behind him and reviewed the data slates inside the warmth of the Desert Fox. Twenty thousand fighting men..eighty heavy tanks...two hundred main battle tanks.. Fuslat paused for a moment. Glancing into the GPS tracker for a moment, he could see almost three times that number of his own vehicles on maneouvres to storm the rebel stronghold. He read on.
Eight interceptors, twenty artillery pieces.. Surely this stronghold would fall. Looking down at his watch, the General could see that he had only twenty minutes left to read over figures again. He smirked. This operation would see another pip on his shoulder. Better pay, better women, better house.

How wrong he was.

Corporal Parla Renslan was sitting with his unit, part of the 610th Motorised Rifles, in the back of his six tonne truck, when he heard the thundering roar of the "Glory of the Republic" 2800mm mortars, and then a number of 205mm howitzers, which almost sounded like a rattling echo. That was the signal to advance, and clearly the truck driver had heard it. Renslan's unit was the first to head "unto the breach" and so, cocking his FAMAS F2, he could see the other trucks moving behind him. Inbetween them, a scarce IFV, advancing steadily as dust behind them kicked up. Overhead, aircraft flew down their attack paths to hit infrastructure in the city. By the time the rebels had realised the attack was happening, their armour wouldn't be able to manevoure and the Government Troops and Tanks would be pouring up the breach in the six hundred metre cliff that was made by engineers. Heavy explosives had made the once unpassable cliffways into ramps of rock. Renslan bit his lip as the jeep accelerated up and upwards.. behind him where the Desert Fox MBTs of the 18th Armoured, all three hundred of the mighty vehicles, their guns roaring. Renslan moved his eyebrows in a funny direction when he realised one thing: Those weren't the Desert Fox' that where firing their guns. On teh fortress above him, the Rebel artillery was opening up on the less protected tops of the Government armour. The young corporal shuddered as he saw a Desert Fox take a direct hit to it's unprotected parts of the turret, and it exploded violently, the ammunition detonating alongside smoke grenades and machine gun rounds. The tank sort of slid backwards a little, burning and smoke clogging the air around it. Renslan did not take the time to see if anyone emerged, because looking back into his unit he could see all the men, pretty much the entire fireteam, where white with fear. They were not fighting for a cause they believed in. They were not fighting because they were volunteer soldiers.

They were fighting because they had to.

Dear Sir,

It has come to our attention that in recent weeks a rebellion has broken out in your nation. There is nothing that His Majesty's Government despises more than a Republic, excepting extenuating circumstances, and we are eager to see the spread of Republicanism throughout the sadly mostly Republican world crushed at the earliest possible opportunity. To that end we are willing to offer you naval and air support from the Imperial Navy, and a full Grenadier Guards Mechanised Infantry Division with which to finish off the war on land.

In addition, we are interested in expanding our economic presence in Ankara, and to that end all we ask in return is for a free trade treaty, and the right to set up companies in Ankara Alphyaz free from Ankaran taxation. We believe that this is more than reasonable, and any lost taxation will be easily made up for in the vast quantities of money we would save you by helping you to win your civil war and ensure the survival and long-term stability of your government.

It is your decision, and we shall harbour no ill-feeling against you should you refuse, but I believe that this is a golden opportunity for both our nations which should not be squandered. You would gain a powerful ally to ensure that your Government prevails, and we would gain valuable new trading interests.

Yours Respectfully,

Sir Tiberius Polax, MP
Foreign Secretary

Dear Sir,

It has come to our attention that in recent weeks your gallant organisation has risen up against the authoritarian ruling dictatorship. We ourselves had to fight to free ourselves from the bonds of Absolute Monarchy and, although His Majesty Sarius I still reigns over Praetonia, he is subservient to the rule of Parliament. We wish to stem the flow of dictatorship across the world and free other peoples from its chains as we ourselves have become free. To that end we are willing to offer you naval and air support from the Imperial Navy, and a full Grenadier Guards Mechanised Infantry Division with which to finish off the war on land.

In addition, we are interested in expanding our economic presence in Ankara, and to that end all we ask in return is for a free trade treaty, and the right to set up companies in Ankara Alphyaz free from Ankaran taxation. We believe that this is more than reasonable, as the great economic and social benefits that will come to Ankara Alphyaz as a result of our victory will outweigh any lost taxation many times over, and a quick end to the war brought about by our intervention will itself save the destruction caused by a long, drawn out war.

It is your decision, and we shall harbour no ill-feeling against you should you refuse, but I believe that this is a golden opportunity for both our nations which should not be squandered. You would gain a powerful ally and new-found freedom from the soon-to-be vanquished Government, and we would gain valuable new trading interests which would greatly benefit our own people.

Yours in Solidarity,

Sir Tiberius Polax, MP
Foreign Secretary
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Message From: The Officially Recognised Government of the Democratic Republic
We would be grateful for any assistance against the counter revolutionaries that would destroy what our people have worked so hard for. Any help from any quarter is gladly accepted.

We will not sign a free trade treaty with Praetonia - we do not see in what way this would benefit the hard working, benevolent, peoples of Ankara Alphyaz. In addition, we will allow Praetonia to set up a single corporation in Ankara Alphyaz under the premise that it is to be taxed a mere 11% VAT.

Thank you for contacting us, Praetonian Comrades, and we hope to be working with your forces in the future.
Minister for Trade, Minister for Defence, Minister for Foreign Affairs
Garret Ramman, Boran Farista, Luma Lamatique