NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I will use unit names and designation numbers quite a bit so it’ll be a good idea to use the Order of Battle in my signature and the map to keep track of things. Please do not overkill by sending in millions of troops nd vehicles. If I have not been clear enough on any point, feel free to ask as this is my first attempt at starting an RP and will probably be filled with errors. This is just the introduction to introduce everyone to the topic, I have plenty of story written that will come out closer to the actual dates.

Rules:

1. Please use only what is currently in service or has been in service or is under testing. No superduper tanks or spaceships or junk like that. Custom designs of ships from DMG Military Industries will be allowed due to the fact that they are generally fairly realistic to current times.

2. No nuclear weapons, this is a straight conventional conflict.

3. Have fun. I sure will.

OOC: Here's a poem I wrote:

T’was the night before Halloween and all through peaceful city
Nothing was stirring, not even a kitty.
The jack-o-lanterns were lit on the porch
The insides of them were beginning to scorch

My children were nestled, all snug in bed,
While visions of world peace danced in their heads.
And mamma in her nightgown, and I in my cap
Had just settled down to long autumn nap.

When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.
No sooner had we jumped out of our warm bed
Six masked men dashed into the room and put guns to our heads.

The moon in the sky was clouded over,
They kicked us to the ground where we fell in a patch of clover
When what to my own wandering eyes should appear
Men beating my kids, whom I held quite dear

Laughter filled the chilly morning air
Did these men really not have a care?
She were yelling and screaming
My daughter they were double-teaming.

“Now bitch! Now skank! Now slut, show me that butt
On woman, on girl, come on whore, keep your mouth shut.
I watched as she was raped, they held me down.
I watched as they ripped off her tattered nightgown.

It was nearly dawn when they finally finished their fun
My family and I were staring down the barrel of a gun
With a pull of the trigger I fell to the ground
I lost focus, as my mind went blank, the doctor said, “He’ll never come around.”

1200 – October 31st 2005
It was dreary, cloudy fall day with the occasional sprinkling cool rain when it was realized that Sir Jesse Russell, Minister of Foreign affairs has not yet shown up for work. His day starts at 0900 but he’s usually in the office by 0700. The few times he has not been able to make it to work, notice was given, but this time, no one seems to know where he or is wife are. His wife also works for the government, but in the Department of Law and Order. When it was discovered that neither work-o-holic had shown up for work as of yet, and they couldn’t be reached by home phone, cell phone or pager, it was decided that someone should go check up on them.
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The car drove up the driveway gravel driveway of their quiet farm house way out in the middle of nowhere, everything looked normal, the car was there, the doors were closed, nothing appeared to be disturbed, at least in the front. The men got out of their black sedan and slowly walked up to the front door and with a stiff knock, the door fell down. The hinges had been taken off and the lock picked. Inside the place was a disaster, furniture strewn about, books ripped apart on the floor, pocket change lying around, it was as though a tornado had hit. The men reached for their pistols, which were carried in holsters on their thighs. They began slowly walking through the house with no sign of the Russell family.

“We will remain free” One of then men muttered when he walked into the bathroom.

“What was that?” the other man asked.

“It says ‘we will remain free’ right here on the mirror.”

Right then and there both men knew with whom they were dealing. The Free Land of Plympton-Wyoming was notorious in the early days of the rebellions for kidnapping, torturing and murdering government officials.
They kept rummaging through the house and eventually made their way to the back door. What they saw made their jaws drop. They the 4 members of the Russell family in a pool of blood on the porch, the daughter completely naked, bullet holes everywhere and boot prints leading down the back steps into the field. One ran back to the car to call help, the other man went to check on them. Jesse was still breathing, as was his wife.

Within a matter of minutes, though it felt like hours, the afternoon chorus of song from the birds was interrupted as the sound of the beating rotors of helicopters filled the air, followed by the sound of sirens and dozens of vehicle speeding towards scene.

Reserve soldiers, acting temporarily as police officers, quickly secured the property as they released hounds in hope of tracking the gunmen down. Medical personnel were like maggots, swarming all over the Swiss cheese like bodies of Mr. And Mrs. Russell. The chief medic, pronounced the Minister of Foreign Affairs’ condition as extremely critical, he was still alive, but only just. Sir Jesse Russell was loaded into an army Bell 206 Medical Helicopter and rushed to the Copacabana Naval Medical Facility, a 20-minute flight north. Mrs. Russell was sent to Sarnia Memorial Hospital, also by airlift. Unfortunately, both of their children were pronounced dead at the scene, with the preliminary cause of death ruled as massive blood loss due to their bodies being riddled with round of various calibers and then doused in gasoline and set ablaze.


1700 – November 2nd 2005
Chairman’s Address to the Nation

“Loyal and dedicated citizens of our Holy Empire of Saint Fedski, as I’m sure you’re all aware of by now, the life of our Minister of Foreign Affairs, Sir Jesse Russell was attempted to be taken in a ruthless act of terror by gunmen from The Free Land of Plympton-Wyoming. It is with deep sadness that I announce the loss of our beloved minister, his wife, Larissa Russell and their two children, Jack and Jane Russell. I praise the efforts of the rescue teams who fought so valiantly to get the Russell family to the hospital, and I praise the many doctors and nurses for working endless hours to keep them alive. Let us have a national moment of silence, and have the flags lowered to half-mast for ten days, representing the ten years Sir Russell spent as Minister of Foreign Affairs.

On the issue of justice, we will seek it. There are some people out there who feel jealous of our glorious nation, who feel threatened by our peaceful nation and people who live to hate our admirable nation. For such atrocities, we shall defend ourselves. WE SHALL PROTECT OUR CITIZENS from such acts of cowardice in the future. It is one thing to attack from the front, man-to-man, at least that can be respected, but as for attacking a family, forcing them at gunpoint to act against their beliefs, is an act of cowardice and cannot be respected. It is our duty to protect ourselves and seek justice against those involved. Reserves will be mobilized as the hunt for these killers intensifies, any barrier in our way will be crossed, and anybody protecting these vicious criminals will face the full wrath of the law. WE WILL STOP AT NOTHING UNTIL JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED!”

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c'mon....someone post something

The Aequatian Republic would like to convey its most sincere condolences to the nation of Saint Fedski for their terrible loss in such a tragic way. We also would also like to take this moment to declare our nation's support to the government of Saint Fedski for quelling such a violent and despicable rebellion which has no respect for human life and knows nothing of compassion. Aequatian forces would be willing to help in the defence of personal security and freedom to the loyal citizens of your nation.

President Elsa Berger,
The Federal Republic of Aequatio

To: President Elsa Berger
From: Chairman Gary Girardi

The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski would like to thank The Federal Republic of Aequatio for their support. We will stop at nothing until the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski is once again a powerful and peaceful nation. If help is needed in rounding up this scum, we will not hesitate to ask our friends in Aequatio and if we are in a position to offer something in return (say maybe help conquering Darvainia) we will not hesitate to offer.

The man sat there in his chair, drumming his fingers on the desk of his office. He was far within the Amerathian land, watching the official announcement over the broadcast.

"Sad times when whole families are murdered."

The secretary that just came in held back the comment she was so dying to say about how he had ordered the conscriptions many times before. But for now, she just layed down a stack of papers on his desk and left.

The man drummed his fingers more before speaking, "Secretary", she hated that, she wished he would at sometime finally use her name respectfully. "Please bring me the communications units"

She almost snorted in disgust at him, "Yes Sir."
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And so here it was that the man was typing on the communications unit (you know it better as a type writer), quickly writing out a statement for this... He immedietly had it transfered out for deliverance to this nation in need.
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"Fellow nation.. I can't help but notice your tradgic loss, we would gladly help your hunt for these traitorous few who try to sever your links to.. economical advantages.. If you would let us, we could probley give up a few of our veteran line troopers, I assure you, they could help this matter if needed."

The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski wishes to thank Amerath for its support. We will review your offer and get back to you in time.

Sincerely,
Madam Robynne Hay, Minister of Defence

OOC: I got hold of that, that's why I deleted the post before my last one. I put my nation in there so that you can know.

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The Government of Kahanistan condemns the murderous and barbaric terrorist acts against your official. We will deploy one battalion of Imperial Marines and two Republic Guards battalions, for a total of 1,500 troops, to hunt down and hang from the testicles these degenerate terrorist savages.

We wish we could provide more, but we are currently engaged in hostilities at home, and while peace is at hand a sudden deployment of large numbers of troops will weaken our defenses and embolden our enemies.

Defense Minister Abdul-Rahman bin Muhammad

To: Sir Braden Bass, Minister of Law & Order, The Holy Republic of Saint Fedski
From: Lord Baldwin de Brut, Lord Constable, Kingdom of Listeneisse

The Royal Constabulary of the Kingdom of Listeneisse expresses its sorrows and regrets that your nation recently suffered from an act of assassination. Our condolences to the family and friends of Sir Jesse Russell, his wife Larissa, and their children Jack and Jane. We understand his wife was a subordinate in your department. Surely her presence will be missed.

The Kingdom of Listneisse would like to share any list of suspected persons you may have related to this terrorist organization so we can ensure they may be stopped if they try to cross to our country. If there are suspects that need to be detained already in our country, we can also work on extradition.

We would also like a dossier on the origin, motive, and organization of this group, including any criminal records or investigation files. We wish primarily to understand if it is a local or regional terrorist organization, or whether it has more international interests or support.

Sincerely,

Baldwin de Brut
Lord Constable
Kingdom of Listeneisse

OOC: Who's going to RP the terrorists?

What's going to happen is, my military is going to launch a strike, much like israel did to start the six-day war, and dominate the enemy. And hopefully, some foreign nations will get involved to defend Plympton-Wyoming (the rogue nation who sponsored the terrorists). If all goes as planned (St. Fedski winning), The Holy Empire and North St. Clair will launch an attack on the Kingdom of Thorns (see map) and more nations will join (hopefully) and that will keep going until all seven nations of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski are reunited. Although I do have to point out that two of the nations will just surrender due to their limited populations and military but the other two, will fight to the death.

I hope that's how it goes. I currently have some more script to add to this story, so I will add it and it should clear up most questions.

I have it RP'd to where PW is almost eliminated, but some fanatical pockets will still remain until foreign nations can intervene. Or I suppose if no one intervenes on behalf of PW, I will have to RP the defeat of PW and begin the next war myself (which is probably most likely)

(OOC: Post coming for Aequatian deployment, just in the middle of reorganizing my force charts and orders of battle.)

OOC: Don't worry. There's still plenty of time. I'll post the next part of the story right after this post. Please forgive the length of it, my creativity got the best of me.

1710 – November 2nd 2005
After the Chairman’s Address to the Nation

Chairman Girardi paused at the podium for a couple minutes with tears beading in his eyes after he finally finished his emotional speech. He was close with Sir Russell; they had grown up together, gone through school together, and even led a nation together, now it was just Chairman Girardi, his best friend gone, forever. Two of his bodyguards came up to him, and began to bring him to the backstage door to the awaiting helicopter; he was needed in his office immediately (something had gone wrong in Darvainia). As he turned to leave, his guards closed in directly behind him, in the line of fire. The shot was taken just a split second too late, any earlier and it would’ve hit the Chairman in the back of the head, but instead the guard was hit in the head. All hell broke loose as many hidden gunmen opened fire from the crowd at the politicians up on stage. Security forces fired back into the crowd. Bullets flew everywhere, no place was safe. The firefight stopped as suddenly as it has began. Sixteen innocent bystanders were shot and killed, another 20 or so were trampled to death in the stampede, and five members of the Chairman’s security detail were killed. Three gunmen were eventually captured nearby trying to start their getaway van. Under intense interrogation, it was revealed that the eight other attackers had been killed near the stage. According to the gunmen, they were hired mercenaries working for the government of Plympton-Wyoming.

0900 – November 4th 2005
Security Council Meeting

The twenty members of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski Security Council meet to decide what to do against these insurgents.

Chairman Girardi opens the meeting: "We are here to discuss what actions, if any should be taken against these people, due to the recent attempt on my life, I will stay out of the suggestions and listen to advice and then if I disagree with the path we have chosen, I may overrule it. Only senior officials will have the right to voice a balloted opinion. Before the ballots are created, junior officials may voice their opinions. Senior officials will then be given the oppourtunity to amend their opinions. Let the discussion begin."

Madame Robynne Hay: "Good idea Sir. I propose that we increase protection of senior officials, until we are sure that there will be no more attempts on anyone’s life. Secondly, we should immediately issue an alert to the military and have them prepare for an immediate attack against Plympton-Wyoming."

Acting Minister of Foreign Affairs, Andy Nubs: "Our international position is peace. If we were to go out and attack one of our neighbours, it would be a hypocritical action we would lose quite a bit of respect in the international scene. However, with that said, other nations could understand our need to protect ourselves by taking an offensive approach to defense. What happens in the international community all depends on how we justify our action, or inaction."

Sir Braden Bass: "Before we decide anything, we should launch a complete investigation into the incidents. It is our job, in order to maintain peace, to act appropriately by taking out only those responsible. I do not believe we should use these attacks as “justified reason” for attacking the Free Land of Plympton-Wyoming. That would be entirely dishonest and hypocritical due to our peaceful reputation."

Sir Harold Willens: "My position is the same as Sir Bass’. It is our job to promote peace internationally and if we cannot do it nationally, we will lose all respect we have gained internationally. It would be a breach of our constitution if we attacked another nation without a reason and the proper formalities. We should wait until the investigation has been conducted. If it turns out that it was just a small group trying to start a war, they should be our targets, if it turns out that Plympton-Wyoming is responsible, we should bring the issue before the international community."

Gen. Maximus Obliqus: "Either way, our military will be put on immediate alert, the reserves in a defensive role, the regulars ready for an attack. Preparations for an attack have begun and are currently in stride with our contingency plans. I must warn that before contributing our military to an action of such magnitude, could weaken our border defense with the much more aggressive Kingdom of Thorns. I believe a strike, not necessarily an attack, against Plympton-Wyoming is needed to prove we will not take such actions lightly. I propose that we wait a couple days for the preliminary results of the investigation and if all signs point towards Plympton-Wyoming as being responsible, a full out assault should be launched."

Adm. Ken Murphy: "I agree with my colleague here, however our Navy is currently over stretched with our forces being in Concremo, Darvainia and on their way back from Abu Dhabi. Before any action is taken, we should withdraw from one of the areas of operation and use the manpower from that, to protect our border."

Madam Fleur Summers: "A retaliatory strike should be launched against Plympton-Wyoming immediately whether they actually supported the attacks or not. By doing so, a warning will be sent out that we are not to be messed with by either terrorist organizations, or meddling countries."

Chairman Girardi: Does anyone have any more opinions to speak before we go to a vote?

“I do Sir.” The Deputy Chairman Louis Riel announces. “Why not compromise? We could alert the military to full readiness, while conducting a through investigation. If I recall correctly, one of our contingency plans calls for a small strike to be turned into a major assault. Therefore we could put everybody on alert, investigate and launch a small strike that can be turned into a full-blown assault pending the preliminary results of the investigation.”

Chairman Girardi: Well that sounds like a proposal. The votes will either be for or against that. A one-hour recess will be granted for us to collect our thoughts. If the vote is against, voting will begin on the previous four suggestions.

1015 – Voting Begins

Chairman Girardi: I hope everyone has had his or her questions answered. Voting will now begin. All in favour of the compromise say ‘aye’.

“Aye”

“All against say ‘nah’.”

“Nah”

“Well then, we have our answer. Sixteen votes for, three votes against. My vote finds this decision entirely acceptable,” Chairman Girardi observed, “therefore let the preparations begin!”

1700 – November 9th 2005
Office of Chairman Girardi, Security Council is present

“Ladies and gentlemen, the preliminary results of the investigation are in,” Sir Bass exclaims joyfully. “It has been found that Plympton-Wyoming has indeed sponsored these attacks. We must now prepare for war as quickly as possible. General, when can we attack?”

“Tomorrow at dawn. If you will please excuse us, the Admiral and I have to make some arrangements.”

“May I remind everyone that there is to be no contact with the media? We rely on the element of surprise if we want to win this war as quickly as possible. God forbid that they should get wind of this before our attack starts, we could be in for a long war, brutal fight.” Chairman Girardi added before the session ended.

0100 – November 10th 2005
Office of Gen. Obliqus

“I’ve got the feeling this is going to turn sour, quite sour.” Gen. Obliqus muttered to himself.

“What was that Max?” Adm. Murphy asked.

“We’ll need complete thunderclap surprise if we want to overwhelm them. They have a greater population, and a lot more fighting soldiers than we have. Although they aren’t as well equipped or as well trained, they have a lot of experience fighting as mercenaries overseas. They’re main base is around the city Wyoming. Attack planes will need to ruin their air force before it can get off the ground, then we’ll need to seize vital areas around Wyoming.”

“Why don’t we launch two pronged attack? We can use the A-10 Thunderbolts to soften up the targets, then we can use our crack mountain units to attack in the west, and use our armour and light units to sweep around from the east. I know it isn’t what our contingency plan states, but I believe it’s simpler and will be more flexible.”

“Ok, now lets say we launched an airborne assault on Wyoming International Airport as well, to outflank them I bet they wouldn’t expect an entire troop to land right there under their noses. Another idea would be to get North St. Clair involved in this as soon as possible as they have a relatively strong military for their size and they’re constantly at war with P-W. Someone should get there right away" Gen. Obliqus stated drearily . “This might actually work out.”

“Great idea, I’ll fly right to St. Clair and meet with their Department of Defence.” Adm. Murphy told his colleague as he walked briskly through the door towards his office.

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Lt. Colonel Linda Morris, one of the Kahanistan Republic Guard battalion commanders, stepped out of the back of her military hauling truck. She was in the northern part of Plympton-Wyoming, with no clue about the locations of the terrorists.

She radioed the intelligence ministry in St. Fedski.

"St. Fedski Intelligence Ministry? This is Colonel Morris, Kahanistan Republic Guard. We're in Plympton-Wyoming, do you have any locations of suspected terrorist bases?"

She waited for a response, her AK-74 held tightly across her body.

Colonel Morris,
All known terrorist training camps in the area are in the Kingdom of Thornz, near the military city of Al-Bushra. All attempts of attacking the camp have been met with fierce resistance from the large Thornian military. These particular terrorists were hired mercenaries from another nation which has yet to be determined.

--Raymond Franks, Chief, Intelligence Bureau, Holy Empire of Saint Fedski

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OOC: For everyone invovled in this, yes it is a lot of reading, but I tried to make it detailed and well explained in order to keep confusion to a minimum. The last chapter of the story will be titles "Corunna Area" after that, foreign militaries may begin intervening.

"Very well, we can call in an airstrike on Al-Bushra with four MiG-29's, but they'll take about eight hours to get there. Copy if you have any objections."

"You may proceed at your own risk. They have heavy defences protecting their main military base. The Intelligence Bureau claims that they have a massive underground complex including hangers, warehouses and ballistic missiles. The air defence reportedly consists of at least 15 THAAD TMD long range/high altitude anti-aircraft missile batteries. That is all the information our agent was able to get before he was discovered and publicly tortured. His whereabouts are currently unknown. The Armed Forces of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski (Republic of New McFarland and Republic of North St. Clair) engage in only limited border clashes with the Kingdom of Thorns. Back in the big breakup, most of the Armed Forces supported that cause and are therefore well trained, technologically advanced, and numerically superior to the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski. Your attack would throw them for a loop. You best chance at success will be to fly directly from Sombra to Al Bushra as quickly as possible and at the lowest altitude possible. Good Luck"

--Raymond Franks

Four MiG-29 fighter-bombers took off from Al-Qamar Air Force Base in eastern Kahanistan. They headed for Sarnia to refuel and give their pilots a chance to rest before the bombing run. A fifth plane, a MiG-31 flown by the squadron commander, arrived fifteen minutes later.

The squadron commander opened a frequency to Sarnia. "Lt. Mike Giorgos, Epsilon Squadron, 4th Wing, 11th Fleet, requesting permission for myself and four other MiG's to land and refuel."

"Lieutenant Giorgos, this is Sarnia Air Traffic Control. Do you copy? Over."

"Loud and clear Sarnia Control. Over"

"Due to unforseen circumstances, you will be unable to land in Sarnia. Follow the coast West towards Copacabana Naval Air Station. They will land you. Good luck Lieutenant. Over"

"Shit." He opened a frequency to Copacabana. "Kahanistan air squadron, requesting to land five MiG's at Copacabana Naval Air Station to refuel. Over."

"Roger Kahanistan. Approach from the East, land on runway 0637 and taxi to hanger 94. A bus will meet you there and will take you to your quarters. When you finish your rest, your aircraft will have been refueled and armed. Former General Howard Mercer, Kahanistans ambassador to the Holy Empire, is awaiting your arrival. See you soon Kahanistan Squadron. Over and out."

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"Fellow nation.. I can't help but notice your tradgic loss, we would gladly help your hunt for these traitorous few who try to sever your links to.. economical advantages.. If you would let us, we could probley give up a few of our veteran line troopers, I assure you, they could help this matter if needed."

The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski would be grateful if Amerath would send some troops in the future. It would be even better if it was a platoon or so of commandos or very experienced soldiers.

Your's truly
Madam Robynne Hay, Minister of Defence

The Kahanistan planes landed in Copacabana, following the air traffic controller's directions. "Roger. Landing at Runway 0637, taking cab to Hangar 94, RV with Ambassador Mercer."

After they landed, Lt. Giorgos saluted the ambassador. "Sir. We believe you have greater intel on the situation than we do, being closer to the action. You must have been briefed on the plan to attack Al Bushra with an airstrike."

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On a side note. Saint Fedski, your "Order of Battle" link doesn't work.

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On a side note. Saint Fedski, your "Order of Battle" link doesn't work.
OOC: That's because I am currently updating it. Sorry.

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"No," said Ambassador Mercer. "I really don't have any intel that the St. Fedski Government doesn't have. Did you talk to them?"

"No, General. I got briefed before I took off and one of the ground officers called in an airstrike I am to make against Al Bushra. She had some intel from the St. Fedski government. Morris, I think her name was."

Mercer beckoned to a St. Fedski officer. "This young man is to attack Al Bushra with his MiG's. Give him what information you have, in as much detail as possible."

"Sirs, with all do respect I cannot tell you. The intelligence is classified information. However, I was on my way over to get you; the air base commander, Air Marshall Tom Hoffman wants to see you in his office. If you'll follow me to the awaiting jeeps please sirs. This way" The young lieutenant said as he bowed slightly and began walking towards three jeeps humming quielty at the end of the hanger.

Lieutenant Giorgos gritted his teeth. He understood the need for security measures in war, but he was an ally with a need to know. He followed the lieutenant and hopped into one of the jeeps.

"Sirs, we are going to the command centre. It's a 10 minute drive down the road. It's so far away incase the airfield comes under attack, the it has a better chance of not being hit. Over there on the left," He points to a large grey conrete building with huge sliding doors and a sloped concrete ramp leading towards the doors. "is the machine shop. We repair and modify planes from many different nations there. It is currently being expanded to incoporate the manufacturing process."

The three jeeps arrive at a beautiful, huge victorian style building with 6 massive white collumns supporting the roof. As the jeeps drive through the gate, they turn left in the driveway infront of the building and go around to the back door.

"This is main entrance for VIPs. Avoids the hassle of security screens."

As the jeeps pull up and stop at the back door, Raymond Franks (Chief of the Intelligence Bureau), Madam Robynne Hay (Minister of Defence), Air Marshall Tom Hoffman, and Admiral Ken Murphy (Deputy Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces) are waiting to greet their guests.

"Mr. Mercer, nice to see you again sir." Franks says as he extends his hand to shake Mercer's.

"Gentlemen, please follow me to the War Room for your briefing." Admiral Ken Murphy orders.

Mercer shakes Franks' hand and nods curtly. He then follows Lt. Giorgos and Admiral Murphy to the briefing room. They sit down next to each other. They eagerly await the briefing.

The group of men and women filter into the large, cavernous room with a huge crystal chandalier hanging in the middle.

"May I get anyone a drink? The young Lieutenant asks.

"No thank you. We don't have time. You are dismissed." Admiral Murphy replies impatiently.

"Yes sir!" he says crisply as he snaps his heels together, does a 180 degree turn and walks back out the big oaks doors, closing them behind him.

"Gentlemen, I brought you here to discuss the raid on Al Bushra. It is a military city, meaning that it is an extremely large military installation. There are no civillians within 50 kilometers of it. It is defended by at least fifteen THAAD TMD long range/high altitude anti-aircraft missile batteries and dozens, if not hundreds of mobile batteries as well. We were able to get a safer way, still heavily guarded, but not as heavy as others, to the base. Once you load up into your planes, you will fly to Sarnia which will be checkpoint Alpha, then change course to Sombra, checkpoint Kappa, then you will dive to the lowest possible altitude, and fly directly to Al Bushra. They have three large hangers there. Those are your targets. Any questions?"

Lieutenant Giorgos shook his head. "No, I get everything. But if we had known there were no civilians for 50 kilometers, we would have brought nerve gas. But we think the MiG's' conventional weapons will suffice."

He saluted the generals and admiral and left. Outside he waited for a ride back to the air station and his MiG to commence the attack.

"Lieutenant, before you go, there is something you must know. You aircraft have been towed to a concealed airstrip. The Kindom of Thorns has eyes and ears here. This should make it look like they went to the shop for work." Madam Hay informed him before he got out the door.

Two Bell 206 Helicopters with civillian markings were awaiting the men at the back door.

"Gentlemen, these helicopters will take you to your aircraft. The maps you need will be handed to you on the helicopters. Oh yes, and before I forget, if you are shot down, and captured, take these. They will prevent you from talking. We will not acknowledge your presence in the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski, nor will we launch a rescue assault to retrieve you. You are entirely on your own. Good luck and god speed." Madam Hay extended her hand to Lieutenant Giorgos.

"What are these?" asked the lieutenant, taking the object from Minister Hay. "And why do I get the very distinct feeling I won't like it?" He walked toward the helicopter and started to board...

As the helicopters begin to take off, gunfire and explosions are heard in the distance. Everybody looks out to the left just in time to see four armoured personnel carriers and two Leopard 2 tanks streaking across base firing at something in the distance. The government officials from the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski wave good-bye from the ground below. In just a matter of minutes, the helicopters will be at the secret location.

They landed in the secret location a couple minutes later.

"Here we are guys." Admiral Murphy said before they landed.

"And to answer your question, those tablets will kill you. We cannot afford to have you caught. You know too much." He shouted from one of the helicopters as they took to the sky.

The pilots arrived at the secret spot and then boarded their MiG's. From the base, they headed for Sarnia as directed, then changed course for Sombra. After they arrived over Sombra, they nosedived to a harrowing 150 meters above ground, coming dangerously close to clipping the trees and water.

At the time they arrived near Ackadan, they remembered the long-range anti-air missile batteries. Lieutenant Giorgos opened a channel to his pilots.

"Vulture One to all units. We are approaching the target. You have six air-to-air missiles each, make them count." The missiles fired on Al Bushra, detecting the missile batteries with the MiGs' radar. Thirty missiles fired on fifteen batteries should leave only the mobile batteries. They hoped.

"Now, bomb the hangars." The MiG's soared to 300 meters at full speed over the hangars. One MiG was shot in the left wing and crash-landed about four kilometers from the city. Another crashed right into the center hangar, taking it out along with the MiG. Another managed to drop its bomb on another hangar, but was immediately shot down.

Lt. Giorgos hailed the sergeant piloting the only surviving MiG-29. "We've only got one hangar left. Should we leave and get help or try to knock it down? If we fail, St. Fedski won't know. If we succeed, we'll be heroes."

"Lieutenant, maybe we should hail Kahanistan Command. Give them the intel we learned, maybe they'll bring in gas or even a nuke for this."

"Decided. Break and retreat." The last MiG-29 was shot in the right wing and the pilot ejected. He landed six or seven kilometers north of Al Bushra. Giorgos' MiG-31 retreated from battle, heading for Plymton-Wyoming. He knew that about 1,500 troops of Kahanistan were still there, looking to engage the troops there. He hailed Kahanistan Command.

"Command, this is Giorgos. Al Bushra is more fortified than we thought, but there are no civilians. Four MiG-29's are down, seems we hit most if not all of the long-range anti-air and two of the three hangars. We need reinforcements, another MiG squadron or even a whole wing for this."

Casualties
Thornian
10 Static Missile batteries hit (4 beyond repair)
5 Mobile Missile batteries destroyed
16 AA guns destroyed
2 Self-propelled AA guns destroyed
2 Hangers destroyed, 1 damaged
145 Killed
200 Wounded
37 Aircraft destroyed
22 Tanks destroyed
Kahanistanian
4 MiG-29s
4 Pilots

"Great job Lieutenant!!" Admiral Murphy shouted with excitement over the radio. "The mission was 90% successful. A complete report will be wired to where ever you land. A C-12 Huron will fly you back to Copacabana where you will be debriefed. Your MiG will be transported via ship to Copacabana."

The remaining MiG limped back to the Republic of New McFarland, landing at the Sombra Municipal Airport.

During the attack, an AWAC from the Republic North St. Clair was flying nearby monitoring the action on the ground and relaying the information to Copacabana Airbase.

A report was faxed to the Sombra Municipal Airport for Lt. Giorgos:
Mission 90% Success. Two hangers destroyed. One hanger apparently damaged. Ten static SAM sites hit. Remaning details classified. No further attacks necessary.

Giorgos radioed Colonel Morris, the battalion commander of the Kahanistanian Republic Guards, who was still in Plymton-Wyoming. She said that she would try to rescue the two downed pilots who landed far from Al Bushra and probably weren't captured... yet. Of the other two, one had crashed right into a hangar and the other was shot down right over the city. They had not ejected and were certainly dead. The others had been trained to pose as civilians. They weren't going to take the cyanide pills unless capture was inevitable, and then they would take them. She cautioned that it might be five to seven days before she could figure a way into the kingdom, though...

Giorgos and his MiG landed near Sombra. He figured landing in Plymton-Wyoming might not be such a good idea even if there were 1,500 friendly troops camped there.

He radioed Admiral Murphy and requested pickup and his MiG to be transported. He was not in a good mood. His first command and two of his pilots were dead and two probably doomed...

OOC: Can anyone give me our technology limits?

The same old man sat up, staring at the reply from Saint Fedski, he sighed at it and picked up his phone.

"Comrade-Advisor Kindal of Amerath Intelligence Core Primus? Yes, this is Comrade-Consular Karkel.. Yes, big things are afoot.. Yes, they also seem to be having problems with terrorists.. right.. I'll send it right way Comrade-Advisor.."

Karkel put down the phone and promptly shuffled throught the objects of his desk, producing a paper and a pen. He wrote down the following to be sent to the Empire of Saint Fedski...

"Noble Nation, we understand your need. I have recieved authorization to aide you in anyway that the Grand Empire of Amerath can be useful. We can send commandos, or rather, our variation of it. But if you need us to, we could dispatch a .. larger force to confront any enemies head on. We will monitor the situation closely and wait for your reply....
-From the Grand Empire of Amerath's Intelligence Core Primus
-Consular Karkel "

OOC: <snip>
Rules:

1. Please use only what is currently in service or has been in service or is under testing. No superduper tanks or spaceships or junk like that. Custom designs of ships from DMG Military Industries will be allowed due to the fact that they are generally fairly realistic to current times.

2. No nuclear weapons, this is a straight conventional conflict.

3. Have fun. I sure will.
There's the constraints Amerath.

The plane was waiting with its engines already running as Giorgos landed in Sombra.

A Sergeant of the Airport Security drove over to the parked MiG with 3 members of the security detail.

"Sir. Get in the jeep." The Sgt. ordered Lt. Giorgos. "Get in the bloody jeep now."

Lt. Giorgos seemed to be taking his sweet time.

"Go get his ass." The Sgt. ordered to his men as they jumped out of the jeep, and forcefully threw Giorgos into the vehicle.

The jeep sped off to the awaiting aircraft. Four military officers were waiting at the bottom of the ladder for them to arrive. The jeep arrived but didn't even stop as Giorgos was literally man handled out of the jeep and into the C-12 Huron.

"What the hell is going on?" Giorgos demanded angrily.

"We are under orders to get you back as quickly as possible. You are needed right away in Sarnia, the capital.

In the Huron...

Giorgos was furious. His first command had turned into a suicide mission and he was hauled into a plane, practically kidnapped. He put the cyanide pill into his mouth, but was not going to swallow it until he knew what was going on. They might be enemies, for all he knew. On the other hand, they might be allies. He decided he needed to know more first. He asked one of the soldiers on the plane what was going on and why the show of force.

"OK, what's with the grabbing? I thought we were allies."

"Your mission was classfied. We cannot have you seen by our enemies. We are sorry but it had to be done quickly and well, you were taking your time."

A little while later the plane lands at the secret strip in near Copacabana which seems to have turned into a small armed camp. Armed guards seemed to be everywhere but there were some familiar faces waiting near a tent.

"Welcome back Lieutenant." Admiral Murphy said as he turned around and walked into the tent. "As you know, your mission was a success. But what you don't know is that one of your men was captured and the other is still on the run. We are arranging a small force of our Elite Guards to go in and extract him. His location is currently just outside of the 50km military zone surrounding Al Bushra. We believe that they are mobilising multiple battalions to search for him. As per your comment back in the briefing room about nerve gas, that would be completely against our policies and rules of engagement and we would not have allowed your planes to use our airspace had they been armed with such weaponry, therefore the reason we did not tell you about the 50km radius of Al Bushra."

A vehicle is heard to be speeding in the compound and stops just outside the tent. Within a matter of seconds, a pleased Mr. Mercer walks in.

OOC: Mr. Mercer is pleased for a couple reasons: he is a highly regarded ambassador and therefore privvy to much more information than most ambassadors (he knows how much this strike actually meant. It may not seem like much to Giorgos, but it was actually very important and Mercer knows this). The mission was a success. and there is a rescue mission for the uncaptured pilot.

The lieutenant angrily spat out his cyanide pill. "You could have gotten me killed!" he shouted at Admiral Murphy. "I was this close to swallowing it, I didn't know if your guys were friend or enemy. Be more careful next time."

He calmed down somewhat. "As for my guy who was captured, did he swallow his pill? I ordered him to do it only if capture were inevitable. We're not suicide bombers."

"And... is there another mission for me?"

Adm. Murphy
"To be honest Giorgos, I have no clue at the moment if he swallowed his pill or not. That intel should be coming in shortly I'd assume. You will be notified immediately upon our reception of said information. Secondly, we do have a mission for you. As you are familiar with the area, you will lead a future, large scale attack on it by Fedskian forces if you wish. Also as you know we are preparing a rescue mission for you sole remaining pilot, you may choose to tag along with that although on the scale of things, your rank of Lieutenant woud mean nothing."

0400 – North St. Clair Sector
City of St. Clair

“Everybody, I called you here so early to let you know the call has come. The Republic of New McFarland is attempting to reunite the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski. Plympton-Wyoming is being attacked and Chairman Girardi has asked if we can spare the troops to launch an assault on the town of Corunna. We have been preparing for this day since the conference way back in January and I’m sure we’ll agree to send our troops to battle, but protocol demands a meeting and here’s the meeting. I, Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau motion to open formal hostilities against the Free Land of Plympton-Wyoming in hopes of once again returning the Holy Empire Of Saint Fedski to glory.”

“I second the motion.” Paul Martin, Minister of Foreign Affairs, coolly states.

“All in favour?” The Prime Minister asks in a rather impatient way.

Everyone in the room raises their hands, except for one person.

“All opposed?” Trudeau asks, following formalities.

Hugo Chavez, Minister of Public Relations and a prominent personality of the large minority Calcs, raises his hand. “Sir I as a Calc and a responsible member of the government cannot approve of this matter. As you are all aware Plympton-Wyoming is predominantly Calc, and back before the disintegration, the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski was very oppressive towards our people. It is my opinion, and that of the 10 million other Calcs in North St. Clair, that we oppose any further attempts at reunifying the Holy Empire.”

“Very well Hugo, your disapproval has once again been put on record and as per the precedent, you are relieved of your duties as a Minister and will be forced to push paper for the duration…”

“Seeing as time is quite crucial to the outcome of this conflict,” Art Eggleton, Minister of Defence interrupted, “I must suggest that we stop bickering amongst ourselves before it starts and concentrate on the matter at hand. I met with Admiral Ken Murphy, who is the Deputy Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski, he proposed that we launch a quick, penetrating strike into the heart of Plympton-Wyoming his suggestion was Corunna. Once we control Corunna, Wyoming will be completely surrounded and cut off from the other three-quarters of the country.”

“I concur with Art, he has never led us down the wrong path and I know will never intentionally do that. We must act now if we want in, if not it may be too late and all hell could break loose in the area yet again.” Joe Clark, the Deputy Prime Minister, forcefully agreed.

“There you have Gentlemen, let’s get this show on the road. Art, get everybody set up, we move at 7:30am. Joe, you get in contact with Sarnia, tell them we’re on board and have them fax a plan to Art. Everybody else, lets assume our duties. This meeting is adjourned.” A loud thud rang through the meeting hall as Trudeau slammed the gavel down.

OOC: Two or three more chapters before international combat can open up.

A Kahanistan Lieutenent Colonel walked up to Giorgos. "You really want to hold your temper with superior officers, even foreign allies," she said. "As for your command skills, I did no better on my first mission as a lieutenant. Trust me, it never gets easier, losing someone under your command."

She withdrew a small silver insignia bar from her pocket. "You will become a First Lieutenant. It's the least I could do." She pinned the insignia on Giorgos' collar. "Keep your wits about you. I'll be accompanying you in this mission, if it's all right with the Fedskies." She looked over to the St. Fedski soldiers.

A Captain of the Elite Guards smiled as he looked back at Kahanistanian Lieutenant Colonel, "My mission to rescue one of your men, beginning tomorrow at dawn?"

The colonel smiled back. OK... am I welcome on this mission or not? She extended her hand to the captain. "Colonel Nadia Sklenova, a veteran of the Xirnium conflict."

Giorgos looked at her and the captain. So that's where I heard of her... there's something heroic about fighting against impossible odds...

"So," said Sklenova, "am I coming on this mission or not? I understand that Lt. Giorgos will be leading, I'm technically higher ranking but I'd only be with him as an advisor?"

"I'm sorry. I do not know which mission you are talking about as I am leading a mission tomorrow to rescue one of your fallen compadres. The Lieutenant is welcome to come along but he is not leading it. Is this the mission you are talking about?" The confused Captain inquired.

"The large scale attack that the Admiral spoke of," the colonel replied.

"One second please. I'll go get the admiral."

The captain walked into the tent where Admiral Murphy was organizing some papers.

"Excuse me Sir. The Kahanistanian Colonel would like to speak to you about some attack. Should I send her in?"

"Alright Captain, send her in."

"Yes Sir." The Captain replied as he clicked his heels and bowed slightly, did a crisp 180 degree turn and walked back outside. "The Admiral will see you now Ma'am."

The colonel saluted the Admiral and smiled. "Sir, am I to be sent on the attack that you spoke of? A 'large scale attack' that you spoke of with Lieutenant Giorgos? He would be leading the attack, but his area, as is mine really, is in commanding air units. I'm the more experienced officer, but if he is commanding, I'd only be with him as an advisor of sorts."

OOC: The attack she's referring to is in post #51.
OOC2: The link to your Angelfire page acts funny. Maybe it's just my computer?

"Colonel, the young Lieutenant here is leading the attack, not commanding it. I am sorry I was not clear about that before. It will be his responsibility to select targets, work out the planning, all the logistics and whatever else he needs to do. It is his mission, however, once the attack force is in the air, the designated officer will take command of the force but Lieutenant Giorgos will still be in charge of selecting targets or ignoring them. If that makes anything clearer."

OOC: I knew which attack you were talking about, just your Colonel asked a soldier, not Admiral Murphy. And AF link works fine for me. TG the problems you are having with it.

TO: Chairman Gari Giraldid & the People of Saint Fedski
FROM: USNSEA Minister of Foreign Affairs Joshua Lin
RE: Assassination of Sir Jean Russell

Dear Mr. Giraldi and the Good People of Saint Fedski,

I, Joshua Lin, Foreign Affairs Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeastasia, condemn the actions of the Fedskian rebels. We wish to help, but unfortunately, with our armed forces tied up in the conflict with the Corporate Entente, we are unable lend aid. Sir Jesse Russell was a good man that served your nation well, and the people of Southeastasia have his respect. May he not be forgotten.

Sincerely,
His Excellency,
USNSEA Minister of Foreign Affairs
Joshua Lin

OOC: Aequatio, where are your SCAR members? We are waiting to brief them on what to do so in the conflict I have.

"Thanks for clearing up that misunderstanding." Sklenova saluted the Admiral and left.

Meanwhile, Lt. Giorgos waited for the St. Fedski soldiers he was to guide to the other targets.

"Damn, these people just like to leave before I can finish what I'm saying." The Admiral thought to himself.

"Oh Colonel, before you go, the upcoming assault won't take place until the business with Plympton-Wyoming is dealt with as all of our forces are tied up there and in Darvainia, and soon to be involved in Naos Cole. And please let me finish what I'm saying before you walk off next time. Dismissed."

Colonel Morris, Colonel Jacobs, and Colonel Parker of the Imperial Marines, and their battalions, were fanning out, patrolling northern Plymton-Wyoming, when they were fired on by unknown assailants... Assuming them to be members of the Plymton-Wyoming terrorist gang who had savaged the St. Fedski Foreign Minister and his family, they returned fire on the gunmen with their AK's and M-16's... Jacobs radioed the St. Fedski forces.

"We are under fire from unknown assailants, they appear to be armed with AK-47's and some of them have grenade launchers... We believe them to be Plymton-Wyoming soldiers, but all attempts to communicate have failed... Requesting advice or assistance."

Kahanistanian forces, this is Colonel Sam Carr of I Corps of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski. There are currently no friendlies in that sector. Try to capture an officer if you can, intelligence could be priceless. You are advised to clear the area before dawn or else your forces will be at risk. Over.

Consular Karkel stood quietly in the dark room of Amerath's Intelligence Core Primus. It was the child of the Amerathian's desire for information, no matter the cost to get it, that made this room built. Lining every wall seemed to be a station of some sort that made it look like the room was just a vast space of televisions and blinking lights. Karkel stood before one of the stations, next to him was the Advisor, both were watching some news reports they were recieving off the global net about some far away country when the advisor spoke..

"Consular Karkel, the situation with the terrorists in that far off country, whats it's name.. how's it going?"

Karkel sighed, "No reply."

The Advisor spat on the cold surface next to Karkel's feet, then walked off to manage some other type of buisness. Karkel grimmace and turned to walk to the elevators to escape this prison of technology, and return to his desk.

On the way up, Karkel's thoughts wandered, "Does this nation really desire our help?"

"Noble Nation, we understand your need. I have recieved authorization to aide you in anyway that the Grand Empire of Amerath can be useful. We can send commandos, or rather, our variation of it. But if you need us to, we could dispatch a .. larger force to confront any enemies head on. We will monitor the situation closely and wait for your reply....
-From the Grand Empire of Amerath's Intelligence Core Primus
-Consular Karkel "

To: Consular Karkel
From: Chairman Girardi, Head of State, Holy Empire of Saint Fedski
Re: Situation

My apologies for our delayed reply. Things have been very busy around here with all the mobilising and the recent attack on the Al Bushra military city in the Kingdom of Thorns. I would like to accept your offer of assisstance. We need some units that can provide search and rescue operations for downed airman in the Kingdom of Thorns. A member of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski's Elite Guards will be attached to each unit as a liaison officer and to provide vital information that you may not have or that may have been left out of the briefings. Once again, sorry for our late reply. I hope we can still count on your assisstance.

Your's respectfully,
Chairman Gary Girardi, Head of State, Holy Empire of Saint Fedski

OOC: To all, I will post the final chapter tomorrow night. Once it is posted, military operations in this RP can officially begin.

Colonel Parker got on the radio. "St. Fedski I Corps, the attackers broke contact, we have 53 dead and 11 wounded, they have 31 dead and 60 wounded counted so far. We can't read their insignia, so we don't know who are officers, but one of the dead enemy is older, about 50 years old, we think he's an officer because of his age. He had a document in his pocket written in some weird language, I can't read it or even identify which language it is, it might be in code, it's a different alphabet. We'll treat their wounded and try to get intel from them, but our own wounded take priority. Parker out."

"Roger that Parker. A company has been dispatched to your location. Another company has moved in across the border in hopes of cutting the attackers off. Three helicopters will be landing in your vicinity to evacuate the wounded soldiers to an Army Hospital in Petropolis. Anything else we can do for you at this moment? Over."

Consular Karkel smiled at the reply he got, finally, a time to try his army. Karkel picked up the phone again..

"Comrade-Advisor? Yes, we got the reply this afternoon.. What do I think of it sir? Well I think it's an invitation to test out the fast assault soldiers.. yes sir.. The Swooping Hawks... Aye sir. Comrade-Consular Karkel, out."

He hung up his phone and realized his error in the last conversation, the "Comrade-Consular Karkel, out." seemed to be his old military training coming back. He marveled at those days for a short time before setting upon the task to begin writing another draft to send out....

He finished and called in the secretary, who once again, wanted to spit on him, "Send this out right away."

She frowned at him, she wanted to rip his heart out and eat it infront of him, but instead, she just took the paper and moved off towards the communication room.

--Message--
"I believe we have a squadron of our Swooping Hawk soldiers ready to mobilize, they are trained for fast drops from moving aircrafts. If you can get them in, they can do the job. Just send us a place to stage from, and we'll make sure they arrive on time.
-The Grand Empire of Amerath
-Consular Karkel

"Only that we could use some armored vehicles, we've mostly gotten here using transport trucks and a ship. Over." Parker and the other Kahanistan officers fanned out to look for the attackers...

To: Saint Fedski Central Command, Saint Fedski
From: General Saltzman, ARCENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Subject: Aequatian Deployment

By order of our president, Aequatian Central Command will be deploying the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) to be attached to Saint Fedski I Corps. Please provide us with a location to deploy the force to support current operations.

"Parker, leave the area immediately. The lives of your toops are in imminent peril. Feel free to climb aboard all Fedskian vehicles that are near you. they will take you to a safe area for the time being. There is a small supply convoy with 13 M35 trucks, 6 humvees, and 2 tanks about 10 clicks to your NE. I suggest you bust your asses there. I repeat your lives are in imminent peril. Withdraw, withdraw. Colonel Sam Carr. Over and out."
------------------------------------------------------------------
Private Message
To: General Saltzman
From: Maj. General Jaime Brideau

As your infantry are probably tired from their long journey, they will be given some time to rest and gather their wits before they are comitted to battle. However, if you desire some troops in the initial combat, two brigades can be attatched to I Corps and used to do a limited attack in the middle sector of the front. However, Plympton-Wyoming has a large number of forces concentrated in that sector and that's why Fedskian forces are bypassing it in the initial assault.

OOC: My next IC post will contain the final chapters of this story. Any question or concerns before the assault gets started?

OOC: Final chapter?

OOC: Final chapter?
Yes, I have a story written out that I've been posting small parts from throughout the thread. Posts 2, 17, and 52. If you wish I can post the entire thing on my site and link it to it. But it is fairly lengthy.

To: The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski

The Ecclesiarchy would like to offer its elite 3rd Expeditionary Zealot Division (Mot.), under Colonel-Proctor Rathnas, a veteran of the ongoing war against Kraven, to aid in your current internal conflict during your nation's hour of need.

Lord High Polkat
Grand Cardinal of the Ecclesiarchy

Parker had been in combat long enough that when she heard the terms, "imminent peril" she didn't waste any time double-timing it to the northeast. The Republic Guard colonels were less experienced. They didn't start moving until Parker bellowed at them, "Un-ass from here on the double! There's hostiles coming in, thousands of them! Make for the border ASAP!"

The Republic Guards didn't understand exactly what she meant. They fled in terror. This was supposed to be a search mission, not a battle royale. They had neither the weapons nor the desire for an intense battle. They crowded into their trucks and sped off. The few left behind ran on foot as fast as their legs could carry them, and when they tired, they hid.

OOC: No need for it, fedski, was trying to clarify some things.

0600 – November 10th 2005
West Flank
It was 0600; the sun was barely rising above the horizon in the capital, Wyoming, when a noise so loud it could’ve woken the dead was heard. It was the sound of jet engines and helicopter rotors flying low over the city on their way to attack.
As the thunder from the aircraft rolled over the frontline, Major General Jaime Brideau of I Corps blew her whistle signaling her soldiers to begin the assault. The crack mountain soldiers in Colonel Sam Carr’s Troop 1 started advancing through the mountain pass on foot, towards the enemy positions, supported by 40 HMMWVs armed with 12.7mm machine guns and 20 Upgraded Centurion main battle tanks. No sooner had a sergeant radioed the lieutenant that they had crossed the border, he was shot right between the eyes by a sniper. All hell broke loose; mortars exploded, rifles fired, grenades blew up, cannons boomed, people shouted and the wounded screamed and moaned.

“INCOMING”

“GET DOWN! GET DOWN!”

“To the right, fire over there”

“HIT THE DIRT!”

The leading company had run smack into an enemy ambush site. Pre-ranged mortars and artillery rained down all around the position, effectively cutting them off from the rest of the troop. A well-planned crossfire was keeping them pinned down in the rocky outcrop, not to mention cutting them to pieces.

“Corporal, you alright?” Major Harris shouted to the soldier lying in the culvert with him.

“Yes sir.” The corporal questioned.

“I need you to get out of here and deliver a message to B Company. Tell them we are pinned down, taking heavy casualties, we have no radio and need relief immediately. Got that soldier?”

“YES SIR!” The corporal shouted with enthusiasm as he sprinted off. No later had he left then a shell landed in the small culvert where the two had taken refuge. He turned back and all that remained of Major Harris was half of the head and it was still in its helmet. The corporal spun back around on his heels and ran off in the direction of the troop headquarters.

0605 – November 10th 2005
Interior Assault
The ten A-10 Thunderbolts from Eagle Squadron of the First Tactical Army Air Force that had swarmed in from the north-east at ground level quickly pounced on the nearby army base, reducing most of the unsheltered trucks to burning wrecks within a matter of minutes. Then swooping in for another run, the Thunderbolts exploiting their enemy’s surprise quickly decimated all of the known AA gun positions before a single shot was fired in retaliation.
Another ten A-10’s (Hawk Squadron) swarmed to the Plympton-Wyoming International Airport, home of most of the Plympton-Wyoming Air Corps, like locusts on a crop, and shot up all thirty-two Mirage F1 fighters before any even got airborne. Circling overhead, taking out targets of opportunity, the A-10’s provided cover for a formation of four C-130 Hercules aircraft that were flying into sight from the north-west, heading south towards the airport. Just as planned, the Hercules aircraft, each carrying a company of Troop 12, began to land on the long runway. One plane taxied to the left to a large anger, another taxied right to the control tower and administration buildings and the final two kept taxiing towards the terminal. At precisely the same time, the doors and gates of the four planes opened and 480 soldiers simultaneously sprung from their seats and stormed the buildings.

“Let’s go! First squad up the stairs, second squad go over there, third squad hold this position. We move on my order,” Someone was heard shouting during a lull in the hanger melee.

The sound of small arms fire filled the crisp morning air as everyone began to realize that clearing the soldiers of Plympton-Wyoming from the airfield would not be as easy as expected and definitely not the anticipated push over.

With a massive explosion, a fuel depot behind the hanger burst into flames triggering smaller explosions in nearby vehicles and arm caches. A column of armoured vehicles and mechanized infantry was spotted heading towards the airport, likely ordered to secure it before it was attacked. The A-10’s pounced, taking out three M-60 tanks and four or five M113A1 armoured personnel carriers on the first pass. Circling around for a second pass, the Thunderbolts were treated to an unwelcome surprise: a thick smoke screen and a hail of rocket fire. Suffering the first combat loss of an aircraft in nearly a decade came as hard blow to the soldiers watching the attack from the now secure airport, two Thunderbolts were hit by the rockets as they made their pass over the smoke screen; one pilot managed to eject, only to be shot while dangling from his parachute. The remaining eight Thunderbolts pressed home their attack at the now revealed armoured column, knocking out four more M-60s and two M113A1 APC’s before they once again disappeared into a smoke screen. This time however, the Thunderbolts waited until the vehicles reemerged before making another pass, taking out two or three M-60s and five M113A1s. The remaining vehicles turned around, scattered and withdrew in face of fierce harassment from the A-10s.

0630 – November 10th 2005 – East Flank

The thunder of the guns echoed across the plains and across the border into Plympton-Wyoming as the batteries of the Royal Guns artillery brigade fired their first volley. The plan called for a rolling barrage leading up to the initial defence positions of the PWY forces. Following the barrage would be the mechanized infantry of Brigadier Harley Davidson’s 5th Brigade, the 6th Brigade under Brigadier Jason Hout, and the entire 2nd Armoured Brigade. Six A-10 Thunderbolts in three flights of two aircraft each, would provide close air support as needed.

“Our goal is to split off into two prongs, a light attack force is to attack directly to Corunna, while a heavy force is to penetrate all the way to Petrolia. The Corunna force will be numerically superior to the Petrolia force, but will be meant for speed and mobility.” Brig. Davidson explained to his subordinates (including Hout). “I have requested as many C-130 Hercules aircraft as possible. They will provide transport to the paratroopers Lt. Col. Tom Tompson’s brigade who will drop near Corunna and seize a small area before the enemy has a chance to fortify it. Hout, are you alright with that?”

“Yes I am. Although I would like to know how long it will take for the “Corunna force” to reach those troops.”

“I do not know as of yet, I would suggest preparing for two days, but it will more likely be a matter of hours.”

The two brigades quickly advanced deep into enemy territory, occupying many small villages with very few casualties. By 1200, the forces were ready to split. Hout took his brigade and Lt. Col. Wang Chung’s troop west towards Corunna while Davidson took his remaining troops towards Petrolia.

0730 – North St. Clair Sector – Border between NSC and PW

The growls of tanks, the stomping of feet, and the cracks of small arms firing filled the early morning air as the Armed Forces of North St. Clair came to life. Overhead the flights of No. 6 Group’s GR1 Tornados, B-1B Lancers and A-4 Skyhawks covered the dull gray sky. The first assault of the recently modernized armed forces had begun, only time would tell if it was worth the price.

North St. Clair’s 4th Armoured Infantry Brigade and 1st Armoured Regiment led the assault to Corunna. They broke through the greatly under strength Plymptonian border stations. They gobbled up village after village on the mad dash straight towards Corunna. The first operational deployment of paratroopers in the history of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski took place as ten C-130 Hercules aircraft carried nine-hundred soldiers of the 8th Airborne Infantry Brigade to the Corunna area, dropping them in the surrounding fields while GR1 Tornados dove in an out like swallows, picking apart the Plymptonian ZPU-4 Anti-Aircraft guns. Unfortunately for the Northerners, the SAM sites were well hidden and took a toll on the attackers: eight Tornados were hit and one fully loaded Hercules was shot down, not pilots or soldiers escaped.

0900 – North St. Clair Sector – Halfway to Corunna

Thus far, resistance had been relatively minimal, but now the advance units of the 1st Armoured Infantry brigade began to enter Corunna Defence Positions, manned by members of the elite Plymptonian Izrieg Infantry Division. These soldiers are well known to be fanatically dead-set against anything to do with the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski and will fight to the death. Supporting the Izrieg infantry are numerous M-60 Patton tanks, possibly hundreds and pretty close to two hundred pieces of heavy artillery.

1100 – North St. Clair Sector – Corunna city limits

The lead elements of the 4th Armoured Infantry Brigade have been bogged down for almost an hour under intense artillery fire. The defence complex they ran into was far more in-depth than anyone had anticipated. A belt of anti-tank mines kept armour from advancing with the infantry, large bunkers spewed machine gun fire every time they saw movement and snipers, well, they are taking their toll on officers and runners.

Parliament Buildings in North St. Clair

“My god! Look what you go us into Pierre. Our young men are being slaughtered out there. And where are our “allies”? NOWHERE!” Hugo Chavez shouted angrily across the room at Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau. “We must pull our forces back to the border and save what we can of them if we are to have anything left to defend our border against an inevitable counter attack.”

“Now, now Hugo,” The Prime Minister calmly replied. “Our communications department has been monitoring all communication from this building. Every call that has been made has been tracked and listened to. Just after our early council meeting a call was made to Wyoming, from this building. Any idea who made it Hugo?”

“No Sir I don’t. What did they say?”

“Classified information about our plan was leaked to Plympton-Wyoming. That is why we seem to be getting slaughtered.”

“That person should be shot. Even I, totally against this unjust war of imperialism, wouldn’t give up our troops. Contrary to popular belief, I love this nation with all my heart, I just dislike some of the policies.” Hugo shouted at Pierre in anger and disbelief.

“It came from your office Hugo. From your personal phone. From your personal, private, secure line.” He replied with an irritated tone of impatience.

“SIR! You can’t be accusing me! It wasn’t me! I’d never do such a thing.” Hugo shouted nervously.

“I know you wouldn’t Hugo. And I know, and everyone knows it wasn’t you Hugo. Your secretary has been placed under arrest and has been charged with five counts of treason and two counts of aiding the enemy. She will no doubt face the death penalty.”

“THAT BITCH! I SHOULD’VE KNOWN! I never left my door unlocked, she’s been picking it and pouring through my notes hasn’t she? Damn that woman. I’ll kill her.”

“Don’t do anything stupid now, we have a slam dunk case against her. I have made an arrangement with the Justice Department: you will be the sole member of the firing squad. She was the one spreading malicious rumours, and making treasonous phone calls from your line. Ever since she joined your office, she has been closely watched by our security detail. Your name is now officially cleared. You are reinstated as Minister of Public Relations. We look forward to having you…”

Trudeau was interrupted by a buzz from his secretary.

“Sir, there is more news from the front.”

1200 – Corunna Area

A well-planned flank attack from the 2nd and 3rd Armoured Regiments and two brigades of the 30th Infantry Division slipped in between the Plymptonian forces and their command center. The airborne troops have secured the eastern outskirts of Corunna. While the eastern Corunna defences were being outflanked, the “Corunna Force” from the west was streaking towards the action, overtaking the artillery emplacements as they advanced.

Meanwhile, within the city, chaos broke out as the locals, the Plymptonian Army, and airborne troops from both North St. Clair and New McFarland became intermingled and lost. The chaos caused by the arrival of 1290 enemy infantry into supposedly secure rear area gave the Northern flank attack just enough time to slip into the midst of the Plymptonian lines undetected.

1400 – Corunna Area

The area surrounding Corunna was massive smorgasbord of troops, vehicles, civilians and anything else one could imagine. The arrival of the Corunna force just added to the chaos. Regular troops from New McFarland gradually linked up with the various friendly outposts in the city and by 1400, the city had fallen to North St. Clair and New McFarland. Although the city had fallen, the Izrieg infantry and tanks would continue to fight until mid November.

Karkel sighed and looked out his office window into the urban landscape beyond. He was watching all this conflict on a satellite floating above the earth. Although information was slow from the satellites, it was depicting clear chaos.

"Well, atleast they did something worthwhile, I suppose, like fertilizing the ground."

The secretary poked her head in the office, she was wondering if this fool needed her again. "What was that, Consular?" She spat out the word "Consular".

"Nothing."

***Official Military Communication***
To: Military Leadership of Saint Fedski
From: General Anderson

We would be willing to help you fight. We just need to know some specifics about the situation. How many enemies are currently within your boarders? Where are they currently located? Do you have a map of your nation? We are comtemplating sending one of our SCS Marines over for peacekeeping operations. Do not worry, he is well protected from any attacks as his armor is thicker than most standard body armor and can wield 2 of our SMG's and/or Hanguns at once.

If you want information about our SCS Marine, you can visit the official government web site at http://www.thenetwork.95mb.com/Shazbotdom.

To: General Anderson
From: General Maximus Obliqus, Commander in Chief Armed Forces, Holy Empire of Saint Fedski
Re: Assisstance

General,

To answer your questions, there are no longer enemies within the Republic of New McFarland (the heart of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski). However, three rogue nations, former members of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski, are in conflict with the Republic of New McFarland. They three nations are: The Kingdom of Thorns, The Free Land of Plympton-Wyoming and The Confederacy of the Fish. We are currently launching an invasion of Plymton-Wyoming. Currently we are walking all over our enemies with help from North St. Clair, Kahanistan, Xirnium, Aequatio and Findan. We must unfortunately request you do not send assisstance unless it is in humanitarian aid and temporary security for the civilians of Plympton-Wyoming. We appreciate your offer though.

Your's faithfully,
General Maximus Obliqus, Commander in Chief Armed Forces, Holy Empire of Saint Fedski

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Office of the President

From: President Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if
To: Chairman Gary Girardi

In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful,

From what information has made it back to Kahanistan, our allies have eradicated the terrorist savages from the Kingdom of Thorns and Plymton-Wyoming, who were murdering, raping, and torturing government officials and their families.

However, we grow concerned at the course this war is turning. If Plymton-Wyoming does not wish to be part of the Holy Empire, why must it be drawn in by force? Does it not deserve the same sovereignty and right to self-determination that St. Fedski and its allies enjoy?

The Supreme Soviet is currently debating on whether or not to continue aid. The prevailing view is that we will defend against attacks, but will likely not engage in any future offensives against Plymton-Wyoming or the Kingdom of Thorns. Our illustrious MiG pilot, First Lieutenant Mike Giorgos, however, will still be authorized to aid you in plotting targets, but the Kahanistanian troops there will most likely not be used in offensive combat in the future.

If they are to continue aiding you as they do now, I will need strong reasons to convince the Supreme Soviet not to reduce our level of commitment. You may send a delegate or come yourself to testify before the Supreme Soviet on this matter.

Signed,
President Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if

President Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if,

I, Louis Riel, Vice Chairmain of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski and a professional historian will be coming to the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan to explain the situation and the history behind it. Name a place and time and I will make sure I am there.

Your's truly,
Louis Riel, V. Chairman, Holy Empire of Saint Fedski

The President fired off a quick email:

"How is 6:00 PM, Kahanistan time, in the Senate Hall? I'll meet you there."

"Perfect time. I'm on my way."


Louis Riel and his entourage scramble aboard a brand new C-37A Corporate Jetliner. As standard procedure when a senior government official take to the air, a squadron of fighters provides an escort, in this case it is No. 16 Squadron and its 15 F-16 Fighting Falcons, led by Squadron Leader Steven Wine.

"Air traffic control, this is HESF Flight 997 carrying cargo code Victor Iotta Primo (VIP) with priority of pronto. Are we clear to land?"

"Yes, but may we ask why the fighters?"

"Standard procedure when a senior official takes flight. For all we know, Naos Cole could have aircraft between Sarnia and Kahanistan. They are returning to Sarnia though. They are not landing."

The C-37A begins its decent through thick clouds.

"Holy shit! I can't see a bloody thing." The pilot exclaims. "Air traffic control, this is HESF Flight 997, vision is restricted, you will need to guide us down. Over."

To: Saint Fedski Central Command, Saint Fedski
From: General Saltzman, ARCENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Subject: Aequatian Deployment

By order of our president, Aequatian Central Command will be deploying the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) to be attached to Saint Fedski I Corps. Please provide us with a location to deploy the force to support current operations.

Hey Aequatio, I have a question for ya:

Aequatio, where are your SCAR members? We are waiting to brief them on what to do so in the conflict I have.

"We'll set up flares. Move to the western outskirts of Najaster, then descend to 1,000 meters and turn around and slowly descend toward the airport. A military escort will take you to the Senate Hall after landing. ATC out."

"Thank you ATC. Out"

A couple minutes later the plane lands smoothly on the runway and taxis to the designated terminal where everyone gets off and into the awaiting vehicles.

A slim, pretty brunette in military uniform saluted and smiled. "Major Mara Fulton, Kahanistan Republic Guard," she said. "I'm the military escort the ATC mentioned." She motioned for Vice Chairman Riel to follow her into her jeep. "We're going to the Senate Hall for you to meet with the President and Supreme Soviet."

The Meeting

Sirs, I stand before you today to justify the aggressive nature of the war in the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski. Back in the day of the big breakup, the Holy Empire's forces were out fighting in a large scale war leaving the territory back home virtually undefended. Common belief back then was that there was no need for intelligence within our own nation because everything had been peaceful, no riots, protests or attempted revolutions. Waiting for just the right time to strike, a greedy group of military and police officers stagged a coup in the state of Plympton-Wyoming. They used terror tactics and executions to win control of the people. When we recalled our military to put down the coup, Plympton-Wyoming brought in highly mercenaries from other nations to defend againt our "invasion." Our light force was defeated and was forced to concede a large tract of land as it withdrew to position it could hold. The expected counter-attack materialized and was stalled at the present-day border. Since this day, border skirmishes and assassination attempts have been made by mercenaries acting on behalf of the Plympton-Wyoming dictatorship. They still rule through terror and our intelligence reports that the citizens would rather be back in the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski with the Republic of New McFarland. If any nation in the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski wishes to be independant, all they have to do is sign a petition, two-thirds majority wins them independance. An example of this is the Republic of North St. Clair. They voted for indepence and are now our closest allies. In conclusion, I hope you can see clearly and will continue to support the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski. Thank you for your time."

Louis Riel walked back to his seat and sat down with a sigh.

Senator Crowley, the major opponent of Kahanistanian continued intervention, nodded. "I will withdraw my objections to intervening in Plymton-Wyoming. But what is the situation with the Kingdom of Thorns? Why are they the enemy?"

She looked at Vice-Chairman Riel expectantly.

"Senator, The Kingdom of Thorns followed in the footsteps of Plympton-Wyoming. The exact same thing happened, only the Kingdom of Thorns had found some supporters in the army, including some senior officers, which are now in control of the nation. Thorns and Plympton-Wyoming are reluctant allies in the quest to destroy the Republic of New McFarland and North St. Clair. The Kingdom of Thorns has an extremely large military, albeit not to well trained, but that is certainly becoming less true as time goes by. The frequesntly launch minor assaults again our city of Petropolis which they claim is their's."

"I see, Vice Chairman. I will no longer ask the Supreme Soviet to reduce aid. But, you said, reluctant allies. Could Thorns and Plymton-Wyoming be turned against each other? I get the idea they don't get along."

"While the idea of turning them against each other is a good idea, they both have a common enemy they'd rather fight: The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski (Republic of New McFarland and Republic of North St. Clair). We have already tried to increase friction between the nations by using our Elite Guards in their uniforms and allowing them to be seen or discovered in the hope of distracting their attention from us, but that only works for a little while. The two states do not trade nor do they share anything. Their border is heavily guarded and border clashes are not uncommon. There has been one all-out war in their history, but attention shifted as the Confederacy of The Fish began to rebel against the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski using the same tactics the previous nations had and Thorns and Plympton-Wyoming rushed to help them, their war abruptly ended."

"Very well. I think I can persuade the Supreme Soviet to withdraw its objections to further military engagements. We'll sort out the political ramifications of our actions later. Right now, the war must be finished as quickly as humanely possible, preferably in the favor of our allies."

The fight on the Western Flank had not gone very well for the Fedskian soldiers. They had only advanced one kilometer towards Wyoming before dusk. The Fedskian forces were plagued by equipment breakdowns, rock slides and a well planned fighting withdrawl. Casualties had been much more than expected as nearly one hundred soldiers will not be returning home. Well over three hundred had been wounded. Even in all this horrible news, there was still some good, a weakness had been found in the Plymptonian forces: the were virtually useless at night. They did not have the skill or training to traverse the incredibly tough mountain terrain while fighting a rear-guard action. The dawn striked by Fedskian aircraft had knocked out virtually all the supply lines the Plymptonian forces relied on. The effects of this were beginning to be seen as abandoned weapons and vehicles were being found in an ever increasing number.

Operation Iron Raider, Deployment to Saint Fedski Order of Battle.

Aequatian 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized)
Commanding Officer: Major-General Marcus Brandens
6,422 Soldiers Total

1st Brigade - (1,964 Soldiers)
1st Battalion, 22nd Infantry Regiment (36 Improved Spartans)
1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment (36 Improved Spartans)
1st Battalion, 12th Armoured Regiment (120 Incubus MBT)
1st Battalion, 10th Field Artillery Regiment (18 Flail SPH)
10th Combat Engineer Battalion
317th Forward Support Battalion
2nd Brigade - (1,964 Soldiers)
1st Battalion, 24th Infantry Regiment (36 Improved Spartans)
1st Battalion, 25th Infantry Regiment (36 Improved Spartans)
1st Battalion, 14th Armoured Regiment (120 Incubus MBT)
1st Battalion, 11th Field Artillery Regiment (18 Flail SPH)
11th Combat Engineer Battalion
318th Forward Support Battalion
3rd Brigade - (1,964 Soldiers)
1st Battalion, 26th Infantry Regiment (36 Improved Spartans)
1st Battalion, 27th Infantry Regiment (36 Improved Spartans)
1st Battalion, 15th Armoured Regiment (120 Incubus MBT)
1st Battalion, 12th Field Artillery Regiment (18 Flail SPH)
12th Combat Engineer Battalion
319th Forward Support Battalion
4th Brigade - (530 Soldiers)
1st Battalion, 4th Aviation Regiment (36 AH-64D Apache)
2nd Battalion, 4th Aviation Regiment (12 AV-8D Harrier II, 18 A-37 Dragonfly)
3rd Battalion, 4th Aviation Regiment (36 MH-60L Black Hawk)
319th Forward Support Battalion

Division Troops
4th Infantry Division Headquarters Company, C3I Platoon with 2 Infantry Platoons
1st Battalion, 74th Field Artillery (18 Ballista MLRS)
320th Forward Support Battalion
4th Military Police Company

OOC: This is the unveiling operation for my new military organization based off the U.S. Army, took forever to finish but here it is. S.F., I just need a place to deploy them from in your country to start fighting.

To: Major General Marcus Brandens
From: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
Re: Deployment

Your contribution is most appreciated. Two hundred Elite Guards will act as guides and will provide terrain and cultural familiarization for your forces. Deployment will be in the city of Petropolis where I will personnally inspect your forces. Your initial duties will be field training where you will get used to the terrain and the vicious, hand to hand, guerilla fighting that is taking place. Once enough field training has been completed, the Aequatian 4th Infantry Division will form the nucleus of a heavy strike force that will be used to lead the charge into Wyoming.

[signed] Lt. Gen. J. Fedora

To: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
From: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Re: Operation Iron Raider Deployment

Aequatian Military Airlift Command will begin transporting the elements of the 4th Division to Petropolis where Major-General Brandens will establish his forward command and meet with you on overall strategy for the coming operations into Plympton-Wyoming. In addition to Army units, an Air Force Strike Fighter Group will be sent to provide air support to sustained operations.

To: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
From: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
Re: Operation Iron Raider Deployment

For your own safety and security, deploy your Strike Fighter Group in at Naval Air Station Sombra (in Sombra). The airfield in Petropolis is always under artillery fire and is in poor repair. Also, insurgent groups like to infiltrate and cause havoc on the field by planting remote detonated and time detonated improvised explosive devices. Also, enemy snipers are a risk as they often lay low for days then take that one shot on a high ranking officer before they lay low again.

To: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
From: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Re: 1st Strike Fighter Group Deployment

We can deploy our fighters to the Naval Air Station in Sombra as long as it can accomidate 216 aircraft plus support personnel and vehicles.

To: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
From: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
Re: 1st Strike Fighter Group Deployment

Naval Air Station has the capacity for up to 324 aircraft and already has a complement of support vehicles. However there are limited accomodations (412 personnel) on the base. As it is a Naval Air Station, it can also house 3 carriers. Accomodations for your personnel can be provided on the Sombra Reserve Barracks which can house an addition 1016 men.

To: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
From: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Re: 1st Strike Fighter Group Deployment

As soon as our F-40 Black Mamba strike fighters arrive they will prepare for immediate actions to the South against targets within Plympton-Wyoming.

If possible, for laser-guided munitions, could we request that Saint Fedskian reconnaissance units mark targets. If not, we can use only satellite-guided munitions and cluster weapons.

To: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
From: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
Re: 1st Strike Fighter Group Deployment

Members of the Elite Guards and field staff of the Intelligence Bureau will mark the targets. It must be assured however that civilian casualties will be to a bare minimum as they are friendly, well for the most part anyways).

To: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
From: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Re: Strikes against targets within Plympton-Wyoming

While we cannot guarantee an absolute absence of civilian casualties in wartime, we will do our best to not deliberately cause them.

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- Naval Air Station Sombra, Sombra, Saint Fedski

The first of the gray-painted fighters touched down on the tarmac, their insignia displayed on the wings and tails seemed almost as bold as any of the pilots flying the aircraft. C-17 Globemaster aircraft landed as well, carrying stores of munitions ranging from AGM-65 Mavericks and AGM-84 Harpoons to a plethora of laser- and satellite-guided bombs and cluster weapons.

Within a few days, the Aequatians had settled rather nicely and quietly into the Reserve Barracks, a flag was pinned on the wall above the main doorway. The makeshift motor pool had been assembled in a hanger designated for maintainence and cofiguration of the group's aircraft. Only a single wing of the first squadron was ready for action when Colonel Harrold Jacobs, an F-40 pilot and the wing commander, drove up in a Humvee and entered the hanger to see his aircraft being fitted with satellite-guided GBU-31 bombs which he would be using in the first sorties of the Aequatian aircraft, against structures which would be providing enemy forces with power, such as hydro and nuclear stations and important points within the power grids.

The Kahanistan troops who had fled across the border from Plymton-Wyoming back into New McFarland held the border. They radioed the Fedski command for further instructions.

"It is our understanding that the Supreme Soviet has decided not to reduce our commitment. We are on the border, radio us with instructions. Colonel Jacobs out."

To: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
From: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Re: 4th Infantry Division Deployment

With the airfield in Petropolis out of commission, we will have to deploy the division from the airbase in Sombra and mobilize south to Petropolis for their local combat orientation with your forces. As of this moment, the 4th Brigade is being deployed to take part in close air support and interdiction operations in support of Saint Fedskian troops.

Well Aequatio, where is your SCAR unit? You said you were to station them.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, I'm trying to make a map of the area so better to understand where things are.

I hope this makes things easier, and cooler.

Battle in Plympton-Wyoming (http://www.angelfire.com/creep/fff17/PW/PW1.html) includes maps and high resolution recon photos.

Troops 1 and 2 of the 4th Infantry Brigade had achieved a major break through in the Plymptonian line as night fell. Casualties were exceedingly high, 142 killed, 200 wounded. The Brigadier Molly Spragg of the 4th Infantry Brigade decided to exploit the success of 1 and 2 Troop and commit 3 Troop to battle. The plan calls for Troops 1 and 2 to set up a blocking position as Troop 3 under the command of Lt. Col. Shawn Yuster leapfrogs through and enters Arkona.

Colonel Parker, the Imperial Marine officer and overall commander of the Kahanistan contingent, radioed the St. Fedski forces in Plymton-Wyoming again. "Should we make an attack against Tinville Air Force Base? We have 1,300 troops and twenty armored vehicles left, if we can take the airport we can trap their forces and supplies on the ground. Is our current strength sufficient for this operation? Over."

"Hang on Colonel, I will put you through to intelligence." The voice on the other end responded.

"Col. Parker, this is Captain Darren Degroot, field commander of the Intelligence Bureau in the Republic of South St. Clair. The Tinville Air Base is a hefty installation as you can no doubt see from the recon photos that you have. We estimate atleast 2000 soldiers have been moved to the area, not counting the 200 permanent guards stationed there. As you can see, numerous modern aircraft call that base home. Taking it out would be a large relief. Be wary though, they may have up to another 1000 to 2000 personnel located below ground. The Intelligence Bureau will provide your soldiers with attack aircraft support, bomber support and a field detachment of the intelligence bureau for guidance. If you decide to attack, you will have one big advantage: Surprise. Plymptonians never expect and airborne assault directly on an airbase and therefore do not protect heavily incase of one. If you need anything, just ask and it's your's. Degroot out."

OOC: What do you think of my new intelligence photos?

[background sound of artillery landing and heavy machine gun fire]
"aaaah I'm hit!"

"MEDIC! MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC HERE! Hang on man! you're gonna make it, you're gonna make it! Here comes the medic! You're gonna be alright man! You'll be home with your wife and kids in no time! You'll be alright"

"Take it easy...you're gonna pull through! You can do it....take it easy!" The medic reached into is bag and pulled out all the bandages he could find to wrap the soldier's legs in.

"How is he doc?" The other man asked with a quiver in his voice. It was his first operational tour in the army and his first major engagement.

"Not very good, he's lost a lot of blood. Even if we get him back to a hospital, he'll have to be damn lucky."

"uuh it hurts...make it stop, make it stop" the soldier screamed

"Come on doc...give him some painkillers man, he won't make it. Don't let him die in pain man, come on."

"Alright" the medic agreed as he reached into his bag pulling out a small needle. He jabbed it into the soldiers arm. Seconds later, with a final clench of his fist, the soldier's head slumped. The medic said a few words and pulled a small sheet over his face. "May he rest in peace." The medic whispered as he got up.

"What did you do to him? That wasn't a painkiller! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED ONE OF YOUR OWN MEN!" The soldier punched the medic in the teeth.

"I was doing my job. We are trained to administer a lethal amount if a soldier is in pain and can't make it. He was dead anyways, he couldn't have made to a hospital alive. There was no time. So I did what I had to to end his pain. I'm sorry for your loss, but that's how....GET DOWN!"

Another volley of artillery began to land around them. The fighting near Warwick was the bloodiest fighting North St. Clair had ever seen. Casualties were climbing by the second, replacements were coming by the hour. If this pace kept up much longer, the army as they knew would cease to exist.

OOC: The photos and maps are a nice touch.

IC:

- Naval Air Station Sombra, Sombra, Saint Fedski

The varying aircraft of the 4th Brigade's aviation regiments sat on the runway alongside the F-40 Strike Fighters like eager little brothers waiting their turn to play. The largest difference between the two forces was the fact that many of the Army Aviation pilots weren't commissioned officers like those who flew the Air Force fighters.

Ground elements of the other three brigades began to arrive on the large airlift command's C-5 Galaxy and C-17 Globemaster aircraft, Incubus main battle tanks rolled off the aircraft and formed up for inspection and arming before heading south to take up positions around Petropolis.

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To: Lt. General Jared Fedora, Commander, Plympton-Wyoming Theatre
From: General Saltzman, Aequatian CENTCOM, Arrio, Aequatio
Re: Operations

Until ground forces of the 4th Infantry Division can be fully committed to the fight, 4th Brigade Aviation Assets will be made fully available to Saint Fedskian and allied forces in the Plympton-Wyoming Theatre of operations until they are required primarily by Aequatian forces. They may be called upon with the following callsigns by any allied ground forces:

Aequatian Aviation Assets Callsigns
AH-64D Longbow Apache Attack Helicopters - Javelin
AV-8B Harrier II Close Air Support Aircraft - Phalanx
OA-37 Dragonfly Close Air Support Aircraft - Arrow

As well, Air Force F-40 Black Mamba Fighters will begin strikes against targets around Petrolia against the Wyoming First Free Division positions in order to demoralize and eliminate their strength. Primary targets will include the immediate area around the Petrolia Airport such as the Weapons Cache and Military Police Headquarters will be struck by satellite-guided munitions while the Underground Missile Storage Bunkers will be hit with "Bunker Buster" Penetrators in addition to strikes against the runways with conventional munitions.

The strikes against the airport sector will be conducted simultaneously with strikes against possible targets of opportunity around the First Free Division's Headquarters sector. Targets include possible barracks, motor pools and fuel/ammunition storage facilities.

"Javelin, your presence is requested in supporting the North St. Clair army in Warwick which has ground to a halt. Attack anything within the city limits that moves. Priorty targets include artillery and armour. Tall obstacles are few and far between allowing you great freedom. Over."

OOC: We need to work out a complete callsign system for all forces involved, otherwise we may have some confusion.

IC:

- Aequatian 4th Brigade Forward Operations Post, 75 Kilometres Northeast of St. Clair, within Plymton-Wyoming

The entire brigade had been moved south into the theatre of conflict in support of the Northern operations which the 4th Division would soon be joining and had occupied themselves a location to prepare for support missions for the North St. Clair Army of Saint Fedski. 1st battalion consisting of the Longbow helicopters had occupied an abandoned warehouse with a large parking lot to operate from while 2nd brigade's aircraft sat at an airstrip used by a local flying club, the little hobbists' airplanes were much different than the Dragonfly and Harrier II aircraft which carried a myriad of weaponry ranging from bombs and missiles to rockets and gun pods.

Lieutenant-Colonel John Harris, commander of the 1st battalion, received the request for air support by the Fedskians and quickly passed down the order to mobilize to his company and platoon commanders. Within minutes the pilots were running out to their helicopters as the ground crews finished with fueling the birds. The briefing was quick and merely outlined what had been stated by the ground forces, kill anything that's not ours, but flight plans had not been presented and would be provided via satellite from the command post.

"Roger that, North Saint Clair Command, Javelin is rolling in on your position, ETA twenty minutes, over."

The hulking aircraft flew low and fast as they flew towards Warwick, this would be the first blood for the Aequatians in this operation, but they would make it count.

OOC: Cool intel pics, how do you do them?

IC: Colonel Parker ordered her troops to head for the Tinville Air Force Base. Once they arrived, she ordered one platoon, under cover of darkness, to go to the back, armed with RPG-7 grenade launchers, an armored vehicle, and AK-74 rifles and fire on the base from a safe distance. One soldier placed a huge rock on the accelerator of the armored vehicle, packed it with explosives, and started it, hurtling right into the air base itself. Once the Plymton troops responded, hopefully thinking the platoon was the only attacking force, as the vehicle bomb looked more like a terrorist attack than an organized military operation, the diversion platoon was to retreat and the rest of the troops were to simply walk in the front gate, with much of the guard chasing the diversion platoon. They would have a much easier time in the base, simply seeking out planes and pounding AK-74 and M-4 rounds into the fuel tanks of the aircraft, only shooting enemy soldiers when they saw them rather than wasting time hunting them down. The destruction of the planes could neutralize the base more efficiently than pointless killing. Dead soldiers could be replaced with a minimum of training. Destroyed planes cost hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars to repair.

Karkel was pacing about the intelligence core again, looking around the shoulders of personell who were keeping tabs on what was happening. The Consular had not recieved any word from the people for awhile, and was a bit skeptical.

He had fired off another message earlier..

Message:
"If you need the help of our fast strike units, I can give you a brief data slate on them..
They usually consist of 50 people each, lightly armed for fast movement through dense jungles and such. They are trained for drop from helicopter or airplane, so would make a nice little suprise for any attacking forces. If you need any other assistance, I'm sure we could arrange something.
-The Grand Empire of Amerath
-Consular Karkel

The Consular milled about one of the view screens, watching the random news from other countries before returning to the one he had designated to the line to the country of Saint Fedski.

To: Consular Karkel
From: Lt. Gen. Jared Fedora, Commander
Re: FSUs

The Holy Empire of Saint Fedski would be grateful if you could send your most experienced FSU. There is a Kahanistani soldier down in unfriendly territory. We are in loose contact with him and recon planes have made visual contact. The Thornians are beginning to close in on his position. He must be rescued before he can be captured.

The Plymptonian force launches a fierce, last ditch counter attack from the town of Warwick, hoping to breakout of their small pocket and reopen contact with the rest of the world. 26,000 troops supported by 200 pieces of artillery and nearly 2000 tanks ranging from M-48 Pattons to the latest version of the T-90. Even some captured Centurions are used.

The artillery begin beating down even harder on the dug in Northerners to the east of the town. Advance infantry units beginning to infiltrate the line using tunnels they had dug prior to the invasion. The Northerners were in desperate need of that support from Aequatio.

To the north of Warwick, an armoured spearhead of 200 T-90s and 6,000 infantry storm the positions fortified by the troops of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski. Forunately for the Saint Fedskians, they occpied the high ground against the numerically superior enemy.

In the air force base at Tinville

Colonel Parker and Colonel Morris stood amid the burning planes and dead corpses of friendly and enemy soldiers. Colonel Jacobs ran up to them.

"Something doesn't seem right. We were told we'd get air support... and thousands of troops are just pouring out of the base, they must have realized the crashed APC was just a diversion..."

Parker swore. "Shit." She got on the radio. "Colonel Melissa Parker, Kahanistan Imperial Marines. We've hit the base and set a lot of planes afire, we have about 30% dead or wounded, thousands of troops are just pouring out of the base. What's the story on that air support? I'm going to make a tactical retreat unless you've got other ideas here, we're outnumbered badly, about 300 Marines and 600 - 700 Republic Guards and we estimate 1,500 - 2,500 enemies."

No sooner had Col. Parker start speaking, the rolling thunder of the A-10 Thunderbolts could be heard heading towards her position. Within seconds, the five aircraft flew over in a V formation, the lead plane dipping its wing to the Kahanistani troops below amid the smoke and fire.

"Colonel Parker this is the cavalry. Captain Timmington at your service. I have been told to inform you that there are two planes on their way, going to drop some additional troops to help you out. There is a column of tanks approaching from the north, we will take those out. Over."

"This is Parker. How many troops should we expect? We've got wounded who need emergency medevac. Supplies would be welcome too, our ammunition is down to about 30%, half of us are using PW rifles because our own are out of ammo. Over."

The A-10s stormed north, ripping up the column of tanks and armoured vehicles. In the four passes the aircraft flew, forty of the forty-five tanks, eighteen armoured personnel carries, and twenty-six trucks had been lost.

Two C-130 Hercules aircraft flew into sight. Thirty Intelligence Bureau agents and fifty members of the Elite Guard were on board. They planes flew in as low as allowed to give the onboard men a safe jump. They all jumped at once, landing directly around the Kahanistani secured section.

"Colonel Parker?" The lead agent asked. "Colonel Jay Ashgram of the Intelligence Bureau. Here to provide you with support. It is understood that you have numerous prisoners including some of high rank. We will immediately take custody of them. This area is covered in hidden tunnels. I have a map here of the tunnels leading out of the compound, your men are to secure the exits, don't let anyone out unless they're in handcuffs and shackles. The Elite Guards will infiltrate using this tunnel and will force them out in to your guns and thsoe of the A-10's."

Parker grimaced. "Roger, Colonel Ashgram. Jacobs will secure the exit, that battalion is armed almost entirely with captured PW rifles, that'll confuse the enemy. Morris's battalion has heavy casualties, we need them medevaced. As for me... I'm the only Imperial Marine colonel here, the others are Republic Guard. We'll create diversions, I think I've gotten into their radio system. A few phony signals and they won't know what's going on outside the base."

"It does appear the you're in dire need of reinforcements. I'll see what I can scrounge up."

Ashgram radioed headquarters. "Sir, the Kahanistani troops here are being mauled. Both sides are taking heavy casualties but soon Kahanstan won't be able to take anymore, they'll be gone. Reinforcements are a must. Medical personnel is also a must. Over"

"Roger that Ashgram. A Northern unit, the 20th Armoured Infantry brigade will be dispatched immediately. Three C-9 Nightingales will provide immediate MEDEVAC. If you can hold on for another day or so, three active duty reserve infantry birgades and 2 armoured brigades will be in a position to provide support."

"Thank you HQ. Ashgram over and out."

Parker turned to Lt. Colonel Morris. "The wounded are getting medevaced, have the medics tend to the criticals, what's left of your battalion will reinforce Jacobs's forces at the entrance. Half of my battalion will join you, we have about 150 Imperial Marines, you'll be getting 70. How many Republic Guards are left?"

Morris answered, "About 400 left, we've taken a beating, and that includes walking wounded." She showed Parker a hole in her left arm. She turned and went to the base entrance, armed with a captured PW weapon.

Parker frowned. "Shit, not enough troops for more than about 20 hours..." She turned to Ashgram. "Shouldn't we just retreat and let the A-10's bomb this place into a lake? Or is there a reason we're going in with troops? We've already destroyed most of their planes on the ground."

Karkel smiled at the response, it was time to act. He fired off one last message.

"We will aide you, send us the coordinates and a clear flight path, we will be there. Comrade-Consular Karkel, out.

He looked away from his message and looked outside the window..

Far off from the intelligence core sat the Lieutenet, looking at his troops milling about. He was the leader of the particular Swooping Hawks Unit that was on standby for this mission. He was a bit troubled by the lack of information on the matter, but it was not his job to question the Empire, but do as it says willingly.

He had around him 3 Comrade-Sargeants, each in command of a 14 personel team (including themselves) with medic and heavy weapons operators. His own 7 person command squad, his bodyguard, were seated together behind him. He was listening to the Comrade-Sargeants talk and gossip, preparing themselves for whatever may happen. The 50 person Fast attack unit was ready.

To: Ambassador Mercer
From: Raymond Frank, Chief, Intelligence Bureau
Re: MIA

Regretfully, it is my duty to inform you that we had lost contact with your missing airman. We now know the cause of the loss of contact: he was captured and his signal device destroyed. An Elite Guard sniper unit on patrol in his area saw him swallow his capsule. He died seconds later. The Thornian detachment just tossed his body onto the ground. The Elite Guards have the body and are bringing it back. They are expected to arrive in two days' time. Once more information becomes available, I will immediately pass it on to you.

Your's regretfully,
Raymond Franks
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To: Comrade-Consular Karkel
From: Lt. Gen. Jared Fedora
Re: Rescue Mission

I am sorry to inform you that the planned rescue mission has been called off. The missing airman has been killed. Any attempt to retrieve the body would be a futile effort and a waste of resources.
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Ashgram listened to Col. Parker. "Colonel, there is nowhere to retreat to. Your command decided to send you on another risky mission. All we can do is try to hold out. Lukcily for us though, if we are captured we won't be tortured or brutalized,we'll just be held until the conflict is over."

Within an hour of being called, the first elements of the 20th AIB began arriving via hercules. Four of the aircraft landed right on a runway in short order. Another flight of four would land as soon as the first group took off. From even more Hercules aircraft, crates of weapons and ammo were being dropped into the fray. There we more C-130's less than 2 minutes out carrying the brigades CV 90 Infantry Fighting Vehicles; it would be only a matter of time before the defenders were eliminated.

Ambassador Mercer picked up the radio. Dammit.

He decided to call Colonel Parker up on the radio. "Colonel, I understand you're in an engagement, but the missing airman killed himself upon capture, I just heard it from St. Fedski. First Lieutenant Giorgos is mad as hell about what's going on. But with the rescue mission scrubbed, we'll be sending his squadron out to help you. Replacement MiG-29's and pilots are already on the way, they should arrive in Sarnia in two hours."

"Squadron?" replied Parker. "We need the entire wing, get me Sklenova."

"Lt. Colonel Sklenova's attending a demonstration. I can get you her wing, though, but it'll be commanded by Major Ted Jolson, her second in command."

"Jolson's an idiot. Now you go up to that nuke-hating communist and you tell her that if any more of our people die out here while she's hobnobbing with all kinds of generals, I'll hand her over to the Plymtonians and they can take turns with her before I blow them all to hell and her, too."

"Calm down, I'm sure Jolson will do a fine job. Colonel Sklenova seems to trust him, or she wouldn't have made him her XO. What are you afraid of, that he'll bomb you instead of the Plymtonians? And I'll make sure to tell Colonel Sklenova how you feel about her."

Parker hung up. That idiot. Sklenova knows just how I feel, it's not like I haven't called her a commie numerous times to her face. But at least she's competent, doesn't feel she has something to prove, not so much a show off. Jolson will get himself killed someday, mark my words.

Frustrated, Parker destroyed the PW radio she was trying to break into with a WP grenade. She and the rest of her battalion joined the troops at the gate...

Two hours later, four MiG-29's arrived at Sarnia. Requesting permission to land, replacement MiG's for the air contingent.

"Sarnia ATC, please respond, we have limited fuel to wait."

Sarnia Control to MiG formation. Approach from the east and prepare to land on runway 332.
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The surrounded, badly beaten, way understrength Izrieg Division just south of Corunna is in dire straits. They are extremely low on all the vitals, food, water, rest and ammo. Their tanks have ground to a halt, the helicopters can't even get out of hiding, let alone take off and effectively launch a counter attack. It seems they are doomed unless they can breakout and reach thier secret underground ammo dump.

"Soldier, why aren't you firing?" A brigadier touring the frontline asked the private.

"There's no one there Sir."

"What do you mean there's no one there? That's their line right there across the field. Is it not?"

"I know sir, but there's no one there. In a second, we will be shot at, then they'll throw a smoke screen and just disappear."

"What do you mean disppear? They have to go somewhere. We'll launch a counterattack as soon as that smoke goes up. HEY! Lieutenant, your men are with me, when they smoke screen is is full, we'll charge the field. I'll scrape together some tanks, but until then, Lieutenant, have artillery pound the shit out of that area."

"YES SIR!" The Lieutenant snapped. The Brigadier and his entourage reboarded their caravan and took off for the command area. "Big A this is 'L Little B' need a fire mission for (enter coordinates here). King Bee has authorized continuous saturation fire. Over."

"Roger that L. Fire mission at (enter coordinates here). Will commence in 5 minutes. Over and out."

"ATC, we copy. Approaching from the east, descending toward runway 332."

The replacement MiG's landed on the runway, and Major Jolson, the second in command to the wing, greeted them.

"You were reassigned to this wing because we took some casualties. We're going to launch the final offensive against Plymton-Wyoming's forces. We'll hit the forces at Corunna first, then press on to Tinville. We've got allied ground troops pinned down at both sites. Any questions?"

The pilots shook their heads and the rest of the wing began plans for its attack...

So far the battle had been an infantry battle, very few vehicles, and those that were used were just light vehicles like jeeps and humvees. Now that six hundred soldiers and 63 CV-90 infantry fighting vehicles have been landed, the fatigued attackers can regain momentum and the advantage.

With most of the Plymptonians forced underground, the Kahanistani troops had control of the surface. The exits were completely blocked by Kahanistani supported personnel. It was now up to the Intelligence Bureau to bring about a peaceful solution.

"Soldier of Plympton-Wyoming. This is Colonel Jay Ashgram of the Intelligence Bureau. I am here under the authority of your leader, President Crocker. She has ordered you to surrender or be wiped out like the rest of your allies. You have no chance left. You will be given five hours to surrender or we will be forced to force you out. Here is Colonel Morris of the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan."

"If you surrender, you will be treated humanely as prisoners of war. I do not believe any member of our alliance would mistreat a prisoner. However, if you do not surrender, you will simply die here, in your underground bunker. If what I'm hearing is correct, even your own superior ordered you to surrender."