NationStates Jolt Archive

The Czar lay on his deathbed, but he was not alone. His political cabinet were at his side, and thousands of Corinthians outside the imperial palace held a vigil throughout the night in hopes the Czar would pull through his illness. Czar Vasili Kotov heard the murmurs of the crowd through the window, and smiled. "All these years...what have I accomplished?"

"Don't speak, sire, let the physicians work." Field Marshal Pyotr Chenko urged.

"I am dying, Pyotr. Let me spend my dying moments as I will." the Czar tried to grab his general by the collar as he said this, but was unable to do so in his weakened state. Realizing defeat, he spoke again, "I had hoped to create a state in my own image. A country to be feared and admired in the same breath, but alas, it's first monarch dies this night with no heir to replace him. All of you leave now."

At first confused, the doctors and cabinet members began filing out the door. They knew better than to question the word of the Czar.

"Not you, Pyotr. Stay with me."

Pyotr Chenko turned and knelt by the Czar's side. "M'lord?"

"Pyotr, there is a traitor amongst us. I don't know who, but I know it is not you, my dear friend. Alas, I do not die of mere sickness and age. I have been assassinated! The doctors, they have turned on me. They have falsely diagnosed me!"

"How could you possibly know that!?"

"Shhhh, Pyotr. Let me finish." the Czar coughed and rested his head on his pillow a moment before continuing. "I have a son. He is not yet old enough to rule, but he lives. You will find him in the mountain village of Irkutsk. A boy by the name Aleksei Vostrokev lives there with undercover Myrmidon forces. Find him, but protect him until he is old enough to rule. The country is now in your hands, and now it will take it's own course." He removed a jewel-studded ring from one of his fingers and handed it to Pyotr.

"You ask too much of me, sire. I am but a simple soldier, an aged one at that." Pyotr glanced up, and noticed the Czar staring blankly back at him. Tears welled up in Pyotr Chenko's eyes as he closed the Czar's eyelids and laid him to peace.


~News Bulletin~

We have just recieved word from our reporter in West Corinthia that Czar Vasili Kotov has died from illness believed to be age-related. Czar Vasili was widely regarded by foreigners as an unpredictable extremist who was dangerously close to running a fascist state, but he was beloved by his people. Ever since his successful military coup took power from the corrupt presidency of Corinthia, Czar Vasili showed a tendency to treat his enemies ruthlessly and his friends compassionately. And he was no pacifist. He fought several wars during his rule, most notably his invasion of East Corinthia, which also uncovered a secret nuclear program in the renegade border state.

The Czar's death now prompts the question, where will West Corinthia go from here? As far as we know there were no heirs to the throne, and how long can the country survive under temporary military control? Only time will tell.

3 days later...

Pyotr Chenko drove into Irkutsk as the sun rose over the snow-capped mountain tops. Though his escort was relatively light, it nevertheless created a commotion in town. In a small mountain town, the arrival of strangers, especially the late Czar's Field Marshal, is big news. "Now to find the boy." Pyotr said to himself, taking a military-issue glove off his right hand, and closing the car door as he stepped out.

A short interrogation of several citizens led him to the boy's house. The myrmidon bodyguards brought Aleksei out of his room. A boy of 15 years, with a striking resemblance to his father when he was in his prime, emerged. "Hope is restored." Pyotr exclaimed.

"Look at this, Field Marshal." One of the myrmidons turned up the volume of the t.v., which was displaying mass riots throughout the country. The military still held several major cities, but much of the country had been overrun by terrorists and militia.

"We can't stay here." the other Myrmidon came in the front door and headed for a large chest on the floor. He opened it and handed Hali-42 assault rifles to the other soldiers. "We got word from one of the terrorist groups. They know an heir to the throne lives, and they're coming to kill him."

Aleksei was shocked to hear this. This, coupled with the news that the Czar was his actual father, was too overwhelming to bear. "I will accept the responsibilities of my position." he finally said, and picked up a Hali-42 from the crate.

Pyotr quickly glanced at him. "You are your father's son. But we must protect you until you can make a bid for the throne. I don't think the military can hold out against these protestors much longer. Let's go."

"Stop...we're surrounded." a myrmidon whispered.

As the others glanced out the windows they saw that the town was surrounded by poorly armed militia in tattered East Corinthian uniforms. "We demand the surrender of Prince Aleksei and his guardians. Come out, and we won't harm you, immediately." an announcer, clearly the leader of the group, stated over a megaphone.

West Corinthia was officially in anarchy. Only the capital, Kydonia, remained in military control. Other areas contained scattered pockets of West Corinthian military forces, but most had been killed in riots. How could the people turn on the Czar they had once loved so deeply? What would be the fate of West Corinthia?

OOC: Do what you will. Peacekeep, invade, squabble over territory, clash with terrorists and militia, etc. Then when it is revelaed that there is an heir, support him or try to kill him, your choice, I won't ignore, I'm just looking for a good RP.

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"What is he doing in there?" The secretary asked herself as she spun in her chair and stepped to her feet. "I've been buzzing him for ten minutes now. He'd better not be sleeping again."

Before entering the Vice Chairman's office, she knocked, just to make sure he wasn't going to answer. And of course, there wasn't an answer so she slowly opened the glass door and quietly walked up to his desk.

"MISTER GIRARDI!" She screamed, knocking him out of his peaceful slumber and onto the floor.

"I'M AWAKE" He screamed back at her from the floor. "I was just...just picking up my pens that I knocked off." His eyes rolled up to her cross gaze.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past half hour. There is terrible choas in West Corinthia. The Czar died and riots have broken out. The country is falling into ruins. Rival militias, terrorists, gangs and the early signs of a civil war have broken out. Madam Schleicher has called almost every minute. She is very concerned." She looked at her boss sternly. "Now call her back young man."

"Yes Marlene" he replied to his older secretary. "I'll get right on it."

Sometimes he hated how she acted more like his mother than his 'office assisstant' but he knew she was only doing her assumed job, keeping him informed. She had been his secretary for nearly twenty years, since he entered politics and she knew all of his bad habits, his routines and his excuses, yes he continued to feed them to her like she didn't. Gary picked up the phone and dialed his Foreign Affairs Minister's number.

"Chairwoman Katherine Schleicher's office. May I help you?" Her secretary asked.

"Chairman Girardi returning the Chairwoman's calls."

"Hold please" She paged him through to Katherine's phone.

"It's about damned time you woke up" She sounded angry. "I assume Ms. Smith has informed you of the recent happenings?"

"Yes she has. And I know its of great concern to us. The loss of stability in WC will mean the loss of stability in the region and jeopardize our trading routes and our military passages. Not to mention our many citizens residing, working and vacationing in the area."

"Very good. I have had some discussions with the Admiral and Sean and they support deploying some forces there."

"Well I won't object. I have already recieved messages from various officials on the security council pledging their support so we have a go. If anyone has a problem, they can take it up next week at the meeting."

"I completely agree Gary. I'll leave it to Ken and Sean to decide what to send. This will be your deal. I have Ansuria and Blackbeard has Willink."

"Sounds good to me. I'll keep you informed. Bye." Gary hung up the phone and fell back into his chair, falling asleep again.

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"Larrisa, you will be heading to West Corinthia with a large group of reserves and two divisions. Your job, secure and ensure the safety of Field Marshal Chenko and his entourage. You are the theatre commander; this is your baby. Once that is complete you may then work your way into the country and begin restoring order. Forces will be added as needed."

"When I am to arrive in WC Admiral?" General Larissa Lynds asked shyly.

"You are to take off right now. The Fifth Division has been notified and his en route. We already have a small fleet off the coast, it was heading out to Kahanistan but has been redirected for now. Marines are already airborne and heading into the mountains. You know how to handle this situation. Best of luck to you."

"Thank you sir. I will not let you down." Larissa left the room in a quick stride before breaking into a run back to the waiting car.

"To my plane." She ordered her driver. "And move it!" she snapped.

The car sped off to the airport and her awaiting plane.

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Meanwhile, four greyhounds had taken off from the carriers and had broken West Corinthian air space. A couple fighters buzzed around the village of Irkutsk where the Field Marshall was reportedly last seen. Sure enough his convoy was spotted amongst a small wooded lot in the middle of the village.

A messanger burst into the office of Prince William. "Your majesty!" the messanger shouted. "I bring terrible news!"

Prince William immediately stood up. "What the hell is going on? Are we being invaded?"

The messanger shook his head. "No my Prince. I regret to inform you that Czar Kotev of West Corinthia has died!"

The Prince's eyes went wide. "WHAT!?"

"It gets worse sir! Since his death, the nation has descended into complete anarchy! Old elements, suppressed under Kotev, have risen up and are tearing the country apart!"

The Prince was stunned. "Thank you for this imformation. You are dismissed."

The messanger bowed and left the office.

The Prince collapsed into his seat, overwhelmed by what he had just heard. For the longest time, he didn't do anything. He just sat there staring off into space.

Then the Prince put his face into his hands and clenched his eyes shut. He knew what he had to do.

Slowly he reached out and picked up the phone.

"Secretary? Get my senior officers in here immediately!"

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An hour later, the Prince's three must senior military officers were assembled before him. There was Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine, General of the Army Nicoli Trotsky, and General of the Air Force/Minister of Defense Salazar T. Sherman.

They had all been briefed on the situation.

"Listen, we all know that Czar Kotev was an autocrat who oppressed his people," said Prince William. "But he was the only thing holding that region together!"

"I must agree with the Prince." said General Trotsky. "And whether Kotev realized it or not, his country's presence in the Caucasus regions is a benefit for us as well. They're our Eastern Front. Nobody can attack us from that direction without crossing into West Corinthian territory!"

"And then the invaders would have to deal with two nations." General Sherman finished Trotsky's line of thought. "Well now the country is in deep shit right now. I suppose we'll have to help stabilize the region?"

"Yes, that's right." the Prince said. "Now then. What can we send to assist in the pacification of West Corinthia?"

The military men thought for a moment.

"I will prepare three Army Groups for deployment." said General Trotsky.

"Air Fleets six through fourteen will be activated immediately." furthered General Sherman. "I will also provide a large number of support and reconnaissance planes."

Admiral Augustine thought for a while longer than his peers. "Since this is an internal matter, I doubt that there will be much use for any naval power. Nonetheless, I will deploy a number of submarines, frigates and carriers along the coast."

"Very good, very good." said Prince William smiling. "Oh, and by the way gentlemen, remember: this is not a war between two countries. We face not soldiers, but civilians. There is no order, only chaos and rioting."

The men nodded.

"Perhaps," the Prince thought, "this could be our opportunity to test our new weapons."

"You mean the Capsule-B's?" inquired General Sherman.

"And the Active Denial System?" added General Trotsky.

The Prince nodded. "Yes indeed. It's about time we took them for a test drive."

The military men looked at each other in anticipation.

The Prince stood up. "Gentlemen, if we are in agreement about this, then go forth and assemble your forces for deployment. In the meantime, I have to make a phone call to the offices of the deceased Czar and inform whomever is left that we're coming to help restore order."

The military men stood up, bowed to the Prince, and left the office.

The Prince sat down at his chair and reached for the phone. He dialed the phone number for the offices of the West Corinthian government. Hopefully, they were still standing.

President Aran sat in his newly built office staring out of the window. So much had had happened but Londim was back on her feet. As he contemplated the past there was a knock on the door.

"Come in", he called as he turned his chair to face whoever entered the office. The door opened and in came General David Kilton one of the Presidents closest allies and friend.

"Ahh David, what brings you to my office this evening?". The President stared at the General. Something wasn't right.

"Well Sir. I bring news, saddening news. A few hours ago we learnt Czar Vasili Kotov of West Corinthia has died. Under his rule his nation was great but alas the country has now descended into anarchy. Riots are occuring in every city and the nation seems to be on the brink of civil war. There is news coming in that the Czar left behind an heir but kept him hidden to stop him being killed by his enemies. Now the heir has been found but is finding it difficult to takes his fathers place."

The President pondered the situation. Any civil war breaking out in the nation would be extremely bad for all people involved. The death of a good leader was always saddening news.

"Hmm David this is indeed disturbing. West Corinthia needs a leader and that leader can only be found in the Czars son. I feel we should help this child. Send 20000 Londimium soldiers to protect the boy and help him take his rightful place also aid other supporting nations in the region."

"Yes Mr President. But may I ask why?"

"A nation is missing a leader. This boy is the rightful heir to the throne. Under him the nation will see peace once more. Also if this does succeed I see a great relationship forming between our nations."

-Imperial Morkinburg-
-The Eternal Imperial Palace-
-9:53 A.M. Imperial Standard Time-

The Divine Emperor Victor Hanistan II, sat upon his throne surrounded by his various vassals and other people of note. The Emperor was about to drink his wine when the Imperial Throne Room doors were thrown open by a red faced sweating page.

The young man had ran to the Emperor with important news from the Imperial High Command itself. The page bowed low before his divine Imperial Majesty and said, "My Divine Emperor Avatar of the Divine Protector himself, I must humbly speak to your august presence."

The Divine Emperor looked down upon the boy and said, "This better be important or your life will be forfeit!"

The page was shaking in fear but handed the document over to the Divine Emperor Victor Hanistan II. The Emperor began to read the document and sighed after grasping the contents of its message. The Czar of West Corinthia had recently passed away and the land was in chaos. The Czar also apparently did not possess an heir to his throne making his land very easy to invade and claim the annexation of West Corinthia could be used to keep order in the chaos stricken land.


The Divine Emperor smiled at this news and said, "I have a plan tell the Imperial High Command to mobilize two full Guard legions into West Corinthia. They shall provide a foothold into the country as the rest of the Imperial Hansian Guard mobilizes to invade the rest of this chaos stricken country!"

The Page ran out the door in a hurry to report to the Imperial High Command, The Emperor had ordered and invasion and an invasion is what he would get…


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The Imperial High Command received their orders to begin mobilization of the Imperial Hansian Guard. The Imperial Grand Commanders quickly ordered the mobilization of the 5th Legion and the 7th Legion to begin its mechanized assault against the chaotic country.


The Grand Imperial Navy also mobilized a fleet of Imperial warships to transport the Legions towards West Corinthia's waters...

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Divine Imperial Decree

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To: Anyone Concerned
From: The Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The troubling concerns of chaos and lawlessness in West Corinthia have given our Divine Emperor Victor Hanistan II, a deep concern for the well being of the citizens of this once glorious land. The Divine Emperor has henceforth ordered the immediate mobilization of the Imperial Hansian Guard to begin pacification of the land of West Corinthia to reestablish order in this chaotic nation.


Signed,

Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs Harold Overman,

Presıdent Urmev read the document carefully, grım lınes runnıng all along hıs face, the leader of one of the powers ın hıs regıon had dıed and the country was thrown ınto turmoıl. However The Republıc of Groznyj and Urmev were busy enough wıth the annexatıon of Annatolıa and the crısıs ın Kravanıa-leadıng to the mobılızatıon of half the army and the deployment of almost the entıre navy). He wanted to help, but knew ıt would be too much a straın on hıs country. He turned to hıs Secretary of State, Ilham Baklava,

"We're too far stretched now wıth the Kravanıan crısıs and constructıng utılıtıes ın annatolıa. Put thıs sıtuatıon under watch, I want to see how events unfold, perhaps we wıll make some sort of entrance, peaceful or forcefull, ınto thıs theatre."

"Sır you don't thınk there ıs anythıng we can do to help our allıes?"

Urmev was taken offgaurd by the youngman's concern.

"Hmm, well then tell the Myrmidonıans that we offer them polıtıcal exıle. We may aıd them mılıtarıly or otherwıse ın the future dependıng on what unfolds."

(just a note, it's supposed to be a secret that there is an heir to the throne.)

IC:

An artillery shell exploded in the courtyard of the Imperial Palace, sending dirt spraying over the entrenched hoplites nearby.

"These rebels are getting too accurate, Major." Captain Yuri Garonov yelled to the man beside him. Though he was relatively small for a soldier, Captain Garonov held an enormous presence over his subordinates. He had earned this respect when he single-handedly defused an armed nuclear bomb during the East Corinthian conflict. But his experiences had left him aggressive and short-tempered, and unwilling to accept defeat.

"What do you want me to do, sir? The palace walls are intact, we have barbed wire surrounding the perimeter, and foxholes inside the perimeter. Basically, we hold the palace but not much else." he rose his voice in anger. "Maybe we could have called in an airstrike when we had a Czar, but we're losing the city!"

Captain Garonov made a motion to strike his Major across the face, but steadied his hand. "I want you to secure this city. That means you, personally. Take a squad, link up with the other pinned down elements in the city, and kill these rebels! That's an order!"

Another shell struck an unoccupied section of the palace.

"My ears are ringing from that one!"

"That's not your ears, it's the phone. I'll get it." Captain Garonov pushed aside several maps laying over the telephone and picked up. "Captain Garonov, West Corinthian Army. If this is the Air Force, god bless you!" Artillery shells and sporatic gunfire could distinctly be heard in the backround.

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Field Marshal Pyotr Chenko saw the planes fly over the small mountain village he was in. He took a yellow smoke grenade out of his pocket and threw it out into the center of the village.

Also seeing the planes, many of the militia fled. A few dozen, however, realized that they only had a short window left with which to assassinate the WC Field Marshal and potential heir to the throne. They brazenly charged into the village, only taking cover once they were past the outlying shacks.

"Take cover!" the Field Marshal yelled, diving to the ground as bullets rattled through the window he had been standing at. Whipping out a radio, he called for support on an open channel to whoever had flown over.

The news spread through Seoul like wild fire. The foreign ministry had been on alert, knowing the Czar was dying. The emperor was quietly informed of his passing. For a great time Emperor Saejong II was silent. He then asked to be alone. When he returned to his subjects, he was informed of even worse news, that since the death of the Czar, West Corinthia had fallen into anarchy. "This is a sad day for my empire and for the whole world". Was his first responce. He called on President Lee, and told him his firmest desire to see West Corinthia stabalized, and to "do what you must"

Prince William glanced at the receive in worry. The man who had just answered the phone, Captain Garonov, sounded like a man being pushed to the brink. The fact that he had expected a call from their Air Force was evident. Could things be spiraling out of control faster than he had anticipated?

"This isn't the Air Force! This is Prince William Kennedy of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough! We have heard of the plight West Corinthia is in and we're sending forces to restore order!"

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General of the Army Nicoli Trotsky looked at the three men standing before him.

"Field Marshal Ilich Zapata. 2nd Army Group."

A middle-aged man of Hispanic features stepped forward.

"Field Marshal Phillip Heinlein. 3rd Army Group."

A white-haired man of European identity stepped forward.

"Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy...the Second. 4th Army Group."

A man of European, but distinctly Slavic identity stepped forward.

"Gentlemen, you have been chosen to lead the Peacekeeping mission to West Corinthia. The three Army Groups which you command will put down the rebels, stop the rioting, and restore order."

"Yes Sir!" the Field Marshals responded.

"You will be provided with thousands of tanks, SAMs, and other assorted armored vehicles. But the most important weapon in your arsenal is this:"

The General pointed towards a vehicle. It was a M998 HMMWV Humvee. However, there was a large satellite dish on top of it.

"That my friends, is the Active Denial System. It's essentially a giant microwave that can be used against people. After a 2 seconds you feel your body begin to heat up. But after 5 seconds, it feels like your body is on fire. That's because the Active Denial system is boiling the water inside your body, heating you up, and making your nerve endings go crazy."

The Field Marshals nodded in understanding. They were well aware of the device's capabilities.

"It can be used on large swaths of people, or it can pinpoint the exact spot on a person's body that you'd like to fry." The General smiled. "These devices have a range of one kilometer. It's perfect when you want to get rioters off the streets, as you will be doing, or preventing enemy soldiers from advancing.

"They're supposed to be relatively harmless, but if need be, it is possible to increase the frequency past 95 GHz so as to inflict severe burns. And God help them if they have a lot of metal on them." the General laughed. The Field Marshals followed suit.

"Gentlemen, assemble your forces. You ship out immediately!"

There was a chorus of "Yes Sirs" as the three Field Marshals rushed to assemble their Army Groups.

With the enouncement of Wilhelmsborough sending troops to restore order to West Corinthia, diplomats from the foreign office began shipping to Wilhelmsborough with offers of a joint peacekeeping force.
The Manchu-Korean empire had a large military force, but it was mostly obsolete, relying on second hand cold war era technology.

With the enouncement of Wilhelmsborough sending troops to restore order to West Corinthia, diplomats from the foreign office began shipping to Wilhelmsborough with offers of a joint peacekeeping force.
The Manchu-Korean empire had a large military force, but it was mostly obsolete, relying on second hand cold war era technology.

OOC: I will get to your diplomats after I finish the phone conversation. In the meantime, tell me more about this old Cold War technology. What exactly do you have from that era?

-Classified Naval Base-
-Classified Time-
-Mobilization Point-



The 5th and 7th Mechanized Hansian Guard Legions had after several hours after receiving their mobilization orders had quickly and efficiently boarded their respective transport vessels. The loading had been well organized and provisioned by the Imperial Department of Logistics Support. They had managed to get the entire beachhead force together and had managed to organize the mechanized units with supplies and weapons.

The Legions had finally assembled their heavy equipment and APC's. The Tank brigades had been the last units to load onto the transport ships. Once they had finished this difficult task they waited for the authorization code for the invasion to commence…

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-Imperial High Command-
-Time Classified-
-Office of Imperial Grand Field Marshal Gregory Pommel-

The Imperial Grand Field Marshal Gregory Pommel had been a member of the Imperial High Command for years. It had been a long time since the Eternal Divine Imperium of Hanisa had actually fought a war. The idea of an invasion was a shocker but not unexpected haphazard of his job.

The scary part of the job of being an Imperial Grand Marshal was taking the responsibility for the success of a campaign against a foreign power was not always an easy task. The current Warmaster of the Imperium, Boris Griswald had given the authorization code to activate the invasion against the anarchic nation of West Corinthia.

The Imperial Grand Field Marshal picked up his private line to the naval bases that had assembled the two mechanized Legions. Gregory Pommel finally after breathing a deep sigh gave the authorization code to attack, "Legion Commanders, The Code is Zulu, Alpha Charlie Bravo, Delta….."

The Legion Commanders replied quickly and decisively, "Affirmative sir, Invasion code given Imperial 4th Fleet heading to West Corinthia."

The Imperial Grand Field Marshal replied somberly, "May his imperial holiness be with you on this mission for the Imperium."

The Legion Commander responded, "We go to spread his will to the heathens!"

Imperial Grand Field Marshal Gregory Pommel hung up the phone and ordered his aide, "I want the Divine Eyes watching West Corinthia. I want notification of large troop movements, hostile fire fights, major cities the works.."

The aide bowed and headed to check the spy satellite team over in intelligence for reports on the Eternal Divine Imperium's new conquest…

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-The Imperial 4th Fleet's Dramatic Launch To Sea-

The Imperial 4th Fleet finally left anchor and headed towards West Corinthia's waters to begin its "Pacification" mission. The true intention of this force however was far more insidious as the Golden Dragon Flags of the Imperium flung high in the racing winds…..


OOC:

1 Legion

200,000 Infantry
2,000 M1 Abhrams Tanks
900 APC's
95 A-H1 Supercobra's
50 Basilisk Artillery Units


Fleet:

1 Nimitz Air Craft Carrier
25 Destroyers
15 Cruisers
3 Battleships
40 Patrol Craft
Attached to this fleet For The Mission: 30 Transport Ships

The Londim army that had been dispatched to help the West Corinthian army had mobilised and were making their way towards the West Corinthia border. Light Infantry were reaching the border in military transport trucks and behind followed a line of tanks:

Tanks (http://www.afsouth.nato.int/exercises/dynamicmix/tanks.jpg)

that were well armored against heavy attacks. Paratroopers were also being dropped at specific locations where trouble seemed to be at its highest point.

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General Kilton was in the War Room back in Londim listening to reports coming. It seemed the majority of the enemy were untrained fighters who could be dealt with swiftly. As he reviewed this he phoned through to the Palace in West Corinthia hoping to get a reply.

"Comrades, the Czar is fallen."

With those words, the long-awaited Operation Black Banner swung into action...

A Skgorrian transport aircraft had taken advantage of the chaos caused by the war and snuck into Corinthian territory one night. 12 men jumped out of the aircraft and opened their chutes when they were a few hundred feet from the ground. Upon landing, the 12 men buried their parachutes and loaded their weapons. Sneaking away into the trees, their entry into West Corinthia had been totally unnoticed but for one observer...

"Damn," cursed Comrade Element Leader Elect Chulain, "the Skgorrians have arrived."
"What should we do, Element?"
"Carry on with the mission. Remember the farce at Paradise City? No more cock-ups like that, even if it was successful in the end..."
"Agreed," chorused the others.

Lowering their infra-red goggles, the ten-person team drifted through the forest, away from the Skgorrian soldiers and towards their first objective...

The Skgorrian men were no ordinary soldiers, they were Storm Squad troopers, the finest Skgorria had to offer. Heavily indoctrinated and trained, they were already veterans and lusted to take their rightful place as the tip of the spear that would pierce the foul heart of Zionist Bolshevism.

The Storm Squad men began assembling their weapons. Trigger housings were snapped into place, gas chambers configured and sights checked. Soon each soldier had his own Stg-88 rifle in fully working order, night-sights on and were lying prone in a circle, ready to move.

Over the radio, a voice crackled: "Your mission is combat Disorder and Chaos, and create Unity wherever you can. Hail Victory!
"Hail Victory!" the men whispered back. Slowly, they all stood up, weapons cocked and ready. The Storm Squad Leader motioned east, and the men took up their long march...

"Captain, have you been watching the news?" the Major looked away from the TV to find Captain Garonov.

"Dammit, Major, I have better things to do than watch TV all day, we're in a Civil War, and losing!" Captain Garonov composed himself and approached his Major. "What is it?"

"Sir, foreign countries are beginning to take notice. A lot of mobilization going on."

"Good report, soldier, I've got a broadcast to make. Oh, and answer the damn phone if it rings again!"

Sure enough, the phone rang a moment later, it was Londim. The Major grabbed it and answered, "Major Aleksei, West Corinthian Army. Who is speaking?"

~Broadcast to all involved nations~

This is Captain Garonov, acting Field Marshal of the West Corinthian Army. Many of you have heard reports that the Czar of my country is dead. Also, that he died without an heir. Know that all hope is not lost. We are doing our best to hold the country against the rebels who would wish to wreak chaos and destruction upon the free world. We are not completely in anarchy, more of a civil war where neither side has complete control. If you come to aid us, as we hope you are, know that we have troops stationed across the country, either pinned down or isolated from reinforcements. If you encounter any of these embattled squads in cities of forts, please attempt to rescue them and ensure that they regroup in the capital safely. Do not fire on them! We are still an army, just without a Czar. That is all.

-Captain Garonov, acting Field Marshal WCA

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~Just outside of Kydonia~

A West Corinthian soldier smoked a cigarette to keep warm on his patrol. The winter was coming, and an early frost hit that night. "It's cold as hell out here, Yuri." the soldier looked back for his friend. "Yuri?"

He caught a bullet to the chest and dropped. Yuri, who had turned around to go back inside the silo was cut down by a hail of lead. Militia swarmed out of the forest, overwhelming a relatively small West Corinthian garrison.

Once inside, they took a dozen soldiers and three scientists captive, leading them into the very depths of the silo. This silo was a nuclear missile silo, and it was now in militia hands. In fact, these militia belonged to the West Corinthian Separatists, a terrorist group that had operated in the country since Czar Kotov took power.

~Terrorist radio broadcast~

We have taken over a nuclear missile silo in West Corinthia and we have prisoners. If our demands are not met, we shall fire the missile at a target of our choosing. We demand the head of Czar Kotov's bastard child! What child you ask? We have intel that one exists. A supposed "heir" to the throne. We will not allow this bastard to stop us! We take full responsibility for poisoning the Czar's wine, which led to his death. Now we intend to follow through on our handiwork.

General Kilton waited. The phone was then picked up. He listened to the person on the otherside of the line.

"Major Aleksei, this is General Kilton of the Londim Army. We have heard of plight and wish to aid you. A section of our army is already nearing your borders. We have sent light infantry along with tanks and also Special Ops. Air support is also avaliable if you so need it. All we need is your permission to enter your nation to help you and help restore your nation."

Young Empress Violet saw the cctv of the nation, as part of the city network.

she assembled her young team of soldiers and took two Apaches and flew to the city.

taking advantage of the city when its mourning is disgusting

The apaches landed quietly in a small neutral settlement out of the town, she pulled open the plans stolen from her fathers drawer.

she sent the troops and aimed for the other two forces.

One of the Storm Squad soldiers had been watching the broadcast on his own PCD (personal communications device, think PDA-style).
"You see that sir? They claim there is still Order here"
"Looked more like a reassurance to a panicking populace to me," spat Ianovich, "these Corinthians are in serious trouble and need our help to combat the Chaos that has enveloped them. Any new messages from Command?" The soldier pressed a few buttons, but shook his head.
"Negative sir, our orders remain the same."
"Then move out," gestured Ianovich and the squad continued their march through the dark forest

Major Aleksei was surprised by the politeness of the person he was talking to. "Permission? Do you think we're going to stop you? Sorry, I've been *hiccup* sneaking a few drinks from the Czar's liquor cabinet...wha?"

Luckily, Captain Garonov was still nearby and intervened. "Captain Garonov speaking. Please excuse my incompetent Major, the war's been hard on us all. If you want border access, it's given. Also, I've heard Field Marshal Chenko is pinned down inside Irkustk and needs immediate evac. Maybe you can tell we don't have any troops to spare to go pick him up. Be aware, the area's very hot, and hostiles are heavily armed."

OOC: I will get to your diplomats after I finish the phone conversation. In the meantime, tell me more about this old Cold War technology. What exactly do you have from that era?
OOC: We have 5 armored divisions equipped with T-72s and over 200 Sukhoi Su-25 and 300 MiG-29s to fly escort. Our infantry is equipped with the M16A1.

IC: Ambassador Gioro-Ilgen spoke for the need of a "joint command" for West Corinthia. "Everyone wants to be Emperor, they are causing more chaos then order by each going in. Together we must form a coalition to bring stability to the people of West Corinthia."

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11384234#post11384234
OOC thread now up. Just one quick thing, your T-72s are going to get wiped out, you see, my country specializes in heavy armor. I even have a storefront, but note that some of my tanks have fallen into the hands of the rebels, and the tanks are very good.

Popping aspirin into his mouth, Tenarius groaned.
"Now what? I've been busy with the goddamn Burnsian Desert. What are you waking me at 4 in the moring for?"
"Sir, you better look at this."
Taking the dispatch, Tenarius groaned. This would be a nice chance to expand the Empire, but he was too busy with Kravania.
"I want 80 Praetorian Guards sent in. That's all for now."
"But sir, the Groznyjs are here too."

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11384234#post11384234
OOC thread now up. Just one quick thing, your T-72s are going to get wiped out, you see, my country specializes in heavy armor. I even have a storefront, but note that some of my tanks have fallen into the hands of the rebels, and the tanks are very good.
Duely noted. :)

Upon seeing the yellow smoke a single CF-17 flew so low it actually brushed its bottom against some of the larger trees. It wobbled its wings as it flew over the area of the smoke as if telling the Field Marshall that help was there.

"Rook Eight to Bishop, recieving low quality transmission from the ground. Believed to be King. Repeats calls for aid. Please advise, over."

"Eight, intel suggests the Field Marshall and his entourage are surrounded. If the smoke is in the village it's probably him. Keep a close eye. Watch the rain fall."

"Roger Bishop. Eight out."

Another CF-17 that had been patrolling above the village spotted to trucks with machine guns speeding towards the village and the smoke.

"Shrimp to Lead. Engaging hostile vehicle. Over"

"Roger Shrimp. Crab assist. Repeat, Crab assist."

"Crab copies."

The two CF-17s dove for the trucks launching light rockets and straffing the dirt road with cannon fire from their single 25mm cannons.

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the greyhounds from the Second Fleet had arrived over the village and were dropping their cargo into small clearings north and south of the target. Within minutes, the rain drops began to hit the ground and fan out, searching for the field marshall.

"This way" Someone yelled over the din of the small arms fire.

Captain Casey, the leader of the drop, began sprinting with a small number of soldiers to a small house on the outskirts of the village. "You four, follow that road and set up a blocking position there." He pointed to a spot on the map. "And you guys, come with me. We are going here, let's find that Field Marshall."

The group broke out of the building sprinting across the street and split up. The captain and his group went south, towards the last of the drifting smoke, while the other team used the buildings as cover to approach a small church.

The team gathered outside the main door, took a deep breath and busted in.

"GET DOWN! GET THE FUCK DOWN!" The sergeant yelled as his team pointed their weapons into the populated church. "Johnson, Carter, check them for weapons. Adiran, come with me." Adrian and the sergeant hussled to a staircase leading upstairs to a ladder which inturn lead to the steeple. A perfect observation point.

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Back on the carriers, five CH-46 Sea Knights and six SH-60 Sea Hawks were lifting off the decks. It would take them forty-five minutes to navigate their way to the village to extract the marine paratroops. Hopefully the marines could hold on.

Another squadron of CF-17s rushed over the scene as the original group began withdrawing. They had been patrolling and were airborne for sometime before being rushed into West Corinthian air space, they were now dangerously low on fuel.

Major Aleksei was surprised by the politeness of the person he was talking to. "Permission? Do you think we're going to stop you? Sorry, I've been *hiccup* sneaking a few drinks from the Czar's liquor cabinet...wha?"

Luckily, Captain Garonov was still nearby and intervened. "Captain Garonov speaking. Please excuse my incompetent Major, the war's been hard on us all. If you want border access, it's given. Also, I've heard Field Marshal Chenko is pinned down inside Irkustk and needs immediate evac. Maybe you can tell we don't have any troops to spare to go pick him up. Be aware, the area's very hot, and hostiles are heavily armed."

General Kilton listened to the Captain.

"We will send troops immediatly. May your nation be safe once more." With that General Kilton replaced the handset and radioed through to Lieutenant Grifit who was waiting for orders.

"Lieutenant this is General Kilton. We have permision to engage. Repeat permission to engage. Make your way to Irkustk. This is a search and rescue mission. The risk of encountering hostilities is high but we have faced greater enemies. We wish you luck."

West Corinthia Border

Lieutenant Grifit listened to the orders coming through. The soldiers had been getting bored, all waiting for action. They were eager to fight. Grifit held the megaphone up and began to speak.

" Soldiers we have permission to engage. Repeat permission to engage." At this point the soldiers cheered and got into formation to enter West Corinthia. "Our target is Irkustk where a Field marshal Chenko is being held. This is search and rescue. The hostilities you will face are mainly untrained militia who are intent of causing mayhem. If things get too heavy air support is on standby. Lets move out!!"

With that last sentence tanks were started up and began moving with infantry marching infront. Paratroopers would land in the target zone when needed but for now Londims Armed Forces would provide a very tough opponent for the enemy.

"Mr. Presıdent, Secretary of state Ilham Karachay on the lıne."

"Put hım through.." Urmev was enjoyıng probably the fırst peaceful meal he had had ın weeks.

"Mr. Presıdent, there's somethıng ımportant I have to tell you.."

"Let me have ıt Ilham"

"Sır, the rebels ın Corınthıa have captured.."- Urmev could hear the nervousness ın the mans voıce and ımmedıatly put down hıs sandwhıch -"they've captured a nuclear mıssıle sılo. They've saıd that ıf they do not get the head of the late Czar's heır, they wıll nuke any target they wısh."

The words sank lıke a brıck ın Urmev's throat. There was Kravanıa, there was the expansıon of Groznyj, and now a possıble nuclear threat. Immedıate actıon was paramount.

"Ilham schedule a conference, I want all mılıtary chıefs present."

"Rıght away sır."

-It was Ruslan Urmev's habıt of makıng hıs secretary of state hıs second secretary. He threw out the remaınder of the sandwhıch and left hıs offıce.

--13 mınutes later--

Two ımposıng men ın jet-black unıforms stood outsıde the embroıdered cherry-oak doors of the conference room. Insıde plans for a war were dıscussed. Strategıes were thrown about and shot down. Then one was agreed upon....

The entıre Groznıan Republıc Navy was out ın Kravanıan waters. The 2nd Battle Legıon was also mobılızed and ready to go to Kravanıa. However Corınthıa was a short march away up north and whıthın fıghter and bomber range.
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1200hrs, Presıdentıal Palace, Farbantı:
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Urmev pıcked up the mıcrophone and spoke aloud hıs actıons to aıd the Corınthıan government;

To whoever ıs ın charge of the Corınthıan Czarıst Army, thıs ıs Ruslan Urmev, presıdent of the Republıc of Groznyj. As I speak attack fıghters and bombers are beıng readied to come to your aıd. We wıll send ground troops to aıd your army and crush the rebel forces ın Corınthıa. If you have the means, let my aırforce know where to drop ammunıtıon and other vıtal supplıes. Also, ıt ıs ımperıtıve that I know the exact locatıon of the commandeered mıssıle sılo ın your natıon. Keep holdıng out, your angels ın the south are on thereway.

Ruslan stepped back. He was about to say that he hoped gettıng hıs natıon ınto 2 sımultaneous wars wasn't a mıstake. He opened hıs mouth and fell to the floor unconcıous.

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1600 hrs, Kantı AırForce Base.
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The tarmac was alıve wıth noıse and movement. It was a hot day and the heat could be seen radıatıng off the runways. In clear sky fıghter squadrons could be seen practıcıng maneuvers and C130's practıcıng paradrops. A man ın the sky would have been able to see planes of all sorts, all the varıous fıghters and bombers of Groznyj's proud aırforce, and transports for ıts troops, stretchıng for hundreds of mıles south of Kantı. On the ground a squadron of F-14 Tomcats gunned theır engınes and got ready to begın the fırst mılıtary engagement that Groznyj had been a part of ın 146 years ever sınce ıts ındependence. The Khava squadron waıted for run way clearance...

"Tower, thıs ıs Kava One, we are ready for take off and waıtıng for clearance"

"I read you Kava One, there's a C-5 about to land. You'll have to waıt for ıt."

-Tarkan looked behınd over to hıs copılot. Mogass looked back at hım and gave hım the fınger. They both smıled,

"I'm gonna kıck your ass when we land bro."

"Bullshıt, you got your ass handed to you by Amsterdamn last week"

"Hey when I take a shower I don!t expect havıng someone try to stıck a twınkıe up my ass"

"Sure you don't, you just fake that you aren't aware cuz you lıke ıt so much"

Shut the hell up," Mogass laughed. The two knew eachother sınce hıghschool and were closest of frıends. They routınely trıed to embarrass one another.

-Just then a C-5 roared accross the runway.

"That's my cue" saıd Tarkan, and he spun around and gave a fınal check to all hıs ınstruments.

"Kava One thıs ıs tower, you are cleared for take off. Good luck, your the tıp of the spear"

"Thanks tower, I'll see you on the ground"

13 F-14s roared theır engınes and began theır takeoff. They took off sımultaneously and broke ınto a wıng formatıon wıth Kava One at poınt. It would be an hour's fıght ınto hostıle terrıtory. Theır target was a tank factory confırmed by the Corınthıan Army to be ın rebel hands. The 13 planes clımbed to 32,000 ft and everyone was sılent. A moment later a loud "wooooooooooo!!!!" was heard on the radıo, "We've just exıted Groznıan aırspace fellas!" yelled the excıted Nıravna ın her pılot seat ın Kava Three. She had a reputatıon for beıng the crasıest and most attractıve woman ın the aırforce. It had been the lost crusade for everyman to try ın vaın to woo her, she would just play along and dump them at the last second. She hated beıng ın a fıxed relatıonshıp, the sky was her home.

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1716 hrs
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47 mınutes later a copılot spotted fıres and explosıons on the ground. The planes dropped to 17,000 and contınued at hıgh speed towards the objectıve. The GAF may have been untested, but they had some of the best traınıng and talented pılots ın teh world. The rebels wouldn't know what hıt them.

The SS men came upon a small camp from which laughter and screaming could be heard and there were many fires visible. Sending a scout ahead, Ianovich ordered his squad to take cover.

SS-man Gorobets took out his field glasses and couldn't see that much detail with the night sight.
"I can see lots of movement, some are armed. It appears there are some people under guard, and they are being led off in small groups" he reported over the radio, "it looks like for rape and execution, and there's a platoon's worth of troops"
Disorder and Chaos! We must fight them wherever we find them! thought Ianovich.
"Hold your position" Ianovich stated, "we'll move up to you." Moving through the long grass, the SS men were able to avoid detection. The camp was now directly ahead of them, it wasn't much to look at. Just a few tents and trucks around a large fire, with hostages in the middle.

"Charlie section, move to those trees to the left" Ianovich gestured to a small copse of tall trees. "You'll give covering fire whilst we advance. Hail Victory!"
"Hail victory!" whispered the SS men, and the 6 men of Charlie section moved off stealthily. The remainder, Delta section, spread out into a line facing the enemy who were about 150 metres away. A couple of minutes later, the radio crackled "Charlie in position"
"Open fire" ordered Ianovich and tracer rounds lit up the night. Standing soldiers were cut down, and some took cover and started firing back. The enemy was now completely orientated to face Charlie, thus Delta fire team began the arduous process of crawling closer to the enemy. Charlie continued to cut down Corinthian soldiers, but their fate was sealed when Delta section stood up and charged, screaming a wordless rage. Some tried to flee, but they were picked off by Skgorrian fire. Charlie section moved into the camp the route Delta had come, so as to avoid mines.

"What foul Zionist plot was here?" spat Gorobets, looking at the massed prisoners, who appeared to all be civillians. They were clearly terrified, and pleading to be set free. The SS men were searching the dead for intelligence and killing the surviving soldiers.
"I don't know, but let's get these people free! Petersen, do so!" commanded Ianovich, and one SS man advanced on the hostages with his bayonet and cut the ropes bounding them all.
"Sir, lights!" one of the SS men yelled, and a convoy could be seen in the distance working its way towards the camp, the vehicles clearly not of Corinthian origin.
"Damn!" cursed Ianovich, "let's get out of here!" and with that the SS men melted into the night, leaving some very confused civillians and much carnage...

Location: Bosperous Strait

There is only a single way to enter the Black Sea, and that is through the Bosperous Strait. The ships of Wilhelmsborough's 1st Fleet that are permenantly stationed there are charged with preventing entry to any unattractive military elements. Above and below, patrols are conducted every hour of the day. Submarines and divers travel up and down that Strait, keeping track of everything that goes through ths narrow body of water.

Location: 1st Fleet Flagship-Iron Maiden, CIC

At that moment, all was quiet in the CIC. It was the early afternoon, and the second shift of divers had dropped into the water. Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey had just finished his lunch and was now making his rounds making sure that everyone was doing the jobs they were supposed to do.

The Lieutenant at the long range SONAR tracking system was at his station monitoring the presence of ships beyond the Bosperous, when something unusual happened. In the Sea of Marmara, just where it touched the Dardanelles, a blip appeared. Then another. Then another. And then another!

The Lieutenant snapped his head back towards the CIC. "Sir. I've got something here on my scopes."

Fleet Admiral Halsey came over to the station to see what was going on. "What is it, Lieutenant?"

The Lieutenant pointed at the screen. "Long range tracking has just picked up an unknown group of ships entering the Sea of Marmara, sir."

The Fleet Admiral looked at the screen. He was surprised to see that the blips had grown to twelve.

"Could they be tanker ships?"

"Negative, sir. Tanker ships don't usually move in groups like that."

Halsey frowned. Now the blips had increased to twenty. Now twenty-one. Now twenty-two!

"Could they be our ships?"

"Negative sir. The 2nd and 3rd Fleets are out in the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, respectedly."

"Admiral!" shouted the Lieutenant from the COM. "I just got a communication from our air patrol in the Sea of Marmara! He says there's a huge fleet of foreign military ships coming in through the Dardanelles!"

The Fleet Admiral was getting worried. He turned back the screen only to find that there were forty blips. Now there was forty-one!

"Where are they going?" Halsey whispered.

"Perhaps it has something to do with West Corinthia sir."

The Fleet Admiral rounded on the young Lieutenant. "What did you say?"

The Lieutenant gulped. "S-since that country fell into anarchy, there are some countries that might want to annex those lands, for their strategic location."

The Fleet Admiral stood straight up. The Lieutenant was right! Halsey stood rigid as he realized the implications of what could happen.

"In any case, someone's coming in force, sir." said the Lieutenant.

The Fleet Admiral was silent as he took in this news.

"Sir?" inquired the Lieutenant.

All at once, Halsey sprung into action.

"RED ALERT!" he shouted. "Alert the fleet! Tell them a large naval force is headed our way! And get all divers in the water!"

At once, the ships of the 1st Fleet sprung into action. Battlestations were manned, fighters were prepped for launch, and armed divers were dropped into the water. Everyone prepared for what was coming towards their narrow strait.

The First Fleet:

3 Nimitz-class Aircraft Carriers
3 Overlord-class Frigates
12 Seawolf-class Submarines
15 Kirov-class Battlecruisers
30 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Submarine Frigates

216 Su-47 Flankers
24 S-3 Vikings
15 UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopters

Location: Yalta Air Force Base

In the sky over the Air Force Base, General of the Air Force Salazar Sherman could see hundreds and hundreds of airships. But on the ground before him, he saw nine men standing at attention.

"General Albert Rollins! 6th Air Fleet!"

A man with a short haircut and a large neck stepped forward.

"General Bradley Farrell! 7th Air Fleet!"

A blond man with a round face stepped forward.

"General Colin Winters! 8th Air Fleet!"

A pale man with red hair stepped forward.

"General Devon Johansson! 9th Air Fleet!"

A bald black man stepped forward.

"General Erich Zhan! 10th Air Fleet!"

A man of German persuasion stepped forward.

"General Fredrick Smith! 11th Air Fleet!"

A tanned man with dark black hair stepped forward.

"General Gregory Hamilton! 12th Air Fleet!"

A mustached man with eyeglasses stepped forward.

"General Henry Jefferson! 13th Air Fleet!"

A tall man with white hair and a beard stepped forward.

"General Isaac Zimmermann! 14th Air Fleet!"

A man of Hebrew persuasion stepped forward.

"You have been activated for the Peacekeeping mission to West Corinthia! Your ships will follow the three Army Groups, providing aerial support! You will be supported by various aircraft that I will send for assistance!

"Make sure however, that you neutralize any enemy aircraft, and destroy any enemy bases! Order must be restored, so that their Central Government may regain control!"

The General paused to allow his words to sink in. "Have I made this perfectly clear to you?"

The nine Generals responded, Sir! Yes Sir!"

"Good!" replied Sherman. "Now Gentlemen! Get to your flagships before they leave you behind!"

The Generals turned and walked quickly towards nine Chinook helicopters that were ready for takeoff. Those helicopters took off carrying the Generals towards their respective flagships, which were just leaving to follow the Army Groups, now en route for the West Corinthian shores.

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Each Air Fleet is made up of 75 Airships. They are:

3 Trojan II class Airborne Aircraft Carriers
8 Trojan I class Airborne Aircraft Carriers
9 Mako class Airship Bombers
15 Hyperion class Rigid Airships
40 Spartan Fleet Defense Airships

With all nine Air Fleets together, the total number of each airship is:

27 Trojan II class Airborne Aircraft Carriers
72 Trojan I class Airborne Aircraft Carriers
81 Mako class Airship Bombers
135 Hyperion class Rigid Airships
360 Spartan Fleet Defense Airships

Each Trojan II can carry 20 Su-47s and 2 CH-47 Chinook Transport Helicopters
Each Trojan I can carry 10 Su-47s and 2 CH-47 Chinook Transport Helicopters

Total: 540 Su-47’s and 54 Chinooks on the Trojan IIs
720 Su-47’s and 144 Chinooks on the Trojan I’s

Grand Total: 1,260 Su-47s and 198 Chinooks.

There were 3 Army Groups that had been assembled for this mission. Each Army Group contained 576,000 troops. Together, the three represented a total of 1,728,000 soldiers altogether.

Field Marshall Ilich Zapata's 2nd Army Group would be deployed to the southernmost city of Sochi.

Field Marshal Phillip Heinlein's 3rd Army Group would be deployed to the resort city of Novorossiysk.

Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy's 4th Army Group would be deployed to the northernmost city of Taganrog, in the Sea of Azov.

Each Field Marshal would be backed up by three Air Fleets apiece.

At this very moment, the Army Groups had been loaded aboard their transports and were making a short trip from the Crimean Peninsula to the Caucasus regions where the nation West Corinthia lay.

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Ground Units:

Field Marshal Ilich Zapata 2nd Army Group
Field Marshal Phillip Heinlein 3rd Army Group
Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy 4th Army Group

One Army Group: 576,000 soldiers
Total # of soldiers: 1,728,000

Weapons: AK-74U and Beretta Model 92 sidearm. Snipers will use Galil Snipers.
Armor: Kevlar armor and camoflage uniforms.

Vehicles:

5,000 Active Denial Systems (loaded atop M998 HMMWV Humvees)
5,000 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicles
6,000 Avenger Low Level Anti-Air Vehicles
7,000 M1A1 Abrams Tanks
10,000 M998 HMMWV Humvees
21,000 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks

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1200hrs, Presıdentıal Palace, Farbantı:
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Urmev pıcked up the mıcrophone and spoke aloud hıs actıons to aıd the Corınthıan government;

To whoever ıs ın charge of the Corınthıan Czarıst Army, thıs ıs Ruslan Urmev, presıdent of the Republıc of Groznyj. As I speak attack fıghters and bombers are beıng readied to come to your aıd. We wıll send ground troops to aıd your army and crush the rebel forces ın Corınthıa. If you have the means, let my aırforce know where to drop ammunıtıon and other vıtal supplıes. Also, ıt ıs ımperıtıve that I know the exact locatıon of the commandeered mıssıle sılo ın your natıon. Keep holdıng out, your angels ın the south are on thereway.


Captain Garonov's temper rose as the phone rang once again. "What am I, a messenger?"

"We had to put the messenger on the line with the other hoplites, remember?"

"Ah yes, I remember." Captain Garonov picked up the phone and listened. "We have lost contact with the silo located 4 kilometers NW of Kydonia. I assume that's the one they commandeered. But please understand, I have over a dozen people in there being held captive. An air strike is out of the question. I'm mobilizing a squad of myrmidons to head down there now. We could work out a joint operation if you wish."

A car drove into the barricade protecting the palace main gate and exploded. Captain Garonov's radio started buzzing with cries of wounded soldiers. "Hold on, we've got a situation here." Captain Garonov handed the phone to Major Aleksei and headed to his observation point. The gate to the palace was breached, and militia were swarming in. The entrenched hoplites opened fire on the militia, killing many and routing the rest. "Dammit, these attacks are getting too frequent. We can't keep building up the wall indefinitely."

Outside Irkutsk

The tanks rolled silently to a halt on a hill near the target zone. The soldiers were all in formattion. As they had made the trip to Irkutsk the Londim army had engaged a few number of times and hostilities were dealt with quickly. Lieutenant Grifit looked at Irkutsk through his binoculars. It seemed like a small village but it had a large amount of attention from the rebels. The rebels seemed to have encircled the village and so would need to be breached to get to Field Marshal Chenko. Snipers had taken up strategic positions to take out as many hostilities as possible. Grifit turned to the tanks.

"FIRE!!!", he shouted. As soon as the word had left his mouth a mass of tank fire erupted breaking up the hostilites. The tanks were careful to avoid the centre of the village. Lieutenant Grifit the turned to the infantry.

"CHARGE!!!!" With this command wave after wave of infantrymen charged toward the area firing as the rebels fired back..

To: Captain Garonov, acting Field Marshal WCA
From: Carpathia Ziemowit, Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
Subject: Rebellion

As you are undoubtably aware, the Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis owes a debt of honor, though war is on our doorstop as well. However, we cannot allow the chaos that has consumed your country to spread any further. As you are also aware, West Corinthia has a lease on a base on an island to the southern half of our country. Should you need a place to hold high-level prisioners in need of interrogation, we will happily modify the lease to allow this.

We cannot offer massive military aid, though we have a fast response unit, the 5th Deathshead Batallion, onboard a classified ship 2 days steam from your country, that we may offer to train deathsquads and conduct surgical strikes that larger forces are often unable to do. However, as a light unit, they lack heavy armor and transport, and would need to requisition some from you. What say you?

-Carpathia Ziemowit
Arch Arsonist
"Fear Ensures Loyaltly!"

~Transmission to Carpathia Ziemowit~

Any aid you can render us would be more than welcome. At the time of the rebellion most of our heavy armor was deployed in foreign theatres, which was lucky for us, because the rebels likely would have captured most of it. I'm happy to report that a task force led by Major Aleksei of the WCA captured several intact factories in downtown Kydonia yesterday. They should be operational by now. They're working on repairing our own tanks and then producing new ones, at the moment. We'd happily divert some of our armored units to you for use by your forces. Let us know where to link up with you.

Also, I hope you've been following the news. The rebels claim to have an armed nuclear missile, we believe in the silo due NW of Kydonia. We lost transmission with the silo shortly before the claim. They have prisoners and a demand we cannot meet. We felt you should know before deploying any of your men over here. A ground operation is in planning.

-Captain Garonov

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Location: Irkutsk

"Reinforcements! Looks like Londim from the insignia." a myrmidon shouted to Field Marshal Chenko, before resuming his firing position from one of the windows of the shack.

"We have to get out of here, now." Chenko stated, turning to the 15 year old standing next to him.

"I can fight!" the boy yelled. He cocked his assault rifle and tried to get past Chenko, who was blocking the way to the door.

"You are the Czar's son. You will have to fight, but now it is more important that you live. Follow me, we're going to link up with those friendlies." Chenko called the myrmidon captain over. "Captain, deploy smoke on my mark, then we make for the friendlies. Protect Prince Aleksei with your life."

"Let's go!" the myrmidon captain kicked open the door of the shack and threw out a smoke grenade. The other two myrmidons rushed out into the village center to secure a path towards Londim's forces. After taking out several rebels with their Hali 42's, they motioned 'all clear' for Chenko and the Prince.

As Chenko stepped out of the shack, a rebel came from behind the house and fired with an Ak-47. One bullet struck the Field Marshal in the leg, and he collapsed onto his other leg. The Prince wasted no time, taking aim with his own Hali-42 and dropping the rebel in 4 shots.

To: Commander-in-Chief, West Corinthian Loyallists
From: The Supreme Leader Of The Skgorrian Armed Forces

Your state has fallen under the sway of the foul Zionists and Bolsheviks, thus to help combat Chaos and restore Order I am sending a company of SS Panzers, in addition to the Storm Squad unit already operating in your territory. Skgorria will not rest until the foul insurgents lie dead beneath our righteous fists of steel!

As the Lieutenant watched the battle from his vantage point by the tanks he was contacted by one of the soldiers.

"Sir...smoke grenade has been detonated..vision restricted...Someone coming through the smoke. Its a young boy and I think we have found Field Marshall Chenko..Yes its him. Target secured.

The Lieutenant gave a sigh of relief but then,

"MEDIC!!!. Filed Marrshall down. I repeat Field marshall down."

"Shit", thought Grifit to himself. he radioed the soldier. "Is he okay? Report situation. Over." Static followed for a few seconds..

"Leg wound sir. Chenko has been wounded in the leg. We have shielded him from the enemy. Hostilities dying down. Bringing Chenko back to base Sir. Over"

Grifit gave another sigh of relief. The leg wound could be dealt with swiftly and easily. He waited for the soldiers to bring Chenko and this young boy back.

20 planes buzzed over territory held by West Corinthian separitists.
The Imperial Emperor Tenarius had changed his orders. It was his interest to see West Corinthia destabilized as much as possible. That way, when this Kraven mess was over, it would be easier for invasion.
30 Praetorian Guards and 120 Blackwolf Guards were on the 20 planes flying in V-formation.
In the lead plane, Nikolai Vlasov, second-in-command of the Praetorian Guards, looked out into the night sky.
This was dangerous. They were many countries supporting the stabilization, including the Empire's temporary ally in this Kraven situation. However, it was the Emperor's will.
Opening a private radio channel, Vlasov began to give a speech,
"Men! You are the Empire, and hence, the best in the world. I expect you to do what must be done.
This is the mission briefing. We are to go assist the rebels for the moment. Do anything necessary. We are currently flying over rebel territory and we're dropping in 10 minutes over some nuclear silo they hold. Get your gear, spit out your crack, and shove a magmum up ass!"
Yerellkov heard cheers break out, with the usual cries of "Vive L'Empereur!"
All the same, this was interesting. If all went wrong, well, then they all knew what orders they would execute if the terrorists got too annoying...

10 minutes later, the plane doors opened.
The Praetorian Guards went first, followed by the Blacwolf Guards.
At 500 feet, the parachutes went up, and the men softly floated down.

Skgorria had mobilised its entire obsolete air transport fleet, all aircraft of Soviet design, to transport 2nd Company, 5th Battallion, 1st Battlegroup, 5th SS Panzer Division "Zionbane" to West Corinthia. With a small escort of MiG-31 fighters, the transport aircraft landed in an abandoned airfield near the border. 6 T-95 tanks and 3 BMP-IIIs landed and disembarked with great haste, the whole company was very vulnerable at this stage. Within 10 tense minutes the company was in battle order and the aircraft were away to Skgorria to fetch supplies to be dropped at some point in the near future. The company then moved out in battle order to pick up its missing squad..

OOC: assume I got air clearance to fly to West Corinithia's border by bribing, begging and cajoling other governments.

ooc: using fluid time to attack Londim's forces as they approach Irkutsk (after the post titled "Outside Irkutsk")

As they had been patrolling over Irkutsk, the CF-17s of the Second Commonwealth Fleet noticed a column of armour, light armour and light vehicles approach from the bottom of the moutain.

"Dragon Fly to Beetle do you copy?"

"Beetle copy over"

"Hostile formation approaching from your six o'clock. Keep an eye."

"Roger Dragon Fly."

"Dragon Fly will engage. Standby"

"Roger"

The CF-17s swooped in low over the Saint Fedskian soldiers which had the majority of the village occupied but had yet to find the Field Marshall and his entourage. A pair of the fighters buzzed over the tank column as if to warn them not to approach the village, but still the enemy advanced.

"Dragon Fly has engaged."

"Roger"

The CF-17s then broke formation, and scattered amongst the sky. The target environment was too rich; a mass of armour and vehicles approaching from a confined space. The CF-17s screamed in, pouring cannon fire down on the lighter vehicles and firing anti-tank missiles at the enemy tanks.

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In the village...

"Sir, we have spotted the Field Marshall." A soldier told informed Captain Casey.

"Thank you" he said to the soldier before turning to a sergeant, "Sergeant, get your squad down there, secure the Marshall before he gets captured."

"Right away sir" The Sergeant ran out of the building, his ten man squad following closely.

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Within minutes, the CAP (constant air patrol) squadron had been rushed to Irkutsk to help fend off the Londimian attack. In all, eight fighters had just left, eight fighters were tackling the Londimian armour and another eight were on their way.

The eleven helicopters were only about ten minutes out, giving the Commonwealth Marines a very small amount of time to prevent the capture of Field Marshall Chenko

Grifit was still ery unnerved. By what he could tell of the enemy they were from Saint Fedaski by looking at the insignia. The Anti Aircraft guns were firing round after round into the sky trying to take down the attacking planes. Lieutenant Grifit radioed to Control.

"Control this is Lieutenant Grifit we have come under attack by Saint Fedaskian forces. Its an air attack and are hard to take down. Howeer the ground battle is being slowly won."

"Lieutenant General Kilton here. Reinforcements are on the way. Hold your position. Reinforcements are on the way." Kilton didn't like this. This mission of help was turning into a full scale war.

Resa Airbase, Londim

10 Typhoons (OOC:Typhoon (http://www.fighter-planes.com/)Plane details) were lined up to leave the runway. Last minute checks were being made.

"This is Squadron Leader Linson. Its time to take to the skies like the Children of the Sky we are."

"Children of the Sky? Can you be any more corny?", cut in Benson. Benson was the joker of the group who always took risks.

"I could be but I don't want to take away your thing. Lets go guys." With that Linson set off down the runway with the others following behind.

"Wait what do you mean my thing?" Benson asked as he took to the skies.

"Eagle Eye One to all flies. Enemy aircraft approaching. Repeat enemy aircraft approaching."

It was common practice to keep an E-2C Hawkeye or other communications aircraft airborne over the fleet at all times. They were known as "Eagle Eye" because their radar could pick up things that fighters, bombers and most other vessles and aircraft couldn't. Fighters were usually named after flying objects such as flies, birds, and bugs. Sometimes however they were known as "Rovers" and "Dogs".

"Dragon Fly, copy. Over"

"Horse Fly, copy. Over"

There was no response from Black Fly, the third squadron that was being scrambled to fight off the Londimian armoured attack.

"Black Fly, are you there?" Still no response. "Black Fly, come in Black Fly" Eagle Eye One paused for a moment.

*static*

"Black Fly is that you?" Eagle Eye One inquired.

*static* "Bla.." *static* "..y Exper *static* "ing transmit t" *static* "bles" *static*

"Eagle Eye One copies. Acknowledge orders."

"Ack" *static* "ledged" *static*

The 16 airborne CF-17s continued to pound the Londimian armour with missiles and cannon fire, each aircraft saving their two air-to-air missile for the incoming Eurofighters. The incoming CF-17s of Black Fly squadron were still 15 minutes out, possibly too far to change the outcome of the battles, both in the air and on the ground.

(ooc: CF-17 stats (http://www.angelfire.com/planet/fedski/CF17.htm))

Edit: How far away is Londim from WC? My stuff is carrier based right now so its pretty close.

OOC: Hmm I would say a few small countries are in betwen. Its far enough for supplies to arrive but close enough for the effects of this to be felt in Londim.

IC: The Typhoons were approaching the battle site. As they neared they saw the enemy fighters firing at the ground forces but other planes had seen the Londim planes.

"Pincer attack. I repeat Pincer", radioed Linson to the other planes. On the command the squadron split and swung outside of the approaching enemies. Then they opened fire.

"Wooo bird hunting season has officially begun", exclaimed Benson

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Lieuteant Grifit saw the Typhoons roar overhead and a cheer erupted from the ground forces as the Typhoons opened fire on the enemy.

"Now they'll feel the might of the Londimium Military", said Grifit to himself.

As the company travelled down the deserted roads, they came to a village where a small group of soldiers were trying to hold an angry crowd of roughly a hundred back. They barely noticed the arrival of the tanks, such were their efforts to break through the line of Corinithian soldiers.

SS Captain Eichmann pulled out a megaphone and adressed the crowd.
Cease and desist, end the Chaos now! The crowd stopped and faced the newcomers. The platoon of infantry had left their BMP-IIIs and were surrounding the vehicles, whose turrets were pointed towards the crowd.

"These swine won't give us food!" yelled one Corinthian
"Is this true?" asked Eichmann. The commander of the Corinthians shouted from the far side of the crowd
"We only have little food to give, and are trying to give it to those who need it the most," clearly nervous.
Picking up the megaphone, Eichmann once again adressed the crowd: Women and Children to the front, NOW The crowd murmured and failed to comply.
Eichmann lost patience and waved. Both squads of infantry stepped forward and began randomly beating the crowd with their rifles. There was a panic and a stampede. This continued for 5 minutes, and then the SS men stopped, leaving much brutal carnage behind.
Women and Children to the Front, you will not be asked again stated Eichmann, and right on cue the SS men cocked their weapons and the tanks turrets traversed. The crowd hurried into line and hurriedly collected their rations.

"Carry on, Corinthian. Panzers los!" Eichmnann commanded and the infantry remounted. Soon the company was on its way to the rendezvous

Once again, Order has triumphed over Chaos thought Eichmann as he congratulated himself.

The Commonwealth Forces had been monitoring the flight of the Typhoons since they took off from Londium. They were now within range of the Second Commonwealth Fleet's Air Arm.

"Dragon Fly engaging" Dragon Fly broadcast to his fellow squadron commanders.

"Roger DF. Horse will support. Over." Horse Fly was going to be flying around outside of the dogfight zone in order to allow DF to take full advantage of their CF-17s superior agility.

Dragon Fly launched a couple missiles as the Typhoons flew within range. They watched as the missiles disappeared into the horizon, still on track for any number of Typhoons. As soon as their missiles disappeared however, some were approaching them, fast.

"INCOMING" Dragon Fly lead shouted to his squadron as they broke formation and took off in every which way. Suddenly, the formation of CF-17s and that of the Typhoons crossed through each other, cannon fire going each way but nothing happening before Horse Fly squadron jumped in on the tails of the Typhoons.

One of the Typhoons missiles however had hit an aircraft. Dragon Fly Three was downed, with no sign of ejection and a very slim chance the pilot would survive.

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As the air battle raged, the Londimian ground forces continued throwing inaccurate aa fire at Black Fly squadron.

"BLACK FLY LEAD HAS BEEN HIT" His wingman shouted as he twisted in his seat to check out his leaders aircraft. The plane was on fire and the engine was streaming smoke. It was now too late for BF Lead to eject safely, but the canopy lifted off and an object, tailing what appeared to be a parachut, tumbled out, hitting the ground seconds later. The plane however, managed to fly for four or five miles before crash landing in a small, deserted clearing on the north side of the village where only rebels were known to be.

(what are the losses on the typhoons and tanks? if any)

The northern city of Taganrog was a sleepy community where nothing much went on. But today, it would become known as a beachhead for Wilhelmsborough's 5th Army Group.

Coasting along the top of the waters in the Sea of Azov came hundreds and hundreds of hovercraft, carrying Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy's forces and equipment.

As Taganrog wasn't the kind of place anyone thought of as a strategic location, nobody expected the army's arrival. The soldiers were easily able to take the town, along with some of the surrounding area.

Field Marshal Trubetskoy left two Battalions of soldiers (1,200 men), 30 Abrams Tanks, 15 Active Denial Systems, 25 Humvees, 25 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicles, 50 Avenger Low Level Anti-Air Vehicles, and 100 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks in the city of Taganrog. Then he began to lead his forces eastward, the Caspian Sea on his mind.

Up in the sky, 24 Su-47 "Golden Eagles" flew overhead, protecting the Army Group from aerial attacks.

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The second landing was made in Novorossiysk by Field Marshal Phillip Heinlein's 3rd Army Group. Unlike the previous landing however, this time the militants were prepared.

As the first hovercraft began to approach the shore, rockets were fired. The hovercraft maneuvered as best they could, but unfortunately, one of the rockets hit their target, destroying a hovercraft and sending a Company of men (120 soldiers) to their graves.

The hovercraft fell back and regrouped out at sea. The militants thought that they had scared them off. But 30 minutes later, the hovercraft made another run for the shore. And this time they had a plan.

At the head of the landing vehicles were the hovercrafts transporting the Active Denial Systems. While regrouping at sea, they had been turned on. And now, they were pointed straight at the beach.

As they got within a kilometer of the shore, some of the militants suddenly felt a prickly sensation on their skin. Seconds later they were running away, screaming out in pain. They felt like their bodies were on fire!

They ran inland, trying to escape the painful burning sensations covering their bodies. But they could not. Now, even the militants further inland were feeling the affects of the Active Denial System, and fell back. Heavy Machine guns and rocket launcher posts were abandoned in the rush to escape the pain.

Despite the retreat, people inside of armored vehicles and tanks were protected from the harmful microwaves, as a tank gunner who poked his head out of the hatch to see what was going on quickly realized. Nonetheless, some of them fell back with their comrades. But others held their position, determined not to loose the beach.

Their vigilance was all in vain however. Tearing out of the sky came twelve Su-47 Golden Eagles which fired air-to-surface missiles, destroying the remaining armor.

The Active Denial Systems had done their job. The beaches of Novorossiysk had been cleared. And as those first hovercrafts landed and began unloading the Humvees carrying those devices, the West Corinthian civilians began to feel the pain. They stopped their looting and rioting, and ran away from the burning sensations racking their bodies.

Unimpeded, the hovercraft carrying the 3rd Army Group landed on the beaches and unloaded thousands and thousands of soldiers and vehicles. They stuck behind the Active Denial Systems as they slowly moved forward, driving militants and civilians back with its painful emissions. The rocket launchers and machine guns dropped by the militants in the mad dash from shore were captured by the Wilhelmsborough soldiers.

Su-47s streaked by overhead, firing missiles at armored vehicles making the wrong moves. Civilians cleared the streets as the Army Group made its way down.

"ATTENTION WEST CORINTHIAN CITIZENS." spoke a man on a megaphone. "RETURN TO YOUR HOMES IMMEDIATELY. CLEAR THE STREETS AT ONCE. ATTENTION WEST CORINTHIAN CITIZENS..."

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The south coastal city of Sochi was the target of Field Marshal Ilich Zapata's 2nd Army Group. As with the forces in Novorossiysk, they ran into a hale of weapons fire from the beaches. This time, the militants destroyed 3 hovercrafts. Two companies (240 men) were lost, as well as four M1A1 Abrams Tanks.

Fortunately however, the landing craft were able to rally. The Active Denial Systems led the charge for the second time that day, but this time, they were supported by two squadrons (24 aircraft) of Su-47s. While the ADS's drove the militant’s back, the Su-47s fired missiles destroying vehicles and equipment and killing several dozen unlucky militants.

The landing craft were able to make it to shore unimpeded, but when they got there, a new problem had arisen. As the first Active Denial Systems began moving inland, several explosions ripped across the sands. It seemed the militants had mined the entire beach. In the time it took the Army Group to realize this, 4 Active Denial Systems, and a hovercraft had been blown up, and 17 soldiers lost their lives.

The advance in Sochi would have to be delayed as minesweepers were brought in to clear the sands of explosives. In the meantime, Su-47s flew overhead, shooting missiles at armed vehicles and tanks, firing their machine guns at individual militia, and generally frightening the populace. For added intimidation, the Air Fleets came in over the city and fired rockets at militia attempting to flee in vehicles.

Finally, after 2 hours of agonizing work, in which 3 sweepers were blown up, a pathway was cleared for the 2nd Army Group. They rolled into Sochi and cleared the streets of looters and rioters. Eventually, peace was restored to the city.

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Three cities had been captured today: Taganrog, Novorossiysk, and Sochi. These cities would serve as a jump-off point for the three army groups as they worked to restore order to the beleaguered country, and save those loyal to the Czar’s vision. Much had been accomplished, but there was still much more to do.

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Meanwhile, 100,000 feet up in the sky, five EB-180 Stargazers flew over West Corinthian lands, mapping the terrain and scouting for any camps of the enemy militia. That data was transmitted to the three Army Groups for the Field Marshals to review…

The air battle raged as cannon fire hardly stopped. Four of the tanks lay in ruins after the first bombs had been dropped the rest continued fire. Linson kept firing at the approaching planes.

"I'M HIT I'M HIT", screamed one of the squadron. Linson looked out of the cockpit to see one of he planes statr to spiral down. Luckily the pilot had ejected and was slowly reaching the ground. Linson contacted the other pilots:

" Spearhead I repeat Spearhead." This formation was one of the most effective against an enemy squadron:
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The planes would fly toward the oncoming squadron fire their misslies and pull up to avoid being hit by the other planes.

To: West Corinthian Loyalists
From: Prince William

In these troubled times of chaos, and armed rebellion plaguing the nation of West Corinthia, it gives me great pleasure to make this following announcement. Wilhelmsborough soldiers have landed in three separate cities along your nation's western coast and have successfully taken control there. To you, West Corinthian Loyalists, I present to you the cities Taganrog, Novorossiysk, and Sochi. The streets have been cleared, order has been restored, and the militias/rebels have been killed or have fled.

All that remains now is the matter of you coming and assuming control of that which is rightfully yours.

~Transmission to Wilhelmsborough~

We are indebted to you for your help thus far in this conflict. Once it is over, we shall find a way to repay you, but for now it is far from over. I won't feel safe until the rebls are completely suppressed and the threat of the commandeered nuke averted. I'm afraid our forces are spread too thin at the moment to occupy those cities, so you'll have to sit tight. Once the reinforcements arrive from our overseas colonies, the Czar will be avenged!

-Captain Garonov

Location: Irkutsk

Field Marshal Chenko took cover next to a nearby shack as the first shots were fired. A medic from the Londim forces approached him to treat his leg wound. "Aleksei, come here."

The boy reluctantly obeyed and came to the Field Marshal's side.

"Whatever the outcome of this battle, you must not stay. I'll only slow you down. These three Myrmidons are yours to command, and they will protect you with their lives. Go into the mountains, make your way to Kydonia, and avoid the enemy at all costs! You are the future of this nation!"

"No, you're coming with me!" Aleksei argued.

"Don't argue, just go. Take my radio, we'll find you." he motioned to the myrmidons, one of whom took Aleksei's arm and pulled him away.

Thus, Pyotr Chenko awaited the outcome of the battle, being treated by a Londim medic, while Aleksei headed into the mountains with three myrmidons, sticking to cover wherever they could find it.

Location: Due NW of Kydonia

A full platoon of Myrmidons had reached the treeline outside of the captured nuclear silo. The Myrmidon Captain quickly addressed his men, but hushed his voice to avoid detection. "Men, our mission is simple. We go in, disarm any nuclear warheads we find, and release the hostages. When we report back to command, we'll inform them we were unable to take any terrorists alive, understand? Nightvision on. Vladimir, cut the lights."

They prepared to move out, but then heard the sound of planes overhead. "Take cover!" was immediately ordered. The camoflauged soldiers dropped to the ground, still hidden behind a dense layer of undergrowth in the forest. Mements later, paratroops began landing on the silo grounds. By the looks of them, they were hostiles.

"Snipers, get eyes on."

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1732 hrs -- Irkutsk
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The Kava squadron spotted its target and spread into a long-line formation for bombing. The city of Irkutsk was a hellzone. Even from 12,000 ft explosions and major troop movements could be seen. Plumes of smoke streamed into the air and the cloud cover was stained dark by the smoke. --9 miles from target--

"Alright boys and girls its time to rain some freedom on these dipshits.." said Tarkan into the radio. The 13 fighters descended to 1,500 ft. Anti-aircraft fire was random and sporadic, mostly scattered triple-A and small arms. Buildings zipped passed as the planes flew at high speed toward the giant tank factory. "Sir we got boggies on radar!"- said the copilot of Kava 8.

"Do not engage unless they do first, who's are they?" replied Tarkan in a stonecold voice, any joy that was in the pilots turned into total focus on the mission once they neared the city- a product of their intense training.

"Uh, their not Corinthians... hold on," Kava 8 radioed Skyeye 1, the AWACS circuling a few miles away at high altitude. "Skyeye this is Kava 8, we have incomming boggies, you have any idea who's they are?"

"Hold on a sec, holy sh..."

"Skyeye whadduwe got? Their incoming fast"

"Kava 8, your advised to finish up your mission and get the hell out of there, there's a major airbattle going on, we don't know who it's between. Hurry Up!"

"Copy that." "This is Goober," -copilot of Kava 8- "Tarkan there's an airbattle going on south east of here. I think those fighters are coming to engage."

Shit!, Tarkan thought to himself, "3 miles, prepare to drop!"
13 F-14s dove down to 700 ft and were about to drop their payload. Flak blew all around them as factory guards spotted their approach. The fighters shuddered as explosions blew all around them. The CF-17s were closing in fast behind them. The planes dropped their 500lb bombs and the factory blew apart as bomb after bomb fell upon it with the F-14 screaming just 400 ft above. Rebels ran in every direction but were cut down by the large ordinance dumb-bombs. After one pass the factory was a burning rubble, only the skeleton of its left wall standing and a single brick smoke stack, its side gouged out. A few seconds later as the fighters passed and were making their turn the smoke stack collapsed onto the last standing part of the building.

"This is Niravna, their's nothing left of the factory. Should we continue to the tank yard or pull out?"

-The CF-17 were clearly visible to the pilots now. No radio was sent to them and the planes flew straight for them.

"Continue to O-J-2, Kava 2 and 3, drop your ordinance and fly cover with me.

"roger that"
"roger that"

Kava 1,2, and 3 dropped their bombs onto the city below and climbed to 1,800 ft and flew towards the incoming fighters. The other aircraft made passes bombing the tank yards until they spent their ordinance.

"What the hell are these guys crazy?" - said Slyk in Kava 2.

The 5 CF-17s and 3 F-14s flew by each other like bullets. As Kava 1,2 and 3 turned around the CF-17s could be seen flying away from the squadron.

"Are you guys done yet?" said Niravna impatiently.

"We've finished the bombing run, lets get the hell home"

"Amen to that, job well done Kava squadron" replied Tarkan.

The 13 fighters sped back towards Kanti AFB at the fastest speed they could achieve given the range and fuel.
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1800 hrs, Farbanti Municipal Hospital
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The room was blurry and there were a few dark figures looming around in the brightly lit room. Urmev tried to get up but a muffled voice told him to stay down. Finally he came to his sense and figured the obvious. He had a heart-attack.

"How lond will I be here?" he said immedietly, brushing off the nurse's tender hands on his shoulder. The people in the room were surprised he hadn't asked what happened to him and that he was so direct.

"Doctor Khasaan says you should stay here for at least a week Mr. President"

"Hah! a week? Are you kidding-" Urmev started coughing violently for good while. After he recovered he spoke again but with pain. "I will be back at the palace by noon tomorrow, put me on a pacemaker, carry this whole room with me I don't care, we're in one war and a foreign crisis at the moment."

Some of the people tried to object but he waved them away while trying to suppress a coughing fit.

"Alright everyone out of the room this man needs some rest" said Dr. Khasaan as he stormed into the room.

-"Wait, keep a guard in here at least" said a man in the group.

"Fine, one guard" replied Khasaan. "Hello Mr. President, how are you feeling today?"

"Like hammered shit Dr..."

Vlasov looked around.
One had to be secure. They were spread out, and as always after a paradrop, a bit disorganized.
Well, get things started.
The Praetorian Guards quickly moved to get their standard weapons, with the exception of a few heavy weapons and 2 snipers.
Kinjiro Ayanami, the top sniper of the Praetorian Guards, instinctively sprinted for cover.
Carrying his trusty Howa with him, he sniffed the air.
Sighting Vlasov, the two nodded.
Then the parachutes of the Blackwolf Guards started popping open above them.
Vlasov looked up, and rolled his eyes.

~Transmission to Wilhelmsborough~

We are indebted to you for your help thus far in this conflict. Once it is over, we shall find a way to repay you, but for now it is far from over. I won't feel safe until the rebls are completely suppressed and the threat of the commandeered nuke averted. I'm afraid our forces are spread too thin at the moment to occupy those cities, so you'll have to sit tight. Once the reinforcements arrive from our overseas colonies, the Czar will be avenged!

-Captain Garonov



Prince William smiled at hearing the Captain's message of thanks. He was pleased that Garonov could recognize a job well done. He was also very proud of the soldiers and military leaders that were risking life and limb to save a foreign country. When they returned home, there was sure to be an avalanch of promotions and medals being handed out!

The Prince frowned. Still, there was the matter of that nuclear missile silo. If they fired one of those rockets, things might spiral out of control.

The Prince picked up the phone and made a call to General Sherman at W.R.A.F. headquarters.

100,000 feet over West Corinthia

10 minutes after the Prince had made his call, one of the five EB-180 Stargazers broke off it's survey of the landscape and flew to a set of coordinates located northwest of the capital city of Kydonia. A nuclear missile silo was being held by enemy militia. And if they were to fire one of these missiles, the EB-180 Stargazer would have to be there to shoot it out of the sky.

Location: Nuclear Silo 23

After several tense moments of observation, the Myrmidon Captain determined that whoever had just parachuted into the area around the silo were not there to fight the rebels, and therefore hostiles. He crawled towards his squad of snipers nearby. "Listen, these aren't reinforcements for us. That means they're either rebels or somebody helping the rebels. I want you to start picking off targets. Nothing too obvious, maybe one wanders away from the group, somebody they won't miss right away. Take out as many as you can before they notice, and then we'll start the firefight."

"Roger, seeking targets." the snipers replied. They took aim with their silenced rifles for any stragglers among the paratroopers.

The Myrmidon Captain then proceeded to the main group of his platoon. "Hold cover until their alarm is raised. Once they notice our snipers, unleash hell. Form the line along the treeline, no mercy. For the Czar."

"For the Czar." the men repeated, and snuck into position.

The snipers picked their targets, and fired.

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1821 hrs Kanti AFB
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The sun shown a brilliant red sky as it sank lower in the skys over Kanti. 13 F-14s showed up on the horizon and came in to land.

"So you're telling me that there is a massive international conflict arising in the city?" Said Airforce Colonel Yuri.

"No sir, not just the city but the whole country. We were intercepted by unkown fighter aircraft but we didnt engage. They carried the Skgorrian flag on their wings."

"I see."

"What are my squadron's orders colonel?" asked Volkhan (callsign Tarkan)

"Your squadron has done enough for today. Rest for tonight and report for your assignment tomorrow at o'800 hours.

"Yessir!" and with a crisp salute, the pilot was out the door.

"I have to tell this to command" muttered Yuri to himself.

As the more advanced aircraft based in Vynakh AFB arrıved ın Kantı AFB the resources and plans available to air command grew more and more complex and numerous. Later that night at 23:00 miltary time, 11 B-1 lancers and 3 B-2 Spirits stood with their engines roaring on the run way ready ready to soar off to their targets. Earlier that day, 3 squadrons of Su-37 Terminators filled with air-to-air weapons screamed off to Irkutsk to determine the combat situation and determine which nation's aircraft were hostile or neutral. They flew off only 21 minutes after the Kava squadron landed. Off on a Public Relations trip, airforce style.

The CF-17s of Dragon Fly which had broken off engagement with the Typhoons when Horse Fly engaged them, had been alerted to the presence of more aircraft coming in from the south.

"Eagle Eye One to Flies" The Hawkeye radioed. "Bandits south."

"Roger Eagle Eye. Dragon Fly engaging."

Dragon Fly pounced on the unsuspecting F-14s.

"Dragon Fly, more flies en route."

Three more squadrons of CF-17s had been scrambled and were only another couple minutes out...almost with in missile range.

The aircraft of Black Fly pulled up as they ran out of resources to use against the tanks. They now engaged the Londimian Typhoons that buzzed over head. Horse Fly squadron had taken to harassing the enemy armour now. Horses flies are known for their painful bite and this squadron was aptly name. They were the best ground attack unit the Second Fleet had.

The eleven helicopters that had been launched to resuce the marines were called back shortly after take off and loaded with more marines and anti-tank weapons before being sent on their way again. They were now setting down in Irkutsk marines poured our and took up positions. So far there had only been only two soldiers killed and one missing since engaging the Londimian forces. Reports suggest that many more Londimians had been killed during the charge on the city.

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1821 hrs Kanti AFB
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The sun shown a brilliant red sky as it sank lower in the skys over Kanti. 13 F-14s showed up on the horizon and came in to land.

"So you're telling me that there is a massive international conflict arising in the city?" Said Airforce Colonel Yuri.

"No sir, not just the city but the whole country. We were intercepted by unkown fighter aircraft but we didnt engage."

"Whos are they?"

"Unıdentıfıed sır. Ive never seen that flag before"

"I see."

"What are my squadron's orders colonel?" asked Volkhan (callsign Tarkan)

"Your squadron has done enough for today. Rest for tonight and report for your assignment tomorrow at o'800 hours.

"Yessir!" and with a crisp salute, the pilot was out the door.

"I have to tell this to command" muttered Yuri to himself.

As the more advanced aircraft based in Vynakh AFB flew the resources and plans available to air command grew more and more complex and numerous. Later that night at 23:00 miltary time, 11 B-1 lancers and 3 B-2 Spirits stood with their engines roaring on the run way ready ready to soar off to their targets. Earlier that day, 3 squadrons of Su-37 Terminators filled with air-to-air weapons screamed off to Irkutsk to determine the combat situation and determine which nation's aircraft were hostile or neutral. They flew off only 21 minutes after the Kava squadron landed. Off on a Public Relations trip, airforce style.

The battle was becoming intense and pressure was building. The Typhoons were usually quick to wip away enemies but these guys were tough. Linson didn't like them but he respected them.

"Stupid Skgorrians",said Benson," make like the dodo and die."

Linson kept firing his cannon at the enemy. He checked radar. Blips were appearing it seemed more planes had come out to plane.

"Squadron be aware. Fighters coming in from behind. Don't know if they're hostiles or friendlies but do not engage unless they engage first."

Linson also radioed Command.

"We could use reinforcements out here. And fast."

"Don't worry Linson reinforcements have been sent. Expect another squadron of Typhoons to join you within the next 15 minutes. Good luck soldier."

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Reinforcements had also arrived forthe ground troops. Anti aircraft guns had been set up and were firing at the enemy. More soldiers had arrived to the battle zone in armoured trucks. The new troops were ready for battle and could hopefully take advantage of the tiring enemy forces. RPG's were also being fired at the enemy line to take out as many of the enemy as possible.

4th Army Group

As the landing in the city of Taganrog had been completely unexpected, the invasion force had no problem taking control of the entire city.

They moved rapidly on an eastern course. The towns of Azov and Bataysk were taken at the expense of 25 men, 1 M1A1 Abrams Tank, and 3 M998 HMMWV Humvees.

But in the eyes of Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy, these were but minor victories. His eyes were on a much bigger target: Rostov-on-Don. This was an important city, not only because it was a commercial and industrial hub, but also because it had an airport.

Capture of this city would be very important, for it would give the Principality a place to operate.

On the second day, at 6:00 in the morning, Trubetskoy's forces began their attack. As predicted militia presence in this city was high. There were a great number of tanks and rockets.

The Active Denial Systems kept the individual militiamen at bay, leaving only the heavy artillery and armored vehicles, which fired at the Army Group relentlessly, trying to repel their advance.

But this Army Group had protection from the sky. From General Gregory Hamilton's 12th Air Fleet came nine Mako-class Airship Bombers. While the lead gunner fired 30mm rounds at the enemy positions, several dozen 1000-pound bombs were dropped, laying waste to the enemies below them.

By 10:00 in the morning, the 4th Army Group had reached Rostov-on-Don, and by now, the militia was getting desperate. Several Armored Personnel Carriers attempted to charge the line and get behind, or at least destroy, the Active Denial Systems. This only led to the APCs getting blown to pieces by the M1A1 Abrams Tanks, although a WC1117 APC did manage to get behind the line and run over 3 soldiers before a tank blew it to pieces.

Some of the more hardcore of the rebels attempted to brave the burning microwaves and hold their positions as the Wilhelmsborough line advanced. Unfortunately, such people were far and few in between. And since the ADS had a range of 1 kilometer, it took a while for anybody to show up. By the time the Army Group Arrived, those rebels had suffered terrible 2nd and 3rd degree burns and were in no position to fight.

And then, at 10:45, something different happened. Out of the south came a squadron of 12 Saab Gripen Fighters, a typical aircraft of the West Corinthian Air Force. Thinking that they were Loyalists, the Air Fleets tried to make contact with the fighters. But they would not respond to any of their attempts and so, the Air Fleets launched 12 Su-47 Golden Eagles.

The Su-47 pilots first overwhelmed the Gripens with a wave of 36 missiles. The barrage caused the jets to break formation as they scrambled to avoid destruction, but in the end, 10 jets were downed. The two survivors turned tale and attempted to flee, but the Su-47 pilots would have none of that. Six long-range missiles were launched and the remaining Gripens were destroyed.

As the Army Group Penitrated into the city of Rostov-on-Don, the three Air Fleets took position over the Airport. Chinook Helicopters, carrying Platoons of Marines, landed on the runways and moved to subdue the militia. Su-47s fired at fighters attempting to take off, leaving the charred frames of aircraft on the runways.

By 7:33 PM, Rostov-on-Don had been subdued by the 4th Army Group. The streets had been cleared and the rioters and looters were arrested. Rebels and militia had fled, leaving behind tanks, APCs, jet fighters, and caches upon caches of weapons.

There was another surprise as well: They also managed to capture a total of 117 rebels. These prisoners of war were to be held at a nearby prison.

There were also plenty of losses in this battle. A total of 549 soldiers were killed, including a Colonial. Vehicle losses included 13 Active Denial Systems, 20 M1A1 Abrams Tanks, 3 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicles, and 17 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks.

To Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy, these losses were acceptable. Now the peacekeepers had an airport in which to operate. After the runways had been cleared of debris, C-17 Globemasters, with heavy fighter escort, began to land, delivering fuel, supplies, and additional military vehicles:

50 Active Denial Systems
40 M1A1 Abrams Tanks
10 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks
5 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicles

In addition, the Army Group had control over the factories that produced the tanks and APCs of the West Corinthian military. Now they could replace their vehicle losses faster, and on West Corinthian lands.
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Transmission to West Corinthian Loyalists

The 4th Army Group has taken control of Rostov-on-Don. The airport has been secured and is being used to bring in additional supplies. If need be, you may divert Loyalist aircraft there.

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Skıes over Irkutsk
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"Bravo one thıs ıs Theta leader we have multıple ınbound fıghters, they look to be West Corınthıan planes, no radıo contact"

"Copy that Theta leader prepare to engage hostıles"

The three squadrons of SU-37s flew ın 3 arrow formatıons approachıng the ıncomıne WC Saab Grıppens. A few mıles north was a ferocıous aır battle fought between the rebels and 2 unkown natıons. The 21 Termınators went up agaınst 42 Grıppens, although outnumbered, the pılots of the su37s were traıned to fıght as squadrons and not as ındvıdual fıghters agaınst a numerıcally superıor enemy.

"Shıts ın the bag" Radıoed Bravo one, ıt was a slang term for a specıal team maneuver and tactıcs that squadrons would sometımes use.

The Theta, Bravo, and Delta squadrons held theır fıre as the Grıppens unleashed a wall of AAMs at them

Amatuers Thought Bravo Seven to hımself.

As ımpact was ımmınent the fıghters all broke formatıon and scattered up, down, dıagolly, and to teh sıdes. Thıs massıve and sudden change confused the mıssıles IR systems causıng them to fly out away harmlessly or hıt eachother.

The Grıppens also broke formatıon seeıng thıs and attempted engagınd ın one on one dogfıghts. Sadly for them they would be denıed thıs. Bravo and Delta cırcled around the Grıppens engagıng them, two on one wıth a fıghter coverıng hıs two wıngmans' taıl. Meanwhıle the Theta squadron was out of sıght but the Rebel aırcraft dıdnt seem to notıce thıs, they were to busy ın the massıve aır battle unfoldıng.

The termınators were able to far outpreform theır adversarıes and the ımmedıete outcome ın the beggınıng of the battle was testament to thıs. Bravo 3 flew ın aggressıve arcs horızontally tryıng to lose a saab on hıs taıl. There was a radar lock and the alarm buzzed ın the cock pıt. The pılot then ınıtıated a cobra maneuver, the su-37 flew straıght up and stalled ın mıdaır, teh saab flyıng rıght passed ıt. Stupıd Fool The pılot was ınstantly on hıs former aggrressors' taıl and shot a sparrow at the fıghter. The other pılot attempted to evade ıt but the range was too close and the prevıous manuever made hım lose focus. In two seconds Bravo 3 turned to engage other targets as hıs former prey turned ınto a thousand metal bıts fallıng out of a fıreball.

A sıngle termınator was downed, Delta two, and the Grıppen's superıor numbers, 42 to 14 was beggınıng to show. Another termınator went down as ıts wıngman was shotdown behınd hım.

"Theta squadron, where the hell are you guys?!" yelled Colonel Charck (Bravo one) ınto the radıo.

"Rıght above you, watch your heads.." replıed Theta leader cooly.

A second later a raın of mıssıles came down on the saabs rıppıng the ıgnorant fıghters to shreds, Bravo and Delta made sure to stay out of the way. An ınstant later 7 Termınators travelıng at Mach 1.7 screamed down on the saabs blazıng streams of gunfıre ahead of them. 19 WC aırcraft were rıpped to shreds ın the haılfıre.

"Took you guys long enough, thanks" saıd Bravo one ınto the radıo

"Anytıme brother" saıd Theta leader as he pulled up from hıs dıve.

Now the tıde had turned. Where preıvıously 10 remaınıng GAF fıghters squared off agaınst 36, now 17 were now turned predator agaınst the 17 remaınıng WC fıghter aırcraft. What resulted was even more of a massecre then the prevıous assault. The 3 squadrons of Su-37s had no trouble cleanıng up the semı-experıenced rebel aırcraft.

Theta leader spoke up as teh last fıghter-attemptıng to flee- plummeted ın a fıery wreck onto a rebel technıcal.

"Good job men, that was a good PR vısıt". Hıs exultatıon of wınnıng Groznyj's fırst aırbattle for the homeland was replaced by concern for hıs pılots. "What are our casualtıes?"

The ıntercomm was sılent for a second then the pılots radıoed ın for the roll call.

Delta two, seven, four, and Bravo sıx had been kılled, theır wreckage confırmed on the cıty below, no survıvors.

The colonel was about to say to return to base but just as he opened hıs mouth an explosıon rıpped through hıs cockpıt blowıng hıs plane up ın a fıre ball.

"What the hell-" saıd Bravo two,

"We have unıdentıfıed ıncommıngs sır! bearıng zero-nıne-zero. 18 of them."

"Prepare to engage" replıed Theta leader wıth no emotıon. The 16 Su-37s turned to meet the 18 ın commıng boggıes. Thıs tıme the GAF would learn who else was ın thıs theatre, as well as theır ıntentıons.
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ooc: I made ıt vague who the 18 were so whoever wants to can rp ıt as theır fıghters.
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Linson was keeping a close eye on radar. The new planes were staying away held up in some battle of their own. He watched the nemy planes. It seemed they had run out of ammuntion to hit the ground forces so continuing seemed pointless if none of the ground were in danger. AS he watched two more of the Typhoons had been shot down erupting in fireballs. He radioed the others and Command:

"Retreat! The threat to the ground forces from air is gone. Coman tell the incoming fighters to turn back and land at the closest friendly base. There's no point in continuing because we risk more losses. We're returning to nest. Over."

Linson waited for Command.

"Command gives permission to retreat."

Thats all he needed to hear.

"Lets go boys and girls.", he told the other pilots.

"Aww just as I was getting my groove on."Moaned Benson..


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The soldiers on the ground were also told to return to the vantage point on the hill and to bring Field marshall Chenko along to. The soldiers near the village huriedly moved backwards firing at the enemy as they retreated. This move could give two outcomes for the soldiers. One was they had a vantage point should the enmy charge up hill or two the enemy would stop firing and so they could too bringing about a temporary ceasefire and hopefully they could fight out who they were fighting...

The exhausted pilots of the Commonwealth Navy had been locked in an intense dual with the Londimian Typhoons. Fortunately the CF-17's and their pilots proved to be a better match, losing only one to enemy aircraft while knocking down four confirmed and two unconfirmed. Had the Commonwealth fighters been armed for air combat only, the result would not have changed but the Londimian losses would have been far greater.

The three squadrons were running low on fuel, were out of ammo and had taken damage, some extensive. They reformed just as the next three squadrons arrived on the scene and headed back to the carriers.

Realising that they had failed to recover the Field Marshall, the marines fell back to the landing zone and awaited helicopter extraction.

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Government Hill, Sarnia, Saint Fedski

Admiral Murphy walked into his office like he did every other week when he was in Sarnia. As he is the Chief of the Defence Staff, his priorities were with the military, which was largely based out of Copacabana, but his duties also included briefing the government on new situations while updating them on current ones. He was also the chief advisor for military operations which meant he held incredible powers when it came to intervening or creating military solutions.

"Sir this just came for you." His adminstrative assisstant told him sweetly has she handed him a piece of paper.

He quickly read the paper over mumbling to himself. "Thank you my dear" he said before he walked into his office. He was already late for his meeting with the cabinet but that was hardly his fault. "Bloody weather" he mumbled as he fumbled around his desk trying to find his pen. Finding it, he hurried off to his meeting.

"About damn time Ken" Vice Chairman Girardi bellowed has Admiral Murphy entered the room.

"My apologies. The weather had kept my helicopter grounded.

"We have to make this brief as we have a meeting with foreign ministers." The Chairwoman told him in her charming, yet pushy voice. "What new developments do we have to deal with?"

"Well, none that you have to deal with, but I, I have some to deal with" The Admiral answered with a smirk.

"If you have to deal with it, then I have to deal with you." Chairwoman Schleicher answered right back.

"Command of the Fifth Fleet has been transfered to General Larissa Lynds in West Corinthia. It is expected to arrive later today and join the Second Fleet which has already engaged the enemy."

"How has the Second Fleet faired?" Defence Minister Louis Riel asked from his seat nearby.

"We have lost two CF-17s, only one from enemy aircraft, one pilot killed, one marine killed and four wounded. Our navy has destroyed fourteen main battle tanks, and shot down a confirmed four of Londim's newest fighters with another two unconfirmed and at the very least, another six moderately to severly damaged. I must add however that at the time of the engagement, our fighters were low on fuel, armed mainly for air to ground operations and were low on ammo. General Lynds has assured me that had the CF-17s been prepared for a heavy air battle, enemy losses would have been far greater."

"Has anything else happened?" Riel asked again.

"The Second Fleet has also reported engaging F-14s from the nation of Groznyj. As of last contact, made just as the engagement took place, there were no losses to either side."

"What of the debacle in Ansuria?"

"It is currently a stalemate. The First Fleet is harassing the Ansurian forces but has not landed any more than a smattering of paratroops. We have two wounded. I expect a larger assault to be launched any day now."

He paused to catch his breath.

"As for Operation Full House against the Northern Colonies, the Third Fleet is en route. About one day out still. That is all there is to report at this time Ladies and Gentlemen."

"Thank you for your time Admiral."

~Transmission to Saint Fedski~

You have attacked a force from Londim that was rescuing Field Marshal Chenko from rebel forces. Explain your actions and your intentions in this theatre immediately.

-Captain Garonov, acting Field Marshal, WCA

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Location: Bosphorus Strait, Sea of Marmara

A column of tall masts appeared on the horizon of the Sea of Marmara. A hundred gray-colored ships of war bearing the flag of West Corinthia entered the straits, picking up Wilhelmsborough naval units on their sonar. Admiral Sergei immediately opened communications via ship-to-ship radio broadcast. A man of about 50 years, the Admiral bore a grim expression this day. He had sailed with his fleet for nearly a week with little news of the rebellion. Though he was confident that his fleet was strong enough to crush the rebellion, he had no idea if his homeland even existed anymore.

"Wilhelmsborough forces, Wilhelmsborough forces. This is Grand Admiral Sergei of the WCN. We are passing through the straits on our way back to our own shores. What news from West Corinthia?"

"Wilhelmsborough forces, Wilhelmsborough forces. This is Grand Admiral Sergei of the WCN. We are passing through the straits on our way back to our own shores. What news from West Corinthia?"

Location: Bosphorus Strait
1st Fleet
Flagship: Iron Maiden
CIC

As soon as Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey heard this message coming in, he immediately rushed over to the COM Station.

"Give me the reciever." he ordered the Lieutenant. The Lieutenant complied.

The Fleet Admiral responded to the leader of the West Corinthian fleet. "Grand Admiral Sergei. This is Fleet Admiral Halsey of the 1st Fleet. Welcome back to this part of the world.

"As for the rebellion in West Corinthia, from what I've been told, the country has fallen into disarray. There's widespread rioting and looting. Loyalist forces are just barely holding onto the capital.

"However, members of the international community have shown up to restore order to West Corinthia, including the Principality as well, Grand Admiral. We've already restored order to the cities of Rostov-on-Don, Taganrog, Novorossiysk, and Sochi."

The Panzer company were driving along a long road that ran its way through a large forest, with trees on either side. Suddenly the radio crackled:
"Ianovich to Company, slow down, we are ready."

Slowing to a halt, 12 SS men darted from the trees and ran to the empty BMP-III that had popped its hatch. The company was moving slower, but the SS men still had to sprint to make it into the empty APC.
"Bauch 2 to Company, Cargo is secure." reported the APC when all the men were onboard, and the company sped up.

Eichmann considered his next move, checking maps of West Corinthia that he had been issued with. Objective markers had not been placed on it, yet Eichmann knew what he was to do.

Grand Admiral Sergei paused for a moment. The situation was worse than he thought. Finally he responded to Wilhelmsborough, "Admiral Halsey, thank you for your assistance. It is clear the rebels need to learn of our arrival."

The Grand Admiral hung up the transmitter and toggled the interfleet communicater. "Men, you still wear the emblem of the Czar. Our home has fallen into civil war, and we cannot win without getting involved. This is your Grand Admiral aboard the flagship WCN Motherland. I hereby sound general quarters across the fleet. Pilots, man your planes. Infantry to the landing craft. We'll hit the beach before sunset. Grand Admiral Sergei out."

Fleet Admiral Halsey gave the reciever back to the lieutenant.

"Ok everyone. There are West Corinthian military ships coming towards us. Let's clear the strait so that they can get by."

The Iron Maiden transmitted its orders to the fleet. Ships began to pull back to the Black Sea. Divers climbed out of the water and back onto the Oliver Hazard Perry-class frigates.

A small group of divers and two Seawolf-class submarines were left behind, however. This was a standard procedure, in case any submarines, previously undetected were hitching a ride below the fleet.

~Transmission to Saint Fedski~

You have attacked a force from Londim that was rescuing Field Marshal Chenko from rebel forces. Explain your actions and your intentions in this theatre immediately.

-Captain Garonov, acting Field Marshal, WCA

To: Captain Garonov
From: General Larissa Lynds


The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski was sending a fleet to Ansuria when the Czar passed away and the riots broke out. Sources within West Corinthia had pinpointed Field Marshal Chenko's position. Our intention was to rescue Field Marshal Chenko before he was captured by the rebels. We had no intention of engaging the Londimian forces, however, they charged the Commonwealth Marines which were securing the village. That left us no choice.

The Marines had landed near the smoke that the Field Marshal had popped and had recieved a radio message requesting immediate evacuation. The forces from Londim somehow managed to show up completely unnoticed and captured the Field Marshal.

The Commonwealth will act to recover the Field Marshal before any harm comes to him.

"Shit"
Sniper fire broke out quickly, and three of the Praetorian Guards fell.
Meanwhile, the Blackwolf Guards were just hitting the ground.
With five Praetors, Vlasov and Ayanami had sprinted for the woods where there was more cover.
This was bd. The Guards would be temporaily disorganized, and the snipers weren't going to help.
The seven men began sneaking along the trees, planning a search-and-destroy mission.
Meanwhile, Blackwolf Guards made for the woods too, with the exception of one Hideki Masuki.
Masuki simply turned and random;ly fired three rounds from his grenade launcher into the woods.

"I think they've noticed us." a myrmidon called to his captain.

"All units, weapons free! Engage at will!" the Myrmidon Captain started squeezing off rounds with his Hali-42. The other myrmidons followed suit, armed with everything from sniper rifles to assault rifles to light machine guns. The darkened forest glowed with the flashes of gunfire.

A squad of myrmidons with the platoon noticed a group of Blackwolf guards heading for the treeline near them. Before turning their line of fire to intercept them, they let fly a dozen frag grenades towards them.

A grenade launcher round exploded just behind one of the myrmidons and sent a few fragments into his blackened helmet and bulletproof vest. One fragment gave him a few scratches to the neck, but he fought on.

Admiral Murphy sat in his chair leaning back, feet kicked up on the desk, listening to his 'thinking' music.

"Ok that's enough" he grumbled as he pulled his headphones off and straightened up in his chair.

He pulled his situation map down which his secretary kept updated daily when he was in Copacabana.

On the left was a vertical stretch of metal that held the magnets he used has place markers on the map. He had a pin for every division in the army, every wing in the air force and every command and fleet in the navy.

He reached for the blue one marked 'Fifth Fleet - Admiral Andrea Brooks' and moved it next to the 'Second Fleet - Admiral Doug Brent' and below 'Theatre Commander - General L. Lynds'

Next he reached for the 34th and 35th Division markers and moved them to the same spot.

"Hmm...One more division. Which one?" He asked himself quietly. He then picked up the '33rd Division' and placed it in Copacabana, the standby spot. Admiral Murphy was preparing to increase the army's presence by another eleven thousand men.

Murphy walked back to his desk and pressed his intercom. "Ms. Barnes, issue orders for the 18th Division to board for West Corinthia inform Admiral Landry that two marine divisions shall be placed under the command of General Larissa in West Corinthia."

"two marine divisons, General Larissa, West Corinthia. Got it."

"Thank you." The Admiral turned off the intercom and returned to his thinking position.

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The 34th and 35th Divisions, both heavy armour, had arrived in West Corinthia with the Fifth Fleet and were preparing to land.

The 18th Division was boarding their transports along with the 1st and 2nd Marine divisions. They would arrive in West Corinthia is a week under escort from the 4th Fleet.

The Air Force had yet to be alerted due to the utter lack of airfields in Commonwealth hands in WC.

The Blackwolf Guards returned fire, with several of them putting on silencers to hide muzzle fire. Noticing locations through the muzzle fire, several threw frag grenades. Nevertheless, several fell from the fire.
Ayanami had stayed back by himself, as the others had gone on ahead. Unshielding the bolt-action Howa rifle, he began steadily firing into a group of the enemies.
Vlasov had continued on ahead, planning to kill anything in their path.
OOC: How many are fighting the Guards, anyway?

OOC: Platoon strength, 50 men. All myrmidons, my elite special forces troops. And might I inquire the same?
IC:
The myrmidons stuck to cover behind whatever they could find while still having a clear line of sight for firing. This meant trees, large rocks, or particularly dense undergrowth. They kept up a steady barrage, picking up new targets from sound or muzzle flash. When they noticed muzzle flash starting to disappear, many of them activated their nightvision scopes attached to their weapons. Several carried RPGs, and waited to use them until they saw several enemies grouped together.
After several minutes of fire, with medics running to and fro among the myrmindons, there were 1 confirmed dead, 3 seriously wounded, and half a dozen more wounded but still able to fight.
The Myrmidon Captain took cover behind a thick tree and toggled his neck radio to talk with the command center in Kydonia's Imperial Palace. "Eagle 1 this is Leopard 3. We have encountered unidentified hostiles outside of Silo 23. Unknown strength. Requesting armor support, over."

"Roger, that, Leopard 1. We're diverting a few tanks to your location. ETA, 20 minutes."

"Any chance that could be any sooner?"

"No. And we're not risking an air strike that close to an armed nuke. You'll just have to sit tight."

The Captain's radio went silent. He angrily resumed to firing into the darkness around the silo.

The Skgorrian armoured column continued its journey towards the Silo, when Eichmann gave the order "Hatches down!" and all the vehicles closed their hatches.

"Make ready!" and with that gunners loaded shells, checked ammunition for their pintle-mounted weaponry. The infantry loaded their weapons and checked their spare magazines.

Eichmann took the radio "Eichmann to Myrmidons, this is Captain Eichmann of the Skgorrian SS. I have a company of Panzers and mechanised infantry, might we be of assistance?"

The Myrmidon Captain began picking up friendly chatter over his neck radio. "Roger, this is Myrmidon platoon Leopard 1. We are heavily engaged outside of silo 23, unknown enemy, unknown strength."

"Eichmann to Leopard 1, we are en route" responded Eichmann, glad that some friendlies were still in operation. "Can you give us fire co-ordinates?" He asked.

The company had spread out into a battle line, the APCs taking the centre with the armour on eithe flank. Every man was tense and nervous, but they were proud soldiers of SKgorria, ready to die to combat Disorder and Chaos!

2nd Army Group

Field Marshal Ilich Zapata had been given new orders: The 2nd Army Group was to procede on a southeasterly course and destroy the rebels that were trying to take the capital city of Kydonia.

Leaving behind a regiment (2,400 soldiers) and some vehicles in the city of Sochi, the 2nd Army Group headed on a course for the southern regions of West Corinthia.

The coastal cities of Gagra and Gudauta were taken quickly at the cost of 97 men. But as the Army Group continued to move further south, they encountered the most resistance seen yet in the conflict.

Although the Active Denial Systems were able to keep back enemy troops, they could not drive back the number of landmines and IED's that the rebels had planted for them. As they made their way to Sokhumi, 3 ADSs and 2 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks were blown up by explosives, leading to the deaths of 15 men.

The movement of vehicles and troops slowed to a crawl as minesweepers fanned out to clear the roads of any explosives. This was not good. The terrain was getting to be quiet mountainous and the paths and roadways were getting narrower.

Some of the rebels tried to take advantage of the Army Group's state by attacking them with morters. However, the airships flying overhead quickly discovered their positions and destroyed them with a hale of machine gun fire.

As they slowly but gradually came down upon Sokhumi, the rebels stepped up their attacks even further. From the mountains there came a hale of Rockets and mortors, which destroyed a 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicle. The Airships responded in kind, firing cruise missiles towards the launch points. Soon afterwards, their guns went silent.

Clearly they were becoming desperate, for they were even attacking in old Soviet-model T-72 tanks, which were no match for the superior M1A1 Abrams tank.

As they got within 15 miles of Sokhumi, the rebels launched a last ditch aerial assault: 40 Saab Grippens and 30 Yak 141 Freestyles. They were quickly detected on all the Trojan II's RADAR systems.

The 2nd Army Group however, had brought with it 2,000 Avenger Low Level Anti-Air Vehicles, and around 1,500 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicles. They also had 420 Su-47 Golden Eagles alongside a couple hundred heavily armed airships.

The Avengers and the Smerches let loose an opening salvo of SAMs, supported by a barrage of Tomahawk cruise missiles and AIM-9Z Sidewinders from the airships.

This incredible show of firepower quickly destroyed 27 Saab Gripens and 13 Yak 141 Freestyles. Upon seeing the rapid destruction of their forces, an additional 2 Gripens and 1 Yak 141 Freestyle decided to turn tail and get the hell out of there, leaving only 11 Saabs and 16 Yaks.

From the decks of the Trojan I's and Trojan II's, there flew forth 80 Su-47 Golden Eagles, a wing+8. This vast force flew towards the diminished rebels.

The rebel pilots, already demoralized at the quick and sudden loss of their numbers, grew further despaired as they saw the forward-swept wings and immediately recognized them as Su-47s. But it was too late to retreat now. From each of the Golden Eagles flew 2 R-77 missiles. The slower and less maneuverable Saabs and Yaks could not escape the 160 missiles flying towards them and they all went down in balls of flaming wreckage.

The remaining SAMs and missiles that didn't hit anything at all dropped down to Earth, exploding with great intensity, triggering avalanches and igniting forest fires outside the city of Sokhumi. These fires began to grow and spread across the landscape.

The 2nd Army Group stopped its advance. The forest fires were too dangerous. For now, they would have to hold their position until the fire burned itself out.

OOC:Well, there are 30 Praetorian Guards and 120 Blackwolf Guards. Thought I said that earlier.
Also, can't you RP the guys in the silo itself doing some fighting? We did contact them.
Also on a side note, how'd you know they were hostile?
IC: Relying on heatvision, the Blackwolf Guards began to organize themselves so they could fight back.
Casualties had been bad. 4 dead, and 9 wounded so far. However, it looked like they greatly outnumbered the defenders, which was useful.
Vlasov continued to move to see if he could flank them. Taking shots when he could move, he began to notice a few of them with rockets.
"As if things couldn't get any worse..."
Meanwhile, Masuki had managed to link up with other Blackwolf Guards.
While those carrying rifles served as a defensive shield, Masuki and three other Blackwolfs began firing their RPGs at where the fire was coming from.
Several explosions ripped through the forest.

Transmission to Captain Garonov, acting Field Marshal, WCA,
We have rescued Field Marshal Chenko and ask where you would like us to escort him so we may do so quickly. Also who the hell was firing on us apart from the rebels. We demand to know.

Lieutenant Grifit, Londim Armed Forces


The fighting had died down in the village. Medics were moving between the wounded soldiers treating them as best they could. Basic rations were being handed to the soldiers at the back while others had been posted to kepp an eye on enemy advancement.....

OOC: Please keep OOC chatter to the OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=492310&page=4) from now on.
IC:

"There are so many of them!" one myrmidon shouted to Konrad Belov, the Myrmidon Captain. "We're outnumbered and outgunned!"

Captain Belov acknowledged him and saw him take a bullet to helmet immediately afterward. "Medic!"

A medic rushed foreward, "There's nothing I can do for him. He's gone."

Belov took the dead myrmidon's RPG and fired it at the enemy. "Fall back!" he ordered to the platoon. "We'll link up with the armor sooner!" He toggled his neck radio again to respond to Skgorria. "We're at Silo 23," he gave the coordinates, "We are outnumbered and taking casualties, we're falling back for more cover."

The count now stood at 5 dead, 8 badly wounded, and a dozen wounded but still battle-ready.

Transmission to Lieutenant Grifin of Londim

Please escort Field Marshal Chenko back to the Imperial Palace in Kydonia. We have been addressed by Saint Fedski, who claims to be the ones who attacked you. They did so believing you had hostile intentions towards the Field Marshal. But more importantly, is the heir with you? Make sure this line is secure.

-Captain Garonov

To Captain Goronov,
The heir being the young lad? Well no. Field Marshal Chenko sent him into the mountains with some of the Myrmidons. We can send a search and rescue tema ASAp if you so wish us too. The Field Marshall will be escorted back as soon as we have cleared up the mess here.

Lieutenant Grifit, Londim Army

To Saint Fedski,
We demand to know the reason for your attack. We were their to rescue Field Marshall Chenko and escort him back to the Imperial Palace so he may take charge of the WC forces in helping to fight the rebels. What are your intentions?

Lieutenant Grifit, Londim Army

Eichmann strained to hear the Corinthian due to the firefight taking place on the other end of the line. "Acknowledged, we are inbound for Silo 23, eta 3 minutes until maximum firing range. Do you have NBC gear?" he asked.

One of the radio operators in the company sent the following telegram to Skgorria High Command:
3 minutes from Silo 23, about to engage. Requesting clearance to use special munitions

As the sound of gunfire died down, Vlasov barked orders on the radio,
"Everyone get at coordinates 17-3-4! I repeat, 17-3-4!"
10 minutes, everyone alive was there.
Vlasov looked impassively at the crowd, then turned to Ayanami, who was over his right shoulder.
"We lost 4 Praetorian Guards, with 3 wounded."
"My god. Have we ever lost that many?"
"Well, we're not letting a single one of that group come out of this alive."
"There were 5 Blackwolfs killed, with 6 wounded."
"Allright."
Turning to the crowd, Vlasov gave the order to form up. The Praetorian Guards would forge ahead, with the Blackwolfs ten seconds behind.
The remaining 141 elite soldiers set off.

"We're trying to get at that nuclear silo, of course we have NBC gear." Captain Belov didn't didn't even have to ask why. Turning to his men, he shouted, "don your NBC gear everyone."

As they continued to run, the forest grew less dense. Ahead of them was an open field with grass taller than most of the men.

"They'll mow us down if we go in there." a myrmidon uneasily suggested.

"Alright, men. Hold what you've got. Eyes on, safeties off. We have to hold out until Skgorria gets here." Captain Belov crouched behind a large rock and took a firing position, waiting for the enemy to catch up with them.

"Can't we get any air support?"

"Eagle 1, this Leopard 1. Any update on the air support situation?"

"Roger, Leopard 1. We're arming and feuling a couple Gripens for you. We've also got some Mi-24 Hinds in the air and en route. 5 minutes out."

"That's more like it." Turning back to his men, "We need 5 minutes before the Hinds get here. I don't care if we're fighting them hand-to-hand by then, we will hold here. What do you wanna live forever?" Having successfully inspired his men, Captain Belov returned to his nightvision scope.

Clearance is given to use special munitions

The Leader

Eichmann finally relaxed, he'd been worried that they would have had to waste valuable time reloading and changing shells. Even now, Eichmann could see the forest where the Myrmidons were located.

Now we see if the NBC proofing on these vehicles really works he thought, before depressing his radio.
"Units 1 through 3, fire!" he ordered, and one of the T-95 squads fired, sending shells flying over the Loyalist position to a few hundred yards ahead. With a BANG the shells detonated, and a soft vapour began to drift down...

"Sarin shells deployed, all units heads up" ordered Eichmann

The Praetorians marched ahead, with the Blackwolfs 15 seconds behind them.
After some time at marching, Vlasov stopped and put his hand on another Praetor.
"What?"
"They're using gas."
Vlasov pointed down at a vapor.
"Fuck."
Immeadiately reaching to his radio, Vlasov barked out orders to the Blackwolfs.
"This is Vlasov. Get the fuck out of here and move as fast as you can. Just run the other way and don't look back. It's sarin."
Vlasov swore. The Praetorian armor functioned as a NBC suit, so they'd be fine. The Blackwolfs on the hand, wore only gas masks, and sarin was capable of going through skin.
"We're conducting a retreat. There is no way we can function without the Blackwolfs. We'll retreat and seek an alternate route."

[I]To Saint Fedski,
We demand to know the reason for your attack. We were their to rescue Field Marshall Chenko and escort him back to the Imperial Palace so he may take charge of the WC forces in helping to fight the rebels. What are your intentions?

Lieutenant Grifit, Londim Army

To: Lt. Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Demands

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski does not take kindly to your attitude and your hostile actions. The forces of the Commonwealth made no attack. Instead, they responded to an attack on the village of Irkutsk by the forces of Londim. It is the Commonwealth that must demand why you attack a village occupied by paratroops from the Second Commonwealth Fleet. We also demand an apology from Londim for causing casulties. We trust the government of Londim will make proper reparations for the casulties and damage caused to the equipment.

If appropriate action is not undertaken by Londim, the Commonwealth will be forced to take its own appropriate action.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, West Corinthia Theatre
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

To: Lt. Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Demands

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski does not take kindly to your attitude and your hostile actions. The forces of the Commonwealth made no attack. Instead, they responded to an attack on the village of Irkutsk by the forces of Londim. It is the Commonwealth that must demand why you attack a village occupied by paratroops from the Second Commonwealth Fleet. We also demand an apology from Londim for causing casulties. We trust the government of Londim will make proper reparations for the casulties and damage caused to the equipment.

If appropriate action is not undertaken by Londim, the Commonwealth will be forced to take its own appropriate action.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, West Corinthia Theatre
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

To:General Larissa Lynds
From: Lt. Grifit
Re:Re: Demands

We were unaware of your presence in the village. We were there to combat the rebles who were holding Field Marshal Chenko captive. As we speak Field Marshal Chenko is being escorted to the Imperial Palace to take charge of West Corinthinian forces. Our armed forces were merely carryoing out a mission given to us by West Corinthia.

To: Lt. Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Reparations

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski demands an apology for the loss of a pilot, two aircraft and the injuries sustained by eighty other men and women of the Commonwealth Navy's Second Fleet.

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski also demands that appropriate reparations be made voluntarily by the Goverment of Londim.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, West Corinthia Theatre
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

2nd Army Group

After several hours, the fires to the north of Sokhumi had subsided somewhat. However, the road to the city was still covered in flames.

Field Marshal Ilich Zapata, growing impatient with the waiting, ordered the Air Fleets to send down Chinook Transport Helicopters to airlift troops into the city. Soon, 66 Chinooks, each carrying 36 soldiers, flew over the flames to Sokhumi, under cover of the three Air Fleets.

Rebel militia shot at the Chinooks from the tops of buildings using heavy machine guns. The Mako and Hyperion-class Airships locked onto those pests and destroyed them with a wave of machine-gun fire. Nonetheless, one rebel armed with an RPG, managed to shoot down one of the Chinooks, causing it to crash upon the streets below.

The Chinooks began to land and unload troops into the city. The first soldiers that that arrived saw that the streets were deserted. Apparently the civilians had fled, wanting to avoid the fire that had now appeared on the edges of the city. The only people left were rebels.

The soldiers began to fan out. They were away from their main group. There would be no Active Denial Systems to drive back the rebels. They had to exercise caution. The sniper squads armed their Galil Snipers and started to look for targets.

The Air Fleets flew over the Sukhumi Dranda Airport. Chinook Helicopters landed here and began unloading soldiers, which were almost immediately set upon by rebels. They quickly lost ground to the Wilhelmsborough soldiers, with support from the airships and Su-47 Golden Eagles.

Across the Air Fields, Su-47s swooped down straffing the fields with machine gun fire. At one point, some of the rebels tried to escape in an Airliner. But with some pinpoint shooting from the Su-47's, the forward landing gear was destroyed, and the vehicle collapsed nose first onto the runway. Soldiers swarmed over the jet, wretching it open and capturing 98 rebels.

Before the city was captured, the airport fell to the 2nd Army Group. Chinook helicopters moved to and fro, picking up soldiers from the woods, and delivering them to the airport, where they could join their comrades in claiming the city. If any rebels attempted to fire on the helicopters, a burst of machine gun fire from the Airships or Su-47s would quickly stop it.

Eventually, the fire burned itself out, allowing the remainder of the 2nd Army Group to enter the city, put down the last of the rebels, and establish order within the city.

This was only done however, at the cost of:

2 Avengers
3 Chinooks
5 M1A1 Abrams Tanks
10 M998 HMMWV Humvees

A total of 617 soldiers were killed in the fighting. There was one particularly tragic moment when a group of cornered rebels, refusing to surrender to foreign soldiers, detonated a fertilizer bomb, bringing a 15-story building down on top of 35 soldiers, 3 M998 HMMWV Humvees and one Abrams Tank. There were no survivers.

Soon after the subjegation of Sukhumi, C-17 Globemasters began to arrive, unloading fresh supplies and armered vehicles, which included 20 Active Denial Systems, 25 M1A1 Abrams tanks, and 15 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks.

There was a new addition to the airfield as well: The massive B-52 Stratofortresses. The Field Marshal had requested them to make bombing runs around West Corinthia.

Prince William read the reports of the capture of Sukhumi and smiled. With that airport under their control, they were now within striking distance of Kydonia.

Transmission to West Corinthian Loyalists

The city of Sukhumi has been taken by the 2nd Army Group. The Sukhumi Dranda Airport is under our control as well. Loyalist forces are invited to operate out of this airport if need be.

On a more important note. With the capture of Sukhumi, Wilhelmsborough is now within striking distance of Kydonia. Very soon we will be sending soldiers and armered vehicles to fortify the capital. Hold it together, Loyalists! We're coming.

The 25 strong Black Brigade assault group had been marching for some days to reach the small border town shown on their maps as Objective One.

They were to ensure easy access for their comrades in the Atopian Workers' and Peasants' Militia (AWPM) and the 283rd Motorised Black Guard Column. In order to do this, of course, any resistance within the town would have to be destroyed - the Black Guard could deal with the border guards with ease, after all.

Approaching the town at dusk, the first the town's paramilitary police knew of their presence was when the assault group's 80mm mortar began coughing shells into the police station. Heavy machine gun fire hammered from Atopian positions into flimsy defence works. Rocket propelled grenades and satchel charges detonated amongst ill-prepared and sleepy police troops.

A flamethrower lit the night with its crimson glow, igniting a petrol station, which detonated in a hollow thump. Moments later, the streets began to echo with the sound of panicked rifle fire - but it was already too late for the shocked and demoralised defenders.

Within an hour, the town had fallen to the assault group. By dawn, the surviving police and paramilitaries had been rounded up, along with most of a list of known Corinthian loyalists - local politicians, such as had remained in their town, were also dragged from their houses and hiding places, along with their relatives. Suspected sympathisers of the Corinthian regime were also detained by the Atopian assault force.

Herded to the town square, the 219 enemies of the working masses were covered by the guns of the Black Brigade.

With just a glance, the moment came. Bolts were worked, and triggers squeezed. The 12.7mm DshK chattered, punching the prisoners backwards. In just a couple of minutes, the massacre was over, and the town was free.

By the time the 283rd had arrived, the jail and cells had been opened, and the prisoners pardoned. By late evening, the town was fortifed by the 2nd Column, and the local revolutionary council was in control.

Atopiana had played her first hand...

Tenarius sighed. Things looked bad. His team was getting bogged down, and the rebels were getting crushed.
That's when he noticed the reports of the Atopiana invasion.
Although he hated dealing with Commie scum, there was only one way to destabilize the region.
The Kraven situation also seemed to be calming down, so there might be a chance of using the Army.
For now:
Telegram from Tenarius to Atopiana:
We are willing to provide up to 30 million dinari to back the invasion (1 dinari = 1.4 US dollars)

From: Supreme Workers' and Peasant's Advisory Council
To: Tenarius
Re: Money

Comrade,

We will be very happy to recieve your monies in order to assist us in the furthering of the inevitable revolution. Please transfer the money to the following account with the Atopian Central Distribution Council:

# 0000001

Yours, in solidarity,

SWPAC Chairwoman-Elect Kanakova

PS: We're not communists. We're anarchists. :) Just to clear things up.

The Panzer company had approached the edge of the forest where the Loyalists were, and the infantry had dismerbarked.

"See to their wounded" Eichmann ordered, and SS medics ran to Loyalist injured to treat their wounds. Approaching who he believed to be the senior officer, judging by the man's rank tabs, Eichmann extended his right arm and saluted in the traditional Skgorrian way. "Captain Belov I presume?" he asked, as the rest of the Panzergrenadier infantry fanned out in a circle, taking care not to overlap fire arcs.

A squadron of Mi-24 Hinds swept into Kydonia, taking light small arms fire from the streets below. They landed in the courtyard of the Imperial Palace.

Captain Garonov rushed out of the office wing of the palace with a detachment of Myrmidons to secure the area around the choppers. The Captain himself approached the nearest Hind.

He shouldered his assault rifle as a boy, no older than 16, stepped out of the lead Hind.

"Is this him?" Garonov asked Field Marshal Chenko, who had just arrived at his side.

"This is our future." Chenko replied.

Captain Garonov snapped to attention and saluted the boy. "Prince Aleksei, you have much work to do. Come with me."

Aleksei had been emotionally overwhelmed by recent events. In his mind he was Aleksei Vostrokov, son of a merchant in Irkutsk. Now everyone was saying he was Aleksei Kotov, Prince of West Corinthia. Nonetheless, he followed Captain Garonov into the palace.

For legality purposes, a short DNA test was conducted. Prince Aleksei was confirmed as the former Czar Vasili's son. Now they had to spread the word...

~Radio/TV/Loudspeaker Announcement, all channels and frequencies~

My name is Aleksei Kotov. I am the true son of the late Czar of West Corinthia. All my life my identity was hidden both from you and from me. This was meant to protect my father politically, since I was not born of his wife. The task now falls to me to rebuild West Corinthia as my father saw it. I realize now that I see in the same way. But I cannot do this alone. What did the Separatists offer you for your allegiance? Money? Freedom? Unity? Lies. Weren't things better under the rule of my father? Return to your homeland. West Corinthia needs you.

The message was short, but to the point. Reaction was seen almost immediately. Crowds flooded the streets of Kydonia, cheering. The embattled hoplites spread throughout the city came out from their makeshift fortifications and put down the few who resisted the return to order. Kydonia was re-occupied.

Word was out, and Loyalist support on the rise. Major cities began the slow return to order.

As LCVPs of the WCN stormed the Western shore, opposing fire lessened and stopped. Within an hour the rebellion would completely lose the support of the general population. Now it was confined to the terrorist leadership and ringleaders of the Separatists. However, they still held a nuke, and had the support of Demon 666.

With a beachead secured, the naval fleet began unloading the army of West Corinthia...

Thousands armored vehicles, helicopters, planes, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers disembarked their ships, ready to end this civil war.

With most of the airfields and factories back in loyalist hands, cargo planes could be sent to the colonies to bring back the millions of troops still overseas.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Location: Outside of Silo 23

The Myrmidons were shielded from the Sarin gas by their NBC suits. Captain Belov radioed headquarters. "Resistance is heavy. Recommend we abort the mission. We no longer have the element of surprise."

"Negative. You will proceed on mission. The Hinds will evac your wounded and reinforce you with fresh troops. The tanks will cover you. Disable that nuke! We're going to make contact with the rebels in the silo and see if we can't negotiate to get the hostages."

"Roger." Captain Belov switched off his radio.

3 Hinds landed in the fields behind the Myrmidons and took on the wounded soldiers, while dropping off fresh Hoplites. Two squads of Hoplites ran up to Captain Belov for a quick briefing.

As he finished the briefing, he was interrupted by a Skgorrian officer. "Captain Belov, at your service. Thanks for the backup, by the way." he saluted, then posted scouts to watch for a hostile counter-attack.

"Might I recommend maximum force?" asked Eichmann. "I have enough gas in these shells to clear out the silo. It would lead to less losses of troops on our part, and those civillians would be acceptable losses. Needless to say, my company is ready to do what is necessary."

Vlasov put on his radio.
Having retreated to a safe distance, they had fund another way through the trees.
"This is Maximus to Flavius. Maximus to Flavius."
"Flavius speaking. Over."
"Maximus is requesting that stage two be initiated."
"Roger that. We were going to come down soon, anyway."
Three gunships descended down to where the soldiers were. About 10 more Praetors jumped out, ready for combat.
Vlasov pointed to the silo.
"We think we can head that way, but there's not much cover. It's mostly a grassy field. Provide air support for us, and we'll deal with the rest."
"Roger that."
Vlasov looked at his men, and said very quitely,
"In the name of the Emperor, we will not fail." Looking around, he gave the orders to move out with full speed.
"Go go go!"

With the artillery and anti-aircraft troops of the 8th and 9th Centuries dug in around the town, supported by the local militia and the motorised troops of the 4th and 5th Centuries, the remaining members of the Black Guard advanced in half-column, supported by the Assault Force.

Their target?

A nearby manor house belonging to a senior politician - intelligence indicated that he had fled to his country house following the outbreak of war.

Streets of Tbılısı


The 18th Mountaın Dıvısıon, the most versatıle and hıghly traıned dıvısıon ın the GRA (Groznıan Republıc Army), closed ın on the cıty of Tbılısı. A vangaurd of M1A2s took poınt, followed by mechanızed ınfantry and the rest of the dıvısıon. Helıcopters cırcled ın the skıes above searchıng for enemy emplacements. None were found. To the shock and dısmay of all the battle-ready soldıers, people were out ın the streets cheerıng for them after they learned that the 18th came to lıberate them.

"All unıts, tune your radıos to 153.45" saıd an ıntel offıcer chucklıng to hımself.

Thousands of men and women lıstened to a speech made by what sounded to be a young man. It was the fırst speech of the young new Czar bravely callıng the people to defend theır motherland.

"Waıt, so thıs means war's over?" saıd one soldıer to the drıver of hıs Humvee. .... Just then they hıt a bump ın the road.

The resultıng explosıon blew the humvee to shreds and rıpped through the sıde of an apartment buıldıng and a nearby crowd. Random gunfıre started poppıng up and the crowd panıcked and ran everywhıch way, sadly succumbıng to hostıle small arms fıre. Another IED went off dısablıng the two lead tanks. A second later the last vehıcle ın the column, a Bradley, was showered wıth rpgs and went up lıke a fırecracker. The 112 men ınbetween were trapped.

"Charley One thıs ıs Tango two do you copy?! We've been attacked and need reınforcements! We're at the corner of ---" a 7.72mm round blew through the operators' head and came out the other end of the radıo, splatterıng the wındshıeld wıth blood. A wall of gunfıre opened up on the column from the rıght, every road was a wall of lead. To the left was a wall of apartments and the road was blocked both ways by flamıng wrecks. The men of the 18th opened up on theır attackers, blındly fırıng ınto the streets. Most of the cıvılıans had been mowed down ın the ınıtıal barrage or had managed to run away. Two blocks to the rıght, a technıcal came onto the street and began fırııng antı aırcraft shells at the collumn. An M1 turned out of the collumn and blew the truck away. The trapped vehıcles began to dısmount and tanks spearheaded the breakout. Men rushed between tanks and APCs ınto apartment buıidıngs and onto street corners usıng whatever cover they could fınd. What the rebels dıdn't know was that urban warfare was the 18th's speciality.

"Fan out! Tanks lead the APCs!" Captaın Erwın Breckonrıdge shouted orders at hıs men from atop hıs tank. He was determıned to keep movıng and not get bogged down. It seemed lıke the rebels were everywhere, a man wıth a gun would pop out of a buıldıng, fıre 6 shots and dıssapear. Fortunatley a squad of snıpers From the thırd story of an apartment buıldıng snıpers began pıckıng off targets. A dozen men ran ınto a sıdestreet atemptıng to flank the collumn from the front sıde as they broke out. 3 had RPGs and the rest were weıldıng grenades and molotovs. They got ınto posıtıon thınkıng they were unnotıced. A crack snıper put a bullet ınto a molotov attached to the poınt man's belt. The entıre squad went up ın flames and were showered wıth .50 cal hell when a humvee notıced.

The fırefıght ended only mınutes after ıt had begun and prompted commanders to be wary of IEDs and suspıcıous lookıng cıtızens. Total casualtıes were

26 Soldıers
3 Humvees
3 M1A2 MBTs
4 Bradleys

Much to the dısmay of command, what was fırst thought to be a fıght agaınst an organızed rebellıon was now a counter-terror operatıon. However, ın only a few hours, the entıre cıty was ın Groznyj's control and communıcatıons wıth the local government and czar were reestablıshed.

New Nuremburg

The Leader was holding another rally, the crowd swayed by his magnetic rhetoric. Before him stood a crowd of a million people, all dressed in full uniform.

"The Atopian menace cannot be allowed to exist!" screamed the Leader, "it must be exterminated like the plague it is upon our Race. They seek to imprint their foul ideals upon the West Corinthians, well I say enough is enough! A company of our finest warriors have been fighting disorder and chaos for several days now, but it seems that greater force is required. Therefore I have decided to send an entire division of our SS troops to crush all resistance to the natural order!" At this, the crowd screamed 'Sieg Heil!' repeatedly, echoing their Leader's fervent desire for total and utter victory.

Dren, South-East Skgorria

SS-General Stalheim picked up her phone
"Zionbane HQ" she answered, leaning back on her chair.
"The order has come through" came the voice of her aide-de-camp, "we are to mobilise"
Stalheim sighed, "so it begins" and began readying the division to combat-ready status...

Off the Coast of Poti (http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/fedoraja/?action=view&current=SFLandings1.jpg&refPage=&imgAnch=imgAnch2)

0430

The grey light of the dawn was still blocked out by the rest of the earth as the men of the 34th Commonwealth Armoured Division rolled out of bed and into their combat gear on board the Endeavour Class transports.

Emerging on the deck like ants coming out of their ant hill the men moved to their designated helicopters. On each of the fifty transports, was one CH-46 capable of carrying over 2000 kilograms of supplies for the troops and vehicles that would be put ashore in a matter of hours. The inital wave of troops would be flown in on the three SH-60s that each transport stored.

"Let's roll." General Larissa Lynds broadcast over all the frequencies the Commonwealth was using.

The helicopters started up, their engines growing louder as they sped up, eventually, the sound of 150 birds filled the early morning sky as the invaison force took to the air. In all, sixteen hundred soldiers would be making their way inland via helicopter to secure vital areas of the coastline before a beach landing could be facilitated.

[OOC: This is part one of four. There will be three simultaneous attacks that I will post all at once, and with pictures to help.]

http://www.FuckYouAndDie.com/pics/95910498.jpg

Those areas circled in blue are under the control of the Wilhelmsborough peacekeeping forces.

The 500 men and women of the demi-column smashed the manor house into the ground - artillery and tank fire pulverised the building, while ZSU-23-4s destroyed the fleeing limousines.

The infantry then looted the burning remains of the house and shot all the survivors.

Task complete, the demi-column drove back to the town in order to help defend it. After all, they'd heard rumours on the underground's grapevine that Skgorria was crossing the border in at least brigade strength, and more likely with a division...

To Saint Feski,
We of the Londim government herbey aplogise for the unneeded actions that took place at the village of Irkstuk. We will pay reparations for the damage caused. We wish ti avoid an international situation with your nation and so instead let us help West Corinthia restablish itself.

Signed
President Aran
Democratic Republic of Londim


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Lieutenant Grifit had been montoring movements of other nations whose presence was in the nation. It seemed some nations were trying to take over and bring West Corinthia under their command. The biggest threat seemed to be Atopiana, those communist freaks..

"Soldiers! Soldiers! Be prepared for in a few hours we will be moving to a new part of the nation where Atopiana is trying to take over this nation. Reports are coming in of other friendlies travelling to the area and so we will help them. That is all..."

"Crush Atopianans wherever you find them!" came the order, and so at dawn, the 5th SS Panzer Division rolled across the border into West Corinthia, having previously negotiated with border authorities. Ahead of the first wave, imported AMX 10RC armoured cars scouted the terrain supported by MiG-29s who hunted for the enemy. T-95 MBTs surged ahead along with infantry riding in BMP-IIIs, self propelled guns trailing behind but not so far enough behind that they were unable to support the advance. 2 Panzer regiments and a Panzer-Grenadier regiment formed the wall of the advance, with a Panzer regiment in reserve that also served as guards to a Support Regiment that contained logistics, engineers and air defense units. Mi-24 gunships hovered over the formation, searching for targets.

Eventually the division came to a halt at what was to be their temporary field base. An additional engineer regiment had been flown in, and 5th SS Panzer began digging in, but also constructing a large temporary airfield to aid in logistics and to launch aircraft from. Units of 16th Air Army stood ready to transfer to West Corinthia, who would then go on to support the attack on the Atopian forces.

Meanwhile, back in Skgorria, a whole wing of Tu-160 Blackjacks was launched. Fully loaded with 6 cruise missiles each, these behemoths were to head to the Atopian-controlled town and obliterate it

Prince Aleksei was just getting acquainted with his new quarters in the palace, when Captain Garonov came rushing in with a handful of papers.

"What are all those?" the Prince asked, while Garonov caught his breath from the long run to Aleksei's suite.

"Communications." he finally answered. "We successfully reinforced the platoon of Myrmidons at Silo 23. They're continuing on mission once they secure the outside area."

"Any idea who they ambushed?"

"None. But we've just recieved reports of Atopianans. We've never dealt with them before, but all our allies say they're trouble. You need to make a decision, shall we engage them?"

Prince Aleksei thought for a moment. This would be his first command-ever. He would be judged by his actions from this point forward. A war with Atopiana could last years and kill thousands on each side. "What was my father like?" he inquired, before making a decision in his own mind.

"He was very decisive and powerful. I would have given my life to save his."

The choice was now clear as day in Prince Aleksei's mind. "It's war then. Order all units to engage Atopianans wherever they are found. I want maps, troop locations-"

"Your father had a War Room for all that. Follow me."

The Prince, not even sworn in as Czar, was already beginning to show the same traits of leadership as his father...

The aircraft of the Second and Fifth Commonwealth Fleets have been maintaining a tight patrol pattern around the fleets so as not to engage any other forces unless they came too close to the carriers.

Soon, the full might of the Naval Air Arm would be unleashed against the West Corinthian coastline as every available combat aircraft would be patrolling up to sixty kilometers inland, over the future invasion forces.

{ooc: just keeping you guys on your toes. So far two of the invasion sectors have been completed, Once I finish the third, i'll post them. The map is in my last post}

Three parts:
Operation Loon - North of Poti - Day One (afternoon)
Operation Beaver - Poti - Day One (morning)
Operation Moose - Kobuleti - Day One (morning)

Theatre Map (http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/fedoraja/?action=view&current=SFLandings1.jpg&refPage=&imgAnch=imgAnch3)


OPERATION MOOSE (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/fedoraja/MOOSE.jpg)

*Each of the coloure dots represents a single Endeavour Class transport colour coded to their corresponding unit and call sign. Each of the red dots is a primary objective for phase one of Operation Moose. The dashed arrows represent helicopter transport while the solid arrows represent an amphibuous landing*


The helicopters rotors began turn faster and faster until they were beating like the wings of hummingbirds, hummingbirds that carried the first wave of the Commonwealth invasion force.

The early morning cast an eerie light across the dead still ocean. Barely five kilometers from land, the transports looked larger than lift as they rose out of the Black Sea towering above the circling frigates and destroyers. The fifty-four little grey helicopters lifted off the decks, barely clearing the sides as they descended to near suicide level for their flight in to the targets.

“Hummingbird Two to Moose One” Came the call from the first of the helicopters.

“Moose One copy” Came the reply from the bridge of the transport acting as a temporary headquarters for the 28th Armoured Brigade and the 4th Infantry Battalion.

“We have reached the Objective Alpha. Over”

“Roger. Initiate operation.”

The twelve helicopters slowly begun to descend among into the south end of Kobuleti, their mission was to secure and defend the Southern flank until reinforcements could arrive.

“Moose One. Parcel delivered, returning to base.” Hummingbird One reported as the last of the 132-person mission leapt from the Sea Hawk.

“Roger Hummingbird One. Good luck Beatle Bailey.”

The men split into their squads as they ran for the nearest set of buildings.

“Sure is quite Sarge” A soldier observed.

“Too quiet if you ask me.” The Sergeant replied cautiously. “Alright men, lets take our position over there. We still have a mission to do.”

The sergeant led his squad to a nearby house that offered a commanding view of the Southern Highway Approach. The highway was freshly paved, likely just before the Czar died. It had no wear and tear marks and looked relatively unused, aside from a burnt out car and a couple scorched bodies next to a small crater.

Other teams in the South End had an equally challenging time locating and securing a proper building. A platoon of about thirty soldiers occupied a three story building on the river dividing the North and South ends.

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Beatle Juice was an equally strong company. Their mission was to secure the North End, which formed the center of the Kobuleti sector.

A couple Little Birds buzzed by as they kept an eye out for any hostile activity at all. Of course there was none. The only action was the odd tumbleweed blowing across the road. Everything was eerily silent here too. There were reports of a mass abandonment of the city when the Second Fleet approached the shores, but a complete abandonment was never considered. Building after building had not a soul, not an animal, not a bird and definitely no humans.

“I do not like this at all.” A soldier whispered to his buddy.

“Neither do I” The buddy whispered back.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?”

“I saw a shadow run over there.”

“I didn’t see it.”

“But I did.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Where’s the sergeant?”

“I’m right here” He replied. “What do you need Smith?”

“I saw a shadow, looked like a human’s shadow.”

“Where?” The sergeant wore a concerned look on his gruff face.

“Right over there” the soldier pointed to a row of small houses.

“Let me see.” The sergeant took out his binoculars and scanned the houses. “Don’t move he whispered. I see a pair of binoculars moving around. Fetch me the radio.”

“Here Sarge”

Sarge grabbed the radio. “Lieutenant, I need air support. I have spotted a rebel scout.”

“Have you been spotted?”

“No sir. I will be launching yellow smoke.”

“Roger. Air support on the yellow smoke. Out”

The sergeant used a small launch to launch the smoke shell at the house. The shell flew across the air landing on the roof as it started to puff its smoke. The grenade then rolled down the roof and into the eaves trough, getting lodged and keeping the smoke on target.

Two Little Birds were passing by when one of the pilots spotted the smoke. “I see smoke. I’m going in.”

The first helicopter pulled a sharp ninety-degree turn directly at the house. The second immediately followed as though pulled on a leash. Together the two hummingbirds unleashed a fury of rockets that ripped through the building like a needle though a slice of cheese. They kept firing until the house collapsed to the ground in a heap of smoke, dust and ash, small fires began to burn on what remained of the wooden frame.

A machine gun from the house next door began to bark as it fired at some rebels who were running for cover after surviving the attack. Suddenly gun shots sprang up everywhere as the rebel resistance came to life, first in the North then in the South.

“Beatle Bailey to Moose One. Encountering heavy enemy fire. Repeat. Heavy enemy fire”

“Roger Beatle Baily. Phase two has begun.”

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Five Littlebirds swept in low over Kobuleti Airfield as the third company belonging to the 4th Infantry Battalion followed closely behind. A rebel machine position in the tower opened up on the incoming helicopters, striking and damaging the engine area of the second in line forcing it to make an early landing near a small hangar. Soldiers fired back at the control tower from their helicopters as they skimmed the ground before flying behind a row of small buildings and rocky ledges. The soldiers fanned out leaning around the corners firing short bursts with their rifles and longer bursts with the machine guns.

“Beatle three to Moose One. Hostiles in the tower. Attempting to flank. Over.”

“Roger three. Phase two has begun. Over.”

“Roger Moose One. Out”

A dull thud was heard during a lull in the firefight as both sides paused to evaluate the situation. The rebels had nowhere to go, they were surrounded yet the Commonwealth could not claim a success because the rebels still dominated the airfield. The dull thud was a grenade being launched from a small handheld launcher. The tower began to fill with a thick, yellowish-white cloud. It was a perfect launch. If the tear gas did not force the rebels to surrender, it would certainly blind them and allow a squad to creep on their position.

“Go go go!” The Captain shouted his orders.

Two squads crept in from the east and west as a smoke grenade was launched into the smoking tower. Placing a breaching charge on the door, they stepped to side while it was detonated with a small ‘poof’ of an explosion. The door was blasted inwards as were the two rebels standing behind it. The first squad tossed in a flash bang before running into the only thinly smoked lower portion of the tower. Four rebels were captured without another shot being fired. The second squad hoofed it up the steep stone steps into the control room that was finally beginning to clear. A group of five rebels lay choking and sputtering on the floor next to their two dead comrades.

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Handling the Central Sector of Operation Moose was ‘Moose Two’. Small farmhouses, surrounded by acres and acres of lush, fertile fields comprised this sector. A small village near the coast and a large farm a kilometer or so inland dominated the immediate area. Those were the two immediate goals of Moose Two.

The helicopters, as in the Kobuleti Sector had taken off in the grey light of the early morning and flew in barely above sea level. Had a wave been sent, it surely would’ve been felt by the helicopters if it had not knocked them out of the sky. Four CF-17’s passed by the village. Nothing seemed too out of place, cars were in driveways, people were walking to church, farmers were tending to their fields and a handful of rebels fired their small arms at the passing planes causing little damage.

The first of the four helicopters heading for the Farm Objective buzzed over the field, starting the livestock with the noise and wind caused by the rotors.

“Checkpoint one reached. Cargo delivered” The helicopter reported in as the soldiers jumped to the ground and sprinted for the nearest ditch.

“Roger. Return home.”

The helicopters quickly lifted off and sped back to the carriers as the forty-four men crawled through the ditches and surrounded the buildings.

Major Darling signaled for his men to advance. The men wearing their camouflage emerged from the ditches as if they had been a part of the scenery. They used a leapfrog style advance as one section moved forward a ways then stopped to cover as another section passed through its position. All five buildings were searched and rendered safe. The Divisional Headquarters was now secure.

“Objective Alpha Secure” Major Darling radioed to Moose Two.

While Major Darling’s company advanced on the farmhouse, Major Wallace’s company encircled the village. The scattered rebels either disappeared or quickly surrendered at the sight of the Commonwealth forces landing with ease while under fire. They had not expected such resistance to their movement and were easily startled.

Both objectives in the Central Sector were secured in half an hour with no casualties.

“Darling to Moose Two. Two objectives complete. No casualties. Holding until relieved.”

“Roger Darling, phase two has begun.”

“Roger Moose, Darling Out.”

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The Northern Sector of operations was nothing like the other two. As soon as the first CF-17 flew over, Moose Three knew it had a real fight to win.

CF-17s had been flying all night to ensure a secure airspace and safe passage for the helicopters from the transports.

The morning started off quiet as the CF-17s patrolled the skies high above West Corinthia like hawks circling their territory. The helicopters skimmed off the deck of the transports as they headed inland barely avoiding small pebbles on the ground.

“MAYDAY MAYDAY! We have been hit. Repeat we have been hit. Hummingbird Six reported as the engine began to sputter and die. “We are losing power. Making emergencing landing.” The helicopter bounced off the ground and back into the air before bouncing hard a second time and skidding into a house. The soldiers rushed out into a hail of machine guy fire as the well-entrenched rebels fired at them with RPDs and AK-47s.

“Humming Bird Six is pinned down.” Another helicopter reported in as it flew over, its passengers firing down into the rebel positions.

Two Little Birds appeared on the horizon, rocket pods armed and ready to fire. They buzzed over the downed Sea Hawk to scout their targets before returning on a second, combat run. The rockets hissed like a thousand snakes as they flew from their launcher and into the house and building the rebels were occupying.

“Enemy Armour approaching from the South” Cracker Jack called into his radio as he flew his CF-17 over the enemy armoured column. His wingman launched a missile, striking the first tank, knocking out. The crew was seen bailing from the burning vehicle as the other moved to pass it. Another CF-17 buzzed in firing two missiles and knocking out another tank.

While the tanks were inferior to what the Leopard 2s of the Commonwealth, they still posed a significant threat to the lightly armed infantry that had barely landed among the village.

Intense fighting continued on as more helicopters Little Birds buzzed around firing at anything that moved.

Suddenly a T-72 turned the corner, catching Lt. Charles and his platoon completely in the open. The tank fired its cannon striking and killing seven soldiers immediately while injuring another nine. With a massive explosion the T-72 billowed smoke and burst into flames as a missile from a CF-17 struck its engine in the rear.

“Thank god for fighters” Lt. Charles sighed with relief with his six remaining soldiers as the huddled behind the fragments of an old stone building that had toppled into the street. But before he could catch his breath, two-dozen rebels rounded the corner thinking the tank had cleared the way. The soldiers waited until the rebels were right on to of them before opening up. The rebels were caught with their pants down, just as Charles’ unit had been moments earlier.

“Lieutenant! One is still alive” A soldier yelled out has he sprang to his feet, bursting from the cover of the ruins, he sprinted across the street and grabbed onto the rebel fighter’s under arms, pulling him back to his platoon, “I got him LT I got him” the soldier cried out with excitement.

“Excellent job Danny!” Charles commended his soldier. He turned his attention to the rebel with the gaping wound in his shoulder and another in his leg. “Where is your leader?”

“Go to hell Facist” The rebel shouted back before grimacing in pain as Charles gripped the wounded shoulder. “You’ll have to kill me to find out.”

“That can be arranged” Charles slapped the soldier with the back of right hand then again with the back of his left. “NOW WHERE IS YOUR LEADER?”

The rebel spat in the face of Lieutenant Charles who did not take too kindly to that action. He pulled out his service revolver and shot the man in his other shoulder. “We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. The choice is yours, comrade.”

Again the rebel spat in his face after telling to go to hell. And again Charles shot the rebel, this time in knee.

“I will give you one more chance or you will no longer be a man.”

“Fuck you Commie” the rebel screamed at his captors.

Lt. Charles pulled back the hammer on his revolver, “you asked for it,” he said as he pointed his weapon at the man’s crotch.

“Blow me” Were the rebel’s last words as a bullet passed right between his eyes. Another wounded fighter who watched his fellow countryman get slapped around a shot decided he didn’t have the stomach to tolerate such abuse.

“Look LT. Here comes another Comrade”

“GET YOUR DAMN HANDS UP” Charles shouted at the approaching rebel. “KEEP THEM THERE”

Two soldiers rushed out and pulled the rebel into the rubble.

“Don’t hurt me,” The man begged of his captor’s with a tear welling up in his young face.

“You’ll be safe if you tell us what we want to know”

“Don’t hurt me! I just want to go home” He continued to sob, “I’ll tell you anything”

“Where are your positions strongest?” He Lieutenant asked politely amongst the sounds of rifles cracking, machines rattling and shells exploding.

“East of the train tracks. We were heading North to Poti to attack the soldiers that landed there when you landed on top of us.”

“Where is your leadership?”

“In the warehouse. They are completely surrounded. Please, please don’t hurt me.”

The Lieutenant grabbed his radio. “Hostile officers located at target Bravo.”

“Copy that. Objective Bravo surrounded and being infiltrated.”

“Roger” the Lieutenant replied. “Let’s go,” he ordered his men as he finished tying the prisoner up.

The six remaining men darted from building to building making their way to the downed helicopter.

“Everybody alright?” Charles asked.

“Everyone aside from the pilot” A soldier added.

“Come on, we’re behind schedule, we need that harbour.”

“Yes sir” the soldier replied as his group got to their feet and followed the Lieutenant.

Running along the side of the buildings, using the doorways for cover, the rag tag platoon finally made it to the small harbour only to find it completely deserted. After spending half an hour searching it for rebel ambushes, Lt. Charles was finally able to call it in as secure. Another hour later, the group of rebel holed up in the warehouses ran out of ammunition and surrendered.

Four hours after the operation began, the initial objectives were secure just as phase two of Operation Moose began.

Saint Fedskian losses included 17 killed, 28 wounded and one SH-60 shot down.

The rebels suffered the loss of 98 fighters killed, 150 wounded and 24 captured. The loss of eight pieces of armour significantly diminishes the immediate threat to the landings.

OPERATION BEAVER (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/fedoraja/BEAVER.jpg)

*Each of the coloure dots represents a single Endeavour Class transport colour coded to their corresponding unit and call sign. Each of the red dots is a primary objective for phase one of Operation Beaver. The dashed arrows represent helicopter transport while the solid arrows represent an amphibuous landing*


The awaiting helicopters flipped on their rotors as the still sleepy men and women lined up to board them. The sounds of dull whoosh of the air, the chopping of the blades and the feet stomping heavily across the deck in the early morning hours carried for kilometers and into the town.

The men under the command of Beaver Six were instructed to take the oil storage facility and the bridge intact. However the as bridge was the most important of the two targets, two-third of the company would be taken there.

Twenty OH-6 Little Birds were assigned to provide close fire support for Alpha Company while a group of CF-17s pummeled the poorly hidden entrenchments with their cannons while missiles sought out the bunkers and armoured vehicles.

“Cougar to Mockingbird Six. Approach with caution”

“Roger Cougar” the lead helicopter replied to the CF-17 formation. “We’re going in”

The helicopters skimmed the deck before rising to a decent height. They couldn’t skim the water or the ground like the helos in Moose Sector because of the hedges and trees along the shoreline.

“Enemy spotted” A small band of armed men were seen running from a shallow ditch towards a shed. “Let ‘em have it” The side gunners opened up with their machine guns on the group of men who dropped like a sack of bricks. Other rebels emerged from ditches and trees as they fired their AKs up at the helicopters

“We’re goin’ in hot. Make it quick” The pilot of one helicopter shouted at his passengers as they swooped in to their landing zone, the aerial gunners still firing as though they had been possessed.

Three helicopters landed on either side of the bridge. “Move, move, move!” The sergeants yelled to their men as two three squads bolted from two of the helicopters a couple hundred meters North of the bridge.

Rifles began to crack and machines chuckled as rebels hidden in the tree line opened fired.

“Argh” A wounded man cried out as he got hit.

“MEDIC!”

A squad that managed to seek out cover of a building fired back at the rebels, suppressing them relatively quickly allowing the other squads to find enough cover to fire on the rebel forces.

“Taylor, throw some smoke” The Lieutenant ordered his sergeant.

“Already done” Taylor, the veteran of numerous wars replied as he threw the yellow smoke into the tree line. No sooner had the smoke begun to billow out of the can, the Little Birds swarmed over the area pouring rocket fire into the trees as squads took up flanking positions.

The Lt. motioned his men in as the helicopters finished their quick pass. The two squads charged the rebels from the east and west while another the rest of the platoon poured fire into the tree line.

The fourth squad was just landing behind the rebel lines as the squads began flanking. The gunners of the Sea Hawk poured additional fire into entrenchment while its passengers charged the rear, firing from the hips.

“I surrender,” A rebel yelled as he marched out with his hands on the back of his head. “Don’t shoot! I surrender!”

The surrendering man fell to the ground, clutching his chest as bullets ripped into body. The rebels were not going to surrender too easily.

The squads threw grenades, as cries of pain erupted after explosions, brining temporary lulls in the fighting. Those lulls were just that, lulls, temporary breaks as the rebels recovered. The Commonwealth soldiers were now almost on top of them, yet they still continued to fight.

“EVERYONE DOWN” A sergeant yelled as he broke into the position, firing above their heads. A rebel began to reach for his pistol as his shotgun has run out of ammo. “I SAID GET DOWN SCUMBAG”, the rebel continued to draw his pistol. The sergeant put a couple rounds into the resilient rebel as the body crumpled to the ground. “Anyone else got a problem?”

The rebels looked at each other before they lowered their weapons and put their hands on their head. Twenty bodies were lying around the tangled bushes, branches and sandbags. Of the thirty rebels in the compound, only four were captured, the other six were killed outside of the position.

Back on the South side of the bridge, the rebel occupiers who witnessed the battle on the other side were much less willing to fight, their position a hundred meters East of the bridge approach offered them no strategic advantage, no matter how many RPGs they had. The position was even more useless as the helicopters landed in the open spaces right next to the objective. The rebels fled north along the river on foot, being harassed by Little Birds for quite a while.

With the bridge secure, and the oil facility secured without a fight, Beaver Six had secured their objectives before any other company.

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Beaver Seven and Eight were to be the first armoured units ashore, going in without a major helicopter assault before hand. Beaver Seven had two objectives of its own and one shared with Beaver Eight. Seven was to launch a helicopter assault on a small flat grassy field and secure it in order for a makeshift supply depot to be set up. The objective of the landing force was to secure the bridge crossing and the bay access channel. And hold it until the 35th Armoured Division could land and pass through on their way North.

The engines of the landing craft roared to life as they slowly made their way to shore…on board was the first of two waves of the invasion force: 280 infantry, 48 Leopard 2s and 33 Infantry Fighting Vehicles.

The grey landing craft, semi-hidden against the grey early morning sky, plowed through the calms waves as they made their way to beaches South of Poti.

The first vessels hit the sandy bottom, triggering their landing door to fall forward. The infantry covered armoured vehicles grumbled to life as they pulled out of the landing craft, wading through a meter or two of water before pulling up on the beach. Half of the Moose Seven invasion force was ashore and circling the bridge objective as CF-17s screamed and Little Birds buzzed overhead.

The rebel forces only offered sporadic resistance. Most of them had taken flight at the sight of the heavy armour, however the fanatics remained.

“RPG RPG” A tank commander shouted as one hit the Leopard 2 in front, making the tank shudder a little but causing no damage.

The infantry following the tank had the position of the grenade pinned down and began firing as another section, mounted in a CV-90 arrived on the seen. The CV-90 opened up with its 25mm cannon, decimating the rooftop the rebel gunman occupied. Two bodies and a RPG fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The infantry rushed forward.

“Building secure,” The squads shouted each time they cleared a building. Very little fight was left in the rebels now that fourty-eight tanks and twenty-nine CV-90s were ashore and in the fight.

Further up the coast, the other half of the first wave reached the south end of the city.

“Look at the knockers go,” A soldier shouted as they watched rebels and civilians alike take off. “They’re bugging out. Those Commie bastards”

The landing craft ground to the halt on the beach, releasing the ramp.

“LET’S GO!”

The infantry poured out into the water, rebels in the nearby houses took the odd shot in their direction but causing no damage.

Suddenly, three rockets from a single house flew across the beach and in the back of the landing craft, exploding in a massive way. Two massive holes appeared where the bottom of the engine used to be. Water kept pouring into the stricken vessel despite the best efforts of the crew on board.

Spotting the trail left by the rockets, two tanks fired into the house, sending the roof flying and the house to the ground. The infantry charged, followed by three IFVS. The 34th Division was now on the ground, to landing zones had been secured in Beaver Sector.

Beaver Eight was charged with getting the most equipment on shore and taking the furthest inland objectives, during the first stage of the invasion. The five transports were deployed directly north of the city. The infantry were flown in on helicopters as soon as the armour hit the beach. One hundred eighty tanks were rolling ashore at roughly the same time as 630 infantry were flown ashore.

Beaver Eight was two split into two groups. Two sections would head straight into Poti to link up with the two sections of Beaver Seven at Poti Port, while three sections would advance inland, securing the North Approach, the Bridge Crossing and eventually the airfield, seven kilometers away.

Beaver Eight’s landing zone was a relatively undeveloped, unpopulated piece of land directly North of Poti. The rebels that may have once occupied the ‘advantageous’ positions certainly didn’t occupy them anymore. Pilots from the CF-17s and Little Birds reported mass evacuations as the landing craft hit the beaches.

The tanks tracks clanked as they rolled across high grass and thick shrubs towards the port of Poti. The infantry followed the armour like a pack of wolves following the alpha male. When the armour stopped, so did the infantry, but there was no need to stop. Anytime a shot was fired, a tank or CV-90 would simply lay waste to the area and allow the infantry to ensure they perpetrators were dead. Twenty minutes after landing they reached the city without taking a casualty, however they were now in an urban environment where the tank no long reigned supreme.

“THE WINDOWS” Someone shouted as Molotov cocktails rained down on the advancing infantry. Shattering upon contact with the tanks, spewing liquid fire all over the place.

Gunshots rang out as snipers and rebels on the roof sprayed the streets with fire and tossed cocktail, after cocktail after cocktail down from the upper windows.

Sections of Beaver Seven were now entering the fray from the South and helicopters, loaded with infantry began landing on the roofs of various buildings.

Screams of pain, and calls for medics could barely be heard over the deafening sound of the battle. Tanks were grinding to a halt as they lose their infantry cover; infantry advances were slowing as Molotov cocktails shattered in front of them.

“Let’s move!” A section entered into the ground floor of a nearby building. “Put this on the wall” The corporal handed a soldier a small stick of explosives. “Now stand back” He pulled the trigger and the wall blew in, granting easy access to the next building. “Let’s move”

“Alright” some of the soldiers shouted as they poured through the hole.

Other units started following suit as word spread of the reinvented technique.

The armour kept pace as the infantry continued to blast through building on the way to the port, drastically cutting the casualty rate.

“There she is Captain” The lead tanker radioed to his superior. “I have the port in view. We have friends on the other side.”

“Roger Rock. Keep moving,”

“Yes sir” The tanker replied as he tapped his driver on the shoulder “Let’s roll.”

As quickly as the fighting started, it stopped. Rebels began to surrender as other tried to flee and were captured or shot while others still tried to hide.

On the Northern outskirts, the other sections quickly secured the northern approach and the North side of the bridge. The section assigned to reach the South end was stalled in the heavy city fighting and showed up two hours later. The third section, tasked with securing the airfield was also caught up in the fighting but was able to secure the airfield with minimal casualties.

By the end of phase one, forty soldiers were killed in Beaver Sector while 128 were wounded, and three tanks damaged.

In Prince William's office, General Sherman, General Trotsky, and the said Prince were going over the recent report from West Corinthia.

General Trotsky read the report. "Radio communications across the country confirm that a new player has entered the scene. The nation of Atopiana has come in from the Northeastern corner and has occupied a town.

"These Atopianans are attempting to destabilize the region and turn West Corinthia communist."

"Terrible idea." said Prince William. "Although I can sympathize with the general principal of equality for all with noone taking advantage of others, it simply cannot work in real life."

General Sherman nodded. "Very true. Communism will bring about radical change to every aspect of West Corinthian life, and those who do not conform to this new order will surely be killed. It's only a stones throw for Fascism!"

The Prince crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Well then. As of right now, there is a column of Atopianan soldiers occupying a town near the border. They've already begun implimenting communist changes to the area, killing factory and business owners as well as affluent members of society."

The Prince laughed. "Real lack of priority there. What they should be doing is trying to acquire more territory instead of wasting their time and resources spreading their dogma! But for now, it appears that they're holding the town. Now then. What do we do?"

"Our Active Denial Systems have functioned marvalously in the field of battle." said General Trotsky. "But now I believe it's time we tested the Capsule-B's in a combat situation." he finished with a wicked grin.

He turned to the General of the Air Force. "General Sherman! Do you currently have any B-52's at your disposal?"

"Many." Sherman replied. "They are operational and ready to go at any time." He turned to the Prince. "What say you, Your Majesty?"

The Prince thought about it for a moment.

"I want you to send 50 B-52s loaded with Capsule-B's, supported by 100 Su-37 Terminaters. I also want one of the EB-180 Stargazers flying high-well, higher-overhead to watch the situation on the ground."

General Sherman bowed. "It will be done, your majesty." he stood up and left the office.

The Prince turned to General Trotsky. "General, what is the progress of the 2nd Army Group? Have they assembled the forces they need for the defense of Kydonia?"

The General smiled. "They should be nearly finished, Your Majesty. I assure you, they they will take off within the day."

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An hour later, fifty B-52 Stratofortresses, loaded with the mysterious Capsule-B's, took off from the Air Force Base in Yalta. Supported by one hundred Su-37 Terminators, they headed on a Northeasterly course towards the village where the Atopianan forces were held up. The EB-180 Stargazer was already there, looking down upon the town from 100,00 above.

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2nd Army Group

At the Airport in Sokhumi, twenty-five C-17 Globemasters were doing their final preparations for the flight to Kydonia. 14,400 soldiers, an Entire Division of men, were to be flown to the city. They would also bring with them:

100 Active Denial Systems
200 M1A1 Abrams Tanks
150 9k58 Smerch Anti-Air Vehicles
200 Avenger Low Level Anti-Air Vehicles
300 M998 HMMWV Humvees
500 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks

At long last, the control tower gave them permission to take off. Soon, 25 Globemasters, supported by one hundred Su-47's, took off for the capital. Flying above them at 100,000 feet was an EB-180 Stargazer, whose job was to keep an eye on the transport jets and report to them any threats coming their way.

OOC: :eek: Wait, wait, what!? My 1,000 troops are about to be hit by Backfires, B-52s, and a sodding armoured division!? :confused: And we're anarchists not communists, why does everyone get this wrong... :rolleyes:

IC: The radar screen began to flash, rapidly, alarmingly. The operator sat in his chair, dumbfounded, eyes wide open, jaw slack, for some seconds before he leapt up, shouting.

"Attack alarm, attack alarm!"

Within minutes, the town became a seething hive of activity as the local militia and their families prepared to withdraw across the border alongside the armour and most of the infantry.

The 60 anti-aircraft guns stayed behind to cover the retreat, along with two hundred men and women from the 1st and 2nd Centuries.

Radar began tracking Backfires and B-52s, and as they did so, cannon, rockets, and heavy machine guns began scanning the horizon for the enemy. In the loopholed houses, infantry began readying anti-tank weapons, and covering fields of fire. Mines and booby-traps were laid.

The town wasn't falling without a fight...

Secret IC:

To: The Political Leadership of Atopiana
From: Sir Louis Riel
Re: West Corinthia

The Ministry of Defence of the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski has been informed that your forces in West Corinthia have come under attack and are besiged by the forces of the civil, but militaristic and militarily untested Wilhelmsborough and the brutal dictatorship of Skgorria.

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski has decided to get involved. However, prior to the Commonwealth intervening on the side of Atopiana, we need to know the strength of your force, and the areas you occupy.

The 34th Commonwealth Armoured Division has landed and the 35th Commonwealth Armoured Division will be landed by the time you recieve this message.

[signed]
Louis Riel
Minister of Defence
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

Secret IC:

To: Sir Louis Riel
From: Supreme Workers' and Peasants' Advisory Council
RE: West Corinthia

Elements of the Black Guard Column and the West Corinthian Liberation Army are dug in in Budennovsk, north-east West Corinthia, just ten miles south of the Atopian-W.Corinthian border.

Be advised that the West Corinthian Army and Skgorrian armed forces are hostile. Be futher advised that the Skgorrians will not hesitate to deploy chemical weapons.

We shall reinforce Budennovsk with three Legions soon, bringing total troop numbers to some 15,000.

In solidarity,

Comrade Elenova

Operation Loon, the landing at the hamlet of Kulevi got underway just as the other landings had.

The grey early morning light helped disguise the landing craft as the fog helped conceal their approach.

Kulevi was a small hamlet North of Poti. It stretched from a small storage facility in the West on the ocean to a small gathering of houses four kilometeres inland, along the river.

The Saint Fedskian invaders were being launched from twenty transports roughly five kilometers off shore.

Reports over the last few days suggest that the Kulevi is completely unoccupied as the citizens went about their daily routine, casually glancing out the the fleet just offshore.

Open country spread as far as the eye could see north of the hamlet while to the south, open country spread for small distance before running into the thick mixed forest that made up West Corinthia.

The bows of the numerous landing craft broke through the water as the vessels rolled with each miniscule wave. The engines throbbing with power as they rushed towards the shore.

The scratching and vibrating of the boat let the troops know that they had just hit the beach and that any moment now, the ramp would drop with a mighty splash.

The ramp dropped. The troops bounded off the ramp and into the water followed by the Leopard 2s and CV-90s that made up the third element of the 34th Commonwealth Armoured Division.

Not a single shot was fired, not a gunman was spotted as the Saint Fedskians marched ashore. The Little Birds patrolling overhead spotted no activity whatsoever along the coastline. Further inland, a police car drove along the street with its red and blue lights flashing away, warning the residents of the invasion.

Fifteen minutes after hitting the beach, it was safe to call the oebjective secure. Villagers had run out of their homes carrying baskets of fruit, waving green flags or green sheets or anything green as the soldiers and armour of Saint Fedski marched in.

Six hours after the landings, the Poti beachhead was secured upto four miles inland. It was now time for the 5th Commonwealth Division to come ashore.

By the time the Blackjacks were five minutes from extreme range of their missiles, Budennovsk was almost deserted.

Twelve miles north, in Atopia, the Tenth, Eleventh and Twentieth Legions rolled towards the border. Fully 15,000 men and women were prepared to meet the Skgorrians and the West Corinthians head on in support of the West Corinthian Liberation Army and their Fedskian allies...

Secret IC:

To: Comrade Elenova
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: West Corinthia

Comrade Elenova, I am General Larissa Lynds, Commander of the Commonwealth Forces in West Corinthia. Our forces are currently 350km South-West of your location, however, We can fly the 19th and 25th Divisions in from Kahanistan, where they are currently on excercise, in two days time.

I am asking for reinforcements from Security Council, but things are not looking to good at the moment.

I will assign fighters to help keep enemy aircraft from harassing you too much.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

To: Field Marshal Ilich Zapata
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Atopian Occupation

The Armed Forces of the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski must stress the importance of the peacekeeping forces that have deployed to return West Corinthia's prince to the throne.

We must put special emphasis on neutrality.

I have reports that the Skgorrian army and a fractional unit of disillusioned West Corinthian soldiers plan on attacking the small Atopian peacekeeping forces that have deployed in the North. I urge you to join with the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski and end the violence, before it starts. The Atopians are not in West Corinthia to secure land like the nation of Groznyj or Skgorria, they are there to do their duty and maintain peace.

I must remind you that an attack on Atopia, is an attack on all peacekeeping nations in the region and the attackers shall be punished, severly, if not by the Principality than by the Commonwealth and her allies.

Your's in peacekeeping,

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

Tag, will Join soon

The 25 C-17 Globemasters and their escort of 100 Su-47 Golden Eagles were coming up upon the West Corinthian capital. As they approached, the pilot from the lead Globemaster opened up communications with the Air Force Base at Kydonia.

"West Corinthian Air Force base, this is Wilhelmsborough's 2nd Army Group. We've come to help fortify the capital from attack. There are 14,400 soldiers ready to go. We also brought plenty of food and weapon supplies should any of your soldiers need them. Requesting permission to land."

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To: General Larissa Lynds
From: Field Marshal Ilich Zapata
Re Re: Atopian Occupation

I can understand your concern about maintaining peace and order throughout this endeuver.

However, the enterence of Atopiana in this conflict makes this all the more difficult. How can we maintain the peace when those communists (anarchists?) are killing business and factory owners left and right? How can we maintain peace when they are trying to spread beliefs that might lead to more fighting?

The restoration of West Corinthia is more important to us than you realize. West Corinthia is our neighbor and ally. For peace to exist in the Black Sea region, West Corinthia needs to be strong. If it is not, then the Principality of Wilhelmsborough will not be safe.

Ultimately however, the final decision must be made by West Corinthian leaders. After all, it's their country. They alone know what's truely best for their country.

Perhaps I will ask the new Prince and see what he thinks of the situation? Or maybe you believe the opinion of a 15-year-old is not valid? Then I will ask the opinion of Captain Garonov as well. He's a seasoned leader, with a lot more combat experience then the boy.

From your neutral position, you may see the Atopianans as peacekeepers. But for those who must carefully choose their friends, such as West Corinthia, they may represent a grave threat to the stability of the nation.

Let us call the Prince and hear what he thinks!

Signed,

Ilich Zapata
Field Marshal
2nd Army Group

The B-52s were halfway to their target when a message came in over the radio.

"Attention all Wilhelmsborough aircraft! This is W.R.A.F. headquarters! The mission has been suspended until further notice! Turn around immediately."

A collective groan went up across the aerial convoy.

The Brigadier General who was leading the attack got on the radio.

"What the hell is going on?" he shouted angerly. "Why did you scrub the mission?"

The man at W.R.A.F headquarters replied. "Because if we attack the Atopianan positions, Saint Fedski says that it will get involved and come to the assistance of a fellow "peacekeeping nation"." the man said those words with no attempt to mask the irony.

"So what are we supposed to do?" said a still pissed off Brigadier General. "Fly in circles around the Black Sea until you reach a decision?"

"The Field Marshal of the 2nd Army Group is going to contact the new Prince right now, and get his opinion on the situation."

The fifty B-52s and one hundred Su-37s turned around and started flying down towards the Black Sea.

"Killing factory and business owners?" the Prince was flushed red by this new information on Atopiana. "I've already decided. Whether Saint Fedski likes it or not, Atopiana must be forced out by any means necessary. If that means stripping all insignia off our soldiers before attacking, so be it. Captain Garonov agrees, though he's less willing to tempt the wrath of Saint Fedski."

The Prince had already given clearance to Wilhelmsborough to land in Kydonia, however it had already been secured with the arrival of the army from the colonies. Kydonia was less of a city and more of one huge military base at this point. The airport now held fighters, all apartments held soldiers or equipment. A million West Corinthian soldiers, increasing by the day, now occupied Kydonia. This would be the staging point for the retaking of the country.

Field Marshal Chenko pulled Captain Garonov aside while the Prince spoke with Wilhelmsborough. "You've given him a lot to do. It's only his third day on the job. Are you sure he can handle making these decisions?"

"Only way he'll learn to cope with pressure. His father always said-"

"His father was an ex-KGB agent when he took over the country. He was trained, seasoned, experienced." Chenko argued.

"He is Czar Kotov's son. Neither you nor I can legally lead the country. It's up to him, or this country will fall. Now is the best time for him to learn. He's young, foolish, and perhaps a little reckless, but he will lead us to victory!"

"He's not even crowned yet. We must hold the coronation ceremony."

"No. Once this is over. He deserves a proper ceremony, free from stress, and with lots of pretty princesses." Captain Garonov ended the conversation, returning to his duties with the Prince.


Location: Silo 23

The reinforced platoon of Myrmidons reached the silo entrance. Their entry was textbook. First, the power to the silo was cut from the outside, forcing it onto reserve generators for light. Next, a C4 charge blew the door open.

The first squad of Myrmidons rushed in, taking out minimal resistance with silenced weapons. With the above-ground level secure, they could proceed into the underground sections.

Captain Belov took the grate out of an air duct while another team continued down the stairs. "The rebels obviously didn't study the layout of this silo when they took it. They placed their defenders foolishly."

Captain Belov's squad went into the ducts and came out in another side of the base.

TO BE CONTINUED...

The team of Blackwolfs and Praetors stormed all the way into the silo. There was almost no opposition at all.
50 yards away, they stopped. One could see that the doors had been blasted open.
"Damn, they're inside"
"We'll just have to force them out. RPGs?"
Eight Blackwolfs carrying RPGS hurried up into a line.
"Fire!"
Eight RPGs hit the wall, followed three seconds later with another volley.
Vlasov turned at the other men:
"Go go go !"

To: Field Marshal Ilich Zapata
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Atopian Occupation

The Commonwealth realizes that this nation does belong to West Corinthia, however we must object to the notion that it depends what they want. We are here to ensure a peaceful return to normality, but not by supporting the agressors.

If West Corinthia wants Atopiana removed, they are more than able to do it themselves.

Furthermore, if once peace has been returned to West Corinthia and the Atopians refuse to leave, our forces, alone, are more then able to deal with them and force them out of the nation. Whatever dogma they have been spewing is purely that, the West Corinthians have lived there for years, they know what Atopiana stands for. If they approved, then they would join, but they do not approve of extensive civil right, extensive politcal freedoms and moderate standard of living.

No matter how large of a force we command, we can never return an entire nation to peace as a whole. Each province, state, territory, city must be dealt with individually. Eventually we will get to Budennovsk and if need be, force the Atopians out.

As we speak, the Commonwealth is adding a further three divisions and another fleet to its force in the Black Sea and in Poti.


Your's in peacekeeping,

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

The Armed forces were making their way towards the Atopianian held area of West Corinthia. As they were moving Lieutenant Griit received a message from one of the communications officers.

"Sir we have received a message from Saint Fedski. They say anyone who engages with Atopianian forces will become an enemy of Saint Fedski."

Lieutenant Grifit heard this and ordered the forces to halt.

"Send a message to West Corinthia"

To: Field Marshal Chenko
From: Lieutenat Grifit

As the most senior officer in West Corinthia we ask for your advice. We are approaching the Atopianian held area. However with the recent light that Saint Fedski will interfere we are torn. Should we continue to the original target and risk an unnecessary war with Saint Fedski who also wants to help your nation or shall we stop and strike other threats.

As the 5th Commonwealth Armoured Division finished moving ashore as the 4th Commonwealth Fleet, carrying the 18th Commonwealth Infantry Division arrived of the coast of Poti.

"General, the 4th Fleet is ready."

"Thank you Captain. Have the 18th land immediately."

"This message has also come for you." The captain handed General Lynds a decoded telegram.

Forces in Ansuria being redeployed to West Corinthia. 17th/18th Divisions, 81st/82nd Airborne, 91st/99th Reserves, 1st Fleet, I Group/III Group. Best of luck.

Air Force Units
I Group
450 CF-17 light fighters
20 Lu-45 Hawk heavy fighters
8 C-141 Starlifters (transport planes)
30 C-131J Hercules (transport planes)
200 CH-47 Chinooks
200 AH-1 Apaches
1500 trucks

III Group
500 CF-17s
8 C-5 Galaxies (transport planes)
15 C-131J Hercules
200 CH-47 Chinooks
1000 trucks

*ENCRYPTED MESSAGE*

To: Gen. Nora Kasagawa, Minister of Defence, Kahanistan
From: Sir Louis Riel
Re: Logistical Support

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski has gotten itself into a temporary logistical bind. An amphibious and airborne landing in West Corinthia has tied up our naval vessels while major troop movements at home and the withdrawl of troops from Ansuria have tied up the other major airlift elements of Saint Fedski.

The sudden need for immediate reinforcement came during this rare occasion. We have a small airleft squadron available in Kahanistan that can transport a fifth of the deployment to West Corinthia in each flight, but doing so would take two days.

We request the services of the Kahanistani military in aiding our hasty redeployment to West Corinthia. We have moved the two divisions to the coast in order to better facilitate the movement into the Black Sea region.

Our goal is to move both entire divisions within the shortest period of time. If each flight can carry one fifth of the deployment, it will take one trip for each aircraft.

I have been authorized to pay the cost of fuel and hospitality should the Kahanistanian pilots need an indefinite rest.

Fighter protection can, and will be provided shortly after the airlift leaves Kahanistan Air Space.

The Commonwealth eagerly awaits the reply of its ally.

Your's truly,

[signed]
Louis Riel
Minister of Defence
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

Automated alarms went off inside the silo. Red lights began flashing, and the silo put itself into lockdown mode. Near the silo entrance, sprinklers went off to put out the flames caused by the RPG explosions. "Damn." Captain Belov said. "Someone's following us. They must have breached a wall, because the alarms are going off."

Captain Belov took a radio from one of his men and attempted to contact Skgorria, if they were still up there. "Skgorrian forces, this is Captain Belov of West Corinthia. Is that you attacking the silo on the upper level?"

~Transmission to Lieutenant Grifit~

Personally, I would try to avoid a war with other peacekeepers. This isn't your home, you don't have to go to war because of something you did here. On the other hand, Prince Aleksei has very strong feelings regarding the matter. He's currently mobilizing 4 divisions to take care of the Atopianan threat, whatever objections Saint Fedski may have. He may be young, but he loves his country. He's a lot like his father, and so I will trust him. The final decision is yours to make, but you know what course of action we are about to take.

-Field Marshal Chenko

With News of the death of The West Corinthian Ruler and Civil War in that Nation. Neherenia decided that West Corinthia was ripe for The takeing as a Protectorite of The Empire. but which General to send? Nadia and Asuka were in China, Ming Asakura was busy in Brazil and the other Generals were not well known for War. Grand Admiral Ryu was at Tangalee right now, returning from Undershi and would escourt the Invasion Fleet. Soon someone knocked on the Doors of Neherenia's Room.

"I belivie I know what you are asking." The Empress Said, Behind her was a Young Woman of 20, Pupple Hair with Pupple eyes, wearing a Red Trenchcoat. She was Princess Galaxia, Neherenia's own Child. "Why yes Mom," Galaxia said "Since most of The Generals are Busy, I will Lead The Invasion." "Yes, but not alone." Neherenia said and soon out of the Shadows came a Person in what looked to be Samurai Armor Made of Human Bones with a Mask that looked like the Face of Death. "Prince Skulltor will help you." Neherenia said.

The Invasion Fleet.

2 Shogun Class Grand Battleships (The Sango and Black Pearl.)
6 Black Lady Class Air Craft Carriers (with 78 RAGI-17 Intercepters and 56 JAI-8's on each ship.)
45 Republic Class Destroyers.
34 Empress of China Class Missile Destroyers
42 Hong Kong Class Firgates
34 Porugese-Man o' war Class Battleships
23 Duck Hunter Class Anti-Air Curisers.
34 Dead Moon Class Battlecurisers.
20 Tangalee Class Attack Submarines.
2 Angel Class hosptial Ships.
4 Oni Class Helicopter Carriers (with 65 Seahawk Naval Attack helicopters on Each Ship.)
2 Golden Queen Galaxia Class Carriers (with 78 HANOI-57 Carrier based Bombers and 45 JAI-20 Sea Snake Fighter/Torpedo Bombers on each one)
20 Pacifica Class Destroyers
30 Tangalee Class Attack Subs
45 Invader Class Fleet tenders (sub and Surface.)
450 Troop Ships

Ground Force: 12th Hatarian Imperial Army (Vandal Regiment)

867,980 Hatarian Imperial Stormtroopers (OOC: not the ones from Star Wars!)
2,192 CT-24 Main Battle Tanks
564 GB-478 Armored Troop Transports
234 Ferret Light Scout Cars
231 M901 Improved TOW Anti-tank Vehicles
456 M109 155mm Self-Propelled Medium Howitzers
123 BM-21 122mm Multiple Rocket Launchers

*ENCRYPTED MESSAGE*

To: Gen. Nora Kasagawa, Minister of Defence, Kahanistan
From: Sir Louis Riel
Re: Logistical Support

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski has gotten itself into a temporary logistical bind. An amphibious and airborne landing in West Corinthia has tied up our naval vessels while major troop movements at home and the withdrawl of troops from Ansuria have tied up the other major airlift elements of Saint Fedski.

The sudden need for immediate reinforcement came during this rare occasion. We have a small airleft squadron available in Kahanistan that can transport a fifth of the deployment to West Corinthia in each flight, but doing so would take two days.

We request the services of the Kahanistani military in aiding our hasty redeployment to West Corinthia. We have moved the two divisions to the coast in order to better facilitate the movement into the Black Sea region.

Our goal is to move both entire divisions within the shortest period of time. If each flight can carry one fifth of the deployment, it will take one trip for each aircraft.

I have been authorized to pay the cost of fuel and hospitality should the Kahanistanian pilots need an indefinite rest.

Fighter protection can, and will be provided shortly after the airlift leaves Kahanistan Air Space.

The Commonwealth eagerly awaits the reply of its ally.

Your's truly,

[signed]
Louis Riel
Minister of Defence
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski


DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense
Encryption Code Sigma-7-Upsilon-2-Theta

While we are currently engaged in the Kravanian conflict, we have 200 C-5 Galaxy and 200 C-130 Hercules transports we can spare to assist in this movement. We can provide cover in the form of up to 100 MiG-39's, but any additional cover would be useful.

The carrier RKS Soyuz will be carrying all 200 C-130's, but the C-5's will have to come from further inland, at our air force bases in the southeast.

Signed,
General Nora Kasagawa,
Minister of Defense

3rd Army Group

After lying low in Novorossiysk since they landed, Field Marshal Phillip Heinlein's forces were given permission to move inland. Their mission: secure the city of Krasnodar.

Leaving behind a Regiment (2,400 men) and several vehicles, the remainder of the 3rd Army Group moved eastward towards their intended destination.

As they moved across the countryside, the soldiers noticed that things were much quieter than before. There were no rebels coming to attack. And when they rolled into the city of Krymsk, they found that order had already been restored by the West Corinthian police forces.

Leaving behind a company (120 men) of soldiers, they continued on the road to Krasnodar. Along the way, they saw West Corinthian soldiers moving to secure small towns and villages. At one point the Trojan IIs saw a squadron of Saab Gripens coming towards them, but worried were alleviated when they
made contact and identified themselves as Loyalists. They passed by without incident.

Finally, they came up to the city. The populice was very happy to see the Army Group that had come to secure their city.

But then, all of a sudden, a bomb exploded in the crowded streets killing several civilians, 17 soldiers, and destroying 3 Abrams Tanks.

In the chaos, a group of rebels appeared in and on top of buildings and began raining gunfire down upon the Army Group. The Airships quickly made work of the ones on rooftop, while the snipers took out the rebels in the windows.

But then, a car came barreling around a corner and charged the Army Group at full speed. An Abrams Tank took aim and fired. The car went up in a terrible, tremendous explosion that shattered windows and demolished cars, including an Active Denial System that was leading the convoy.

Then, a second car tore around a corner and attacked them from the side. At this angle, an Abrams Tank couldn't respond in time, and the car slammed into the side of the convoy.

The explosion was horrible. 13 M998 HMMWV Humvees, 11 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks, and 5 M1A1 Abrams Tanks were destroyed. 300 soldiers were killed, and an additional 711 were wounded.

After that, the attacks came to a halt. The 3rd Army Group was able to take control of the city, including the Krasnodar International airport. C-17s soon arrived, delivering supplies, and fresh arms and equipment.

Bump, I edited my Post to add My Army

OOC: There's an OOC Thread. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=492310&page=6) Also, you're going to have to get by the West Corinthian and Wilhelmsborough navies if you want to get into my waters.

*ENCRYPTED MESSAGE*

To: Gen. Nora Kasagawa, Minister of Defence, Kahanistan
From: Sir Louis Riel
Re: Logistical Support

The Commonwealth greatly appreciates your generousity and your help in our time of need. This act of kindness shall not go unnoticed and shall be returned in the future.

Your's truly,

[signed]
Louis Riel
Minister of Defence
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

The First Fleet which had been redirected from Ansuria was now approaching the Dardanelles, roughly ten kilometers out. The entire 17th Commonwealth Division was packed into the middle of it.

Two E-2 Hawkeyes were circling around the fleet while four squadrons of CF-17s remained in flight at all times.

Thirty Johnston Class AA destroyers were leading the pack while fifteen Flanker Class destroyers protected the flanks. The thirty thunder class cruisers were scattered around the fleet, between supply ships and the eight Quickbreaker Class aircraft carriers.

"Admiral Bradley?" The captain asked.

"Yes? I'm up."

"All right, well it seems that there is a blockade set up in the Dardenelles and the Bospherous. What do you advise?"

"How big is the blockade?"

"A fair size sir."

"Run it. We have three more fleets in the Black Sea and another on standby at home. If they want to try anything, let them. They will surely face the wrath of the Commonwealth if they do."

"Yes sir."

Air patrols were stepped up as the First Commonwealth Fleet pressed on. They would pass through the straits in eight teams.

"This is Vice Admiral Mike Bradley of the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski. We are entering the Dardanelles. I do not expect confrontation but I will not back down from one. I repeat, a fleet belonging to the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski is approaching the Dardanelles. Let us pass."

Bradley transmitted that message on the universal, interfleet frequency. He hoped Wilhelmsborough and West Corinthia would allow him through without too much of a problem.

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Back in Saint Fedski...

Air Chief Marshall Jaime Brideau had ordered a number of units to deploy immediately for West Corinthia.

I Group and III Group had been redeployed directly from Anuria and were just passing over the First Fleet.

II Group and IV Group were still hours away, being refulled inflight by KC-10s of Transport Command. In addition to the extra two fighter groups, the 81st and 82nd Commonwealth Airborne Divisions were en route via 40 C-17 Globemasters and 10 C-141 Starlifters. They were being escorted by II Group and IV Group.

General Superior Kevin Pentz had ordered the 1st and 2nd Commonwealth Divisions to board whatever aircraft they could and begin deploying in West Corinthia. The airlift would take three full days to complete.

OOC: We're only in the Bosporus, not the Dardanelles.

IC:


"This is Vice Admiral Mike Bradley of the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski. We are entering the Dardanelles. I do not expect confrontation but I will not back down from one. I repeat, a fleet belonging to the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski is approaching the Dardanelles. Let us pass."


Location: Bosporus Strait

Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey heard to message coming in on the radio transmitter. He walked over to the COM station and took the reciever without saying a word to the surprised Lieutenant.

"Vice Admiral Bradley. This is Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey of Wilhelmsborough's 1st Fleet. We here in the Bosporus have picked up you message and we are prepared to let you pass. We only ask that you surface any and all submersible craft that you may be carrying."

As he spoke to the Saint Fedsky Vice Admiral, transmissions were sent to the ships of the fleet. Diving teams returned their ships and submarines surfaced. The whole fleet began to fall back, save for two submarines and a small group of divers were left in the water. Of course, this was standard procedure.

The First Fleet had already entered the Dardanelles and was now approaching the Bosporus.

"Admiral Bradley to Commodore Winslow" Admiral Bradley called into his radio.

"Winslow sir" The Commodore replied.

"Have all the dolphins surface while we pass through the strait."

"What about the Nessies?"

"Keep them down. Have them swim right under the flat tops and the hulks."

"Roger Sir. That all?"

"Yes thank you."

"Yes sir"

"Winslow to the Dolphins, Winslow to the Dolphins. Surface. Surface. Dolphins to the surface."

On board each of the Dolphin class submarines the crews prepared to surface.

While the dolphins surfaced, the Loch Ness Class submarines rose until they were dangerously close to the carriers, freighters and transports. It was hoped that the massive offensive weapons platforms that were the Nessies, would be able to hide as they passed through.

"Admiral Halsey. The First Commonwealth Fleet will be passing into the Black Sea in two hours time. I repeat, two hours." The Admiral radioed back to Fleet Admiral Halsey.

The Fleet was soon sailing out of Tangalee and was soon heading for Algeris, Hatarian Algeria for a Stop for some new Weapons were readly for the field.

This war would be soon won by Hataria.

Down below, in the lowest reaches of his palace, Prince William had called together all the senior officers of his military: Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine. General of the Air Force Salazar T. Sherman. And General of the Army Nicoli Trotsky. They were all here, down in the Bomb Shelter, away from the comforts of Prince William's office.

Prince William began. "I've called you all here this evening to discuss a matter of terrible importance. About forty-five minutes ago, Principality Intelligence received an anonymous tip-off from a foreign intelligence agent."

The military men looked at each other, then the Prince in surprise.

"This mystery agent. What did he say?" asked General Sherman.

The Prince took a breath. "She, General, said that a large naval force from the Asian-based country of Hataria has left it's port. This fleet, which wields a great number of battleships and aircraft carriers, is headed in our direction. Apparently when their Empress learned of the Czar's death and the following chaos, she authorized a military expedition that would add West Corinthia to their Empire."

The Prince looked at his three officers. "Gentlemen. Hataria is coming to take over West Corinthia."

For a moment nobody spoke. And then, the three men burst out with laughter. They laughed and laughed and laughed. Prince William frowned and crossed his arms in annoyance.

"Hataria?" General of the Army Nicoli Trotsky wiped a tear from his eye. "Hataria's coming? That joke of a nation is sending forces to take over West Corinthia?

General Sherman grinned. "Of all the incompetent leadership I've ever seen in this world, Hataria's has got to be the worst! How many times have they embarrassed themselves on the world stage?"

"Too many times to count!"

"All right people!" interrupted Prince William. "Yes, we all know about Hataria's blunders over the years. However! That does not excuse them as a threat! They have more people, more lands, and quite possibly more military forces than we do! Such a force is a grave threat to peace in the Black Sea Region!"

They all went quiet.

"How true." said General Trotsky. "A stupid force is a dangerous force indeed."

Sherman nodded. "They must have been able to do something right if they were able to acquire so much land."

"Yes, this could be bad. If we're not careful, and if we don't take this seriously, they could walk all over this region, taking both West Corinthia and the Principality!" The Prince slammed his fist on the table. "Dammit, we have to do something!"

"We still have the Thermopylae defense!" interjected Admiral Augustine.

The Prince and the Generals looked at Augustine strangely.

"What's the "Thermopylae defense?" asked Prince William. “Hell, what’s Thermopylae?"

"The Battle of Thermopylae." began the Admiral. "In the year 480 B.C., the Persian Empire, under the leadership of Xerxes I, invaded Greece with an army of nearly 500,000 men. The Greek city-states united to fight back and preserve their independence. Their combined forces however, only amounted to 7,000 men."

"Wait, I think I've heard this story." said the Prince. "The Persians tried to go through a narrow mountain pass, I believe."

The Admiral nodded. "Yes, that's correct. That narrow pass was Thermopylae, and it was so narrow, that two chariots could barely ride abreast of each other. And it was through this narrow pass that the Persians came through to invade the city-states.

"The Greek soldiers however, were positioned right at the end of the pass. And remember, the pass was extremely narrow, so only a tiny number of Persian troops could come through the Thermopylae pass at once! As the Persians came through the pass, they were slaughtered by the small number of Greek defenders."

"Amazing." whispered Prince William.

The old Admiral smiled. "Indeed, Your Majesty. And when it was over, a total of 20,000 Persians had been slain, and their attempt to conquer Greece had been thwarted. The Greeks only lost a total of 1,500 men."

General Trotsky spoke up. "That battle is taught in military schools around the world. It shows how a small group of soldiers can do a great deal of damage to much larger armies. Of course, the Greek victory was in no small part due to the geography of the area."

“Now you mentioned a Thermopylae Defense. What is that?” asked the Prince.

“Your Majesty, West Corinthia is a Black Sea nation, just like Wilhelmsborough. The only way to reach the sea is to travel up the Dardanelles, go across the Sea of Marmara, and pass through the Bosporus Strait, where our 1st Fleet is located.

"However, the Straits are very narrow, much like the Thermopylae Pass. And just like the said pass, naval fleets have to travel along almost single file in order to get through. That lowers their defenses and makes them vulnerable to attack. "

The Prince's eyes were wide open as realization dawned upon him. "The Dardanelles and the Bosporus Straits. Those are our Thermopylae Passes. We just have to wait until they get up the Bosporus and then we have the 1st Fleet-"

"No." interrupted General Sherman.

The Prince turned to the General of the Air Force in surprise. "And why not, General?"

"We don't have to wait for the Hatarians to engage our 1st Fleet." said General Sherman. "Warfare has changed over two millennia. We don't have to wait for them to come through the Sea of Marmara to engage them in the Bosporus. Why, we can take them out with bombs just as they're passing through the Dardanelles."

The Prince mentally kicked himself. Of course, the General was right. This whole time that they were talking about engaging the Hatarians, they were discussing it as if there wasn't any aircraft in existence.

"You're quite right Sherman. We don't have to wait until the Hatarian fleet arrives just so we can simply blow them up one by one. We have aircraft that can take care of the job faster."

The Prince thought for a moment. "In that case General, I want you to send one hundred EB-180 Stargazers-"

Sherman's mouth fell down in shock. "One hundred sir?"

"Yes!" said the Prince annoyed that he had been interrupted. "We do have that many, don't we?"

"Well yes! We have nearly 300! But why do you need so many? They are very expensive."

"The reason why we need so many is for this reason: When those ships pass through the Dardanelles, I want the Stargazers flying high at 125,000 feet, directly parallel to the positions of the Hatarian Fleet, adjusting their targeting computers for when they drop laser-guided MOABs on the ships."

"Laser-guided MOABs?"

"That's right! Fill the launchers with 'em! Those two launchers, what can they hold, 18 weapons each? That's 36 MOABs per Stargazer!"

"And with 100 Stargazers, that's 3,600 MOAB's.." Sherman trailed off.

"General! Can you prepare such a force?"

Sherman snapped out of his reverie. “Yes sir. Such a force can be prepared."

"Then get it ready! In fact, put 100 more Stargazers on standby, and load them with MOABs as well! That way if the first 100 can't finish the job, there will still be more of them ready to do so!"

The General stood up and saluted. "Yes Sir!"

The Prince looked at his officers. "Gentlemen, West Corinthia must be protected from enemies! We cannot allow such an unpredictable country as Hataria take up residence in this area! The Prince must be allowed to take control! The Hatarians must be driven back!"

"Here, here!" applauded General Trotsky.
"Yes indeed, Your Majesty." agreed General Sherman.
"I couldn't have put it better." finished Admiral Augustine

Prince William wasn't finished however. "But I'm not going to take any chances on simply ending their advance in the Dardanelles." he turned to Admiral Augustine. "Vittorio, we need to bolster the defenses of the 1st Fleet. I want you to prepare your ship, the Schadenfreude for immediate departure."

The Admiral's jaw dropped. "You mean?"

"Yes. We're sending Armada One."

Grifit read the message from Field Marshal Chenko. So thwe West Corintihans were also going in. He radioed the rest of the troops.

"We are continuing towards the Atopianian site. If Saint Fedski defends the Atopianians then they will become our enemies. They are supporting a nation who want to annex West Corinthia."

With that the the troops all got into the transprot trucks towards the frontline. The tanks followed from behind and air support was just one radio message away. A large battle was about to ensue.

Wıth the south of WestCorınthıa safely under the guard of the GRA and the country returnıng to self-autonomy Major-General Predskoy felt no need to contınue hıs advance ınto WestCorınthıan terrıtory.

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Encrypted messege
to: Prınce Alekseı
from: MajorGeneral Predskoy, commander of the Groznıan 18th Mt.Dıv.

Honorable prınce, I have determıned that there ıs no need for me to advance any further ınto your natıon. Instead I wıll wıthdraw my force back to our border ıncase thıs conflıct escalates agaın. If your country ıs ever ın need of assıstance we are only a short dıstance away from helpıng.

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Skıes over Annatolıa....

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The radar operator had scene next to nothıng on hıs radar screen for weeks. After the pennınsula had been aproved for beıng used as Groznıan terrıtory, long range sensor planes had been sent out to make sure the coast was clear as utılıtıes slowly were establıshed. Just then a sıngle blıp appeared on the radar. The operator sat uprıght and looked agaın. Now fıve...15... the south end of the radar was showıng hundreds of blıps. The radar operator studdered as he shouted to the rest of the crew "We got massıve ıncommıngs from the south! take a look!" Seconds later the unıdentıfıed juggernaught was reported to Dudayev AFB and a squadron of F-22s cırclıng nearby were ımmedıately scrambled to ıntercept the unkown planes. They were gıven orders to make radıo contact after ıdentıfyıng the threat and shadowıng ıt for a whıle.

7 black raptors wıth a snarlıng wolf emblazoned on the rıght wıng crept up well underneath and behınd a long lıne of transport aırcraft. The GRAF's most famed pılots had been shadowıng the flıght for 11 mınutes when theır commander gave the order to move ın and haıl the transports. 7 fıghters ın arrow formatıon put on theır afterburners and flew towards the aırwıng.

A cool and seasoned voıce came on the squadron's ıntercomm. "Looks lıke they have a fıghter escort. They could be movıng a whole army wıth that." It was theır leader, callsıgn Wolf-One. He ıntercepted the flıght's radıo frequency and broadcast a messege, much to the surprıse of the transport pılots and theır escorts especıally.

"Thıs ıs the Groznıan Republıc Aır Force, we have been shadowıng your flıght for the past 15 mınutes and you are ın vıolatıon of Groznıan aırspace. State your ıntentıons ımmedıtely."

There was sılence for a few moments. Wolf-One radıoed the area's AWACS for support.

"Skyeye thıs ıs Wolf-One, requestıng heavy fıghter support ın case of an engagement. We have an affırmıtıve on over 200 Kahanıstanıan transports."

"Roger that Wolf-One relayıng to control now. Good luck."

The 7 F-22s flew wıthın vısual dıstance of the transports and theır escorts and waıted for a response.

From W.R.A.F Headquarters in Yalta, a signal was sent to the EB-180 Stargazer flying over the Atopianan-controlled city of Budennovsk. This signal, sent with a set of instructions, was transmitted down to the city below, for the Atopianans to hear.

Begin Recorded Message:

We have been monitoring your presence in this area for quite some time now. And we are greatly disturbed by what we see.

The purpose of the nations that are in West Corinthia is to keep the peace and maintain order. But what you seem to be doing is subversive to that effort. We know that you are killing business and factory owners left and right. We know that you are killing affluent members of West Corinthian society.

With all the atrocities you have committed in that area, it's a miracle that noone has attempted to attack you. But I wouldn't count on miracles for very long. And so, in conclusion, I send you the following message: Get out.

Your presence in this region is neither wanted, nor appreciated by the peacekeepers or the Government of West Corinthia. Pack up your soldiers and equipment and leave this place at once. How long do you honestly believe you can continue to do the things that you're doing without inviting retaliation? Believe me when I say that West Corinthia is quick to anger. It does not appreciate when foreigners come in and start killing innocent people.

You can end this now, and move back within your own borders. Or you can stay and see what happens when you cross the West Corinthians.

End of Message

~Transmission to Major General Predskoy~

Your assistance in thse past weeks have been invaluable to us, and we are indebted to you. Once this is over, I shall personally invite you and members of your government to my coronation. However, I have sworn not to take the crown until West Corinthia is back under control. I have heard disturbing reports from Wilhelmsborough suggesting that the war may escalate. I will do everything in my power to end it quickly, but I may have to call on you again in the near future.

-Prince Aleksei

Having finished thanking Groznyj, the Prince returned to other matters. Mainly, how to get the Atopianans out of West Corinthia.

Four divisions, numbering 60,000 hoplites in total had been sent to deal with the Atopianan threat. They had already left Kydonia, and were nearing Buddenovsk. Captain Stukov was leading the mission, which was codenamed Operation Retaliation. Stukov exemplified West Corinthia's bellicose side. He was quick to anger, relentless, and willing to die for his Czar and his country.

Reinforcements had been sent to a nearby city, should Stukov need them.

As Budennovsk appeared on the horizon, Stukov pitched a tent to be his Command Center. Almost immediately radar picked up W.R.A.F. planes flying over the city.

"Are they attacking?" Stukov questioned, lighting a cigar in his mouth.

"No, they seem to be sending some kind of transmission. I can put it on the speaker if you'd like."

"Nevermind, that. I know what they're saying." Stukov left the tent and ordered his corporal to prepare Paladins for an artillery strike into the city. Civilian casualties or not, Atopiana would be routed.

"Wait for Wilhelmsborough to stop transmitting, if they don't obey it, unleash hell on that city." he returned to his tent as the Paladins set their long artillery barrels on the city in the distance.

While the Guards headed straight for the Silo, the three gunships took the time to fly up.
"Do you have the Silo on sights?"
"Yes sir."
"Let 'er rip!"
3 Hellfire-II rockets streaked out of the firing pads and streaked down to the Silo.

Amor, the Imperial Capital
Tenarius was at yet another meeting discussing the West Corinthian situation.
While the news of West Corinthia looked like it had improved with the Atopiana, Tenarius was confused as over what to do. The Atopianan military was to put it mildly, decrepit and not suited to fighting the coalition that was ready to destroy it.
Well, what to do?
Groznyj had officially hurled its army in this thing, and Tenarius hated that country that stood against everything he had worked for and would love to destroy it. And he didn't like Londim much either.
Still, Tenarius wasn't sure. A war against Groznyj would have to be a holy war, a fight to the finish, until one or the other was destroyed. Anything less would make the populace discontented at minimum.
Nevertheless, Tenarius felt it was time. Time to test the Imperial Army, especially against Groznyj. Time to see how the Empire could thrive. And time to see how well Nuclear Research, could,.......
well he knew.
Just then , an aide came in.
"There is a delegation of businessman. They want to know if you're going to move the alertlevel down because of the cooling down of the Kraven situation."
"Tell them know. Also, I want Furher Order #4 carried out.
The aide stopped and his eyes widened.
"Did you say Number 4?"
"Yes. And do it now."
The aide left, his arms shaking. Furher Order #4 was the decree that Tenarius had for mobilization. This meant.....

The entire silo began to shake as missiles struck the surface level. "Geez, whoever's up there sure isn't Skgorria. I'm not getting a response from them." Captain Belov and his men instinctively took cover up against a steel-plated wall of the silo. They were lucky to be deep enough underground to not be effected by the explosions. Still, there was a strong possibility that the main entrance would be destroyed by the missiles, and that they would need to find another way out. However, if the main entrance was destroyed the enemies would need a new way in...Since silo maps were highly classified, they might have enough time to finish their mission before having to deal with their mysterious enemy again.

The fireteam was now in sight of the missile and the hostages. Two of the scientists were dead, but the soldiers appeared to be alive. Wasting no time, Captain Belov hurled a smoke grenade into the launch prep room. His team rushed in, killing all the rebels present, and capturing the rebel leader.

Captain Belov took out a pistol as two of his Myrmidons held the rebel leader on his knees. "Do you serve the Czar?" he asked, with no emotion in his voice.

"I spit on his grave." was the answer.

A bullet struck the rebel leader between the eyes. Captain Belov holstered his pistol and helped free the captured Hoplites. "Vladimir, you and Yuri go disarm the warhead. If anyone's following us, we'll hold them off until you finish."

Captain Belov deployed his men in defensive postions within the missile bay of the silo while Vladimir and Yuri worked to disarm the warhead. The door leading to the surface of the missile bay was sealed from the inside. Captain Belov dared not open it for fear the enemy would get an advantage over them.

The Londim forces had reached the outskirts of the Atopian held land. It seemed quiet like the calm before a storm and tonight one hell of a storm was going to rain down on the Atopian forces in the area. Just then a loud voice boomed from above.


Begin Recorded Message:

We have been monitoring your presence in this area for quite some time now. And we are greatly disturbed by what we see.

The purpose of the nations that are in West Corinthia is to keep the peace and maintain order. But what you seem to be doing is subversive to that effort. We know that you are killing business and factory owners left and right. We know that you are killing affluent members of West Corinthian society.

With all the atrocities you have committed in that area, it's a miracle that noone has attempted to attack you. But I wouldn't count on miracles for very long. And so, in conclusion, I send you the following message: Get out.

Your presence in this region is neither wanted, nor appreciated by the peacekeepers or the Government of West Corinthia. Pack up your soldiers and equipment and leave this place at once. How long do you honestly believe you can continue to do the things that you're doing without inviting retaliation? Believe me when I say that West Corinthia is quick to anger. It does not appreciate when foreigners come in and start killing innocent people.

You can end this now, and move back within your own borders. Or you can stay and see what happens when you cross the West Corinthians.

End of Message



Lieutenant Grifit smiled. He wanted to see how the Atopians would react to this. If they left then he would send in some peacekeepers to help the victims and provide them with help. If the Atopians didn't leave then they never would. He would make sure of it.

"Just give me a reason", he thought, " just give me a reason."

Algeris, Hatarian Algeria.

The Fleet was now docking at Algeris to meet up with 12 Titan Class Transports, built for Hataria's New Armored War Mechine, The Juggernaut. 49.4 meters Long and 30.4 meters High with a Maximum speed of 160 km/h, this Mix of Halftrack and tank was Armed with Mechine Guns, Missile Launchers and a tank Cannon, this Monster was going to be used for The Battles ahead.

The Hatarians were ready for War.

Prince William and his three senior officers climbed the spiral staircase from the bomb shelter to the Palace above.

"I will head to the port immediately and prepare Armada One for immediate departure, Your Majesty." said Admiral Augustine.

"And I'll contact W.R.A.F. headquarters and tell them to prepare the EB-180's for the attack." added General Sherman.

The Prince nodded. "That's all very good gentlemen. I thank you."

General Trotsky, who had been silent for a while, spoke up. "Is there anything that you want me to do, Your Majesty?"

The Prince turned to the General of the Army with an expression of great seriousness.

"Yes, Trotsky. I need you to get in touch with all the media outlets, and people in charge of public buildings. Tell them that there's an incident which may threaten peace in the Black Sea region, and that at the moment, they should assume a stance of readiness, should I be forced to declare Order 76."

The three senior officers stopped walking and looked up at their Prince in shock.

"Your Majesty!" said General Trotsky with an edge of fear in his voice. "Surely you don't believe that it will come to that!"

The Prince held his ground. "As leader of this nation, I must be prepared for every possibility which may arise in a combat situation. If there is a remote chance, a very remote chance, that everything we do ends in failure, I want that final option ready and prepared to be implimented."

The senior officers shuddered.

Finally, the four men reached the end of the staircase, and walked out of the cold, dark concrete stairwell, into the welcoming embrace of luxery that was Prince William's palace.

"Well then, Gentlemen. We all have work to do. I want progress reports from each of you by tomorrow, at around say 3:00. Good luck."

Sherman and Augustine saluted the Prince and headed for the door.

The Prince and General Trotsky started walking back to the Prince's office.

"When I get back to the office, I'm going to make a call to Prince Aleksei, and warn them of the Hataria situation." the Prince said.

The General looked at William with a hint of concern. "The Prince is only 15 years old. Are you sure that this news won't overwhelm him?"

"He's strong," Prince William replied. "I'm sure he can handle it. Not like he's alone in the decision making process."

"Indeed.." General Sherman trailed off as a new thought came to mind. "Perhaps news of Hataria's intentions will be the rallying point the new Prince needs to secure his country. There's nothing like the threat of someone trying to steal your independence as a way to unite a country."

"Yes, that's true!" said the Prince, quickly understanding. "Those rebels that remain will have to choose between the least of two evils!"

The Prince chuckled as he opened the door to his office. "After all, who wants to be ruled by someone who doesn't care about their interests?"

The Prince took a seat in his chair and reached for the phone.

Vlasov stopped and gritted his teeth.
"What's wrong?"
"Look."
The front entrance was blocked. A rocket had hit the entrance, and now it was blocked.
Vlasov picked up his radio
"This is Imperial Bear to Falcon. Over."
"Roger that, I hear you."
"You blew up the main entrance."
"Oh dear. I'll go make a new one."
"Ok"
The gunships flew to a section of wall and started to fire several missiles at it. The wall crumbled to make a hole. Three Praetors moved in, and tossed two smoke grenades and one flashbang.
"Let's move!"

"ALERT ALERT" The loudspeakers blared. "All pilots report to the briefing room, immediately."

The two air force groups had had barely anytime to adjust to their new surroundings before being called on a mission. They sprinted, rode bikes, and hitched rides on passing vehicles to get to the briefing room as soon as possible.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" General Lynds acknowledged their pressence. "We have a mission near Buddennovsk. Your job will be to control the skies. No combat aircraft shall enter the ten kilometer buffer zone around the city. If they enter, they will be engaged. Other priority targets include armoured vehicles and artillery positions. We have 20 Lancers, 20 'fortresses and 50 CBNs ready to hammer the stronger positions should you be unable to do so.

"Ma'am." A pilot stood up. "When are we to leave for this mission?"

"Right now. Good luck to you. Remember, any aircraft entering the buffer zone is considered hostile. Any armoured vehicle entering the buffer zone is hostile. See you when you get back."

The pilots cheered. Never had they had a mission where two entire groups would be airborne at the same time. With over 800 CF-17s involved, they knew casualties would most likely be taken.

Within minutes elements of the two groups were airborne and thirty minutes away from their target. Every couple of minutes more aircraft would be sent aloft in order to keep constant air cover over the area.

Each CF-17 carried two external fuel tanks hung from the wings. With those tanks, their range was doubled. Armament consisted of four air-to-air missiles and four air-to-ground missiles for half the aircraft, while six air-to-air missiles armed the other half.

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To: Lieutenant Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Buddennovsk

This is your last warning to avoid conflict with the Atopianians. Failure to comply will result in an immediately assumption of hostility by the forces of Londim. Following an assumption of hostility, the Commonwealth Armed Forces will be required to eliminate the Londimian threat to peace in the region.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, West Corinthian Theatre
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

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To: Captain Stukov
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Buddenovsk

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski is extremely concerned about the growing hostility of the West Corinthian Army towards the Atopianian pressencein Buddenovsk. We must urge West Corinthia to deal with the situation diplomatically if peace is to be achieved and civilian casualties kept at a minimum.

However, should the West Corinthian Army demonstrate a lack of control, the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski may be forced to intervene militarily, thus resulting in casualties on both sides and possibly turning West Corinthia into a war zone.

We trust you will make the right decision.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, West Corinthian Theatre
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

Delivered to: International Forces in West Corinthia
Sent from: Chief Conspirator W. Kong
Regarding: Police and Peacekeeping Action

The Conspiracy of Communist Revolution has dispatched a fleet and an army group to help maintain peace and stability in the region.

The fleet has been re-routed from another operation and is only a day's sail away. The army group is on board transports within the fleet.

The Conspiracy is a competely neutral nation who is only deploying to ensure human rights, civil rights and political rights are being upheld. If a dispute should arise, the Conspiracy will be more than willing to host a meeting onboard the aircraft carrier 'McGuire'.

It is recognized that there is a blockade set up in the Dardenneles by Wilhelmsborough. We request passage through. As an act of peace, all but one squadron will be onboard the carriers while all submarines will be surfaced.

W. Kong

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Numbers

2nd Revolutionary Army Group
360,000 soldiers
18,000 tanks (13,000 T-90s)(5,000 Challenger 2s)

111th "Fighting Fish" Fleet
Nimitz Class aircraft carriers (8)
300 F-20 Tiger Shark
360 F-35 Lightning II

Enterprise Class aircraft carriers (10)
500 F-20 Tiger Shark
250 F-35 Lightning II
40 C-2 Grayhounds
30 E-2 Hawkeyes
room for 30 misc aircraft


Oliver Hazard Perry Class frigates (80)
Arleigh Burke Class destroyers (60)
Ticonderoga Class cruisers (35)
Los Angeles Class submarines (50)

Transport, supply, landing and cargo ships (600)

OOC: My fleet is actually located in the Bosporus, not the Dardanelles. Welcome to the RP by the way.:) You might want to state how many troops you brought as well.

IC:

Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey raised an eyebrow. "Another nation wishes to assist? Hmm, Communist Revolution, they call themselves?"

The Fleet Admiral thought for a moment. "Chief-erm-Conspirator Kong, I don't believe I've ever heard of your country before. Could you please tell us where you came from and what your country stands for?"

OOC: Forgive the Fleet Admiral, he's very suspicious of unfamiliar nation's forces entering the Black Sea.

~Transmission to Saint Fedski~

We recognize your contributions to the rebuilding of West Corinthia, and thank you. However, you have no right to dictate our own domestic policy regarding foreign occupations. Atopiana has been found guilty of killing West Corinthian civilians, an offense we shall not allow to go unpunished. They have tried to brainwash our citizens and annex our lands illegally. My only advice is that you stay out of this, for your own safety. It's not worth it to defend these murderers, trust me. Any incursions into the area around Buddenovsk will be seen as a defiance of this statement and of West Corinthian law. By order of the Czar, Atopiana must leave West Corinthia!

If diplomacy is what you want, they have already been warned. If they comply, and leave the city, they will only have to pay reparations for the damage they have caused. If they disregard their orders, we are only defending our homeland from invasion. After all, does a peacekeeper not become an invader when he remains against the home country's will?

-Captain Stukov, West Corinthian Army

Location: Silo 23

Captain Belov heard more explosions from the ground level, many levels above them. From the security room, cameras watched enemy movements. The cameras in the main lobby were fryed by a flashbang. Other cameras soon picked up the enemy as they stormed inside. They would have to descend many levels before walking into the ambush Captain Belov had set up.

Transmission to General Lynds of Saint Fedski from Field Marshal Ilich Zapata

What are you doing?

We can appreciate your desire to restore peace to the region. But I must ask you straight: Why are you supporting a nation who's admitted purpose is to spread anarchy?

The Atopianans are killing innocent civilians. Now I will ask you General, and I want your honest reply: What do you say to such an action as this? In a previous correspondance, you referred to this country as a fellow peacekeeping nation!

Why do you consider the Atopianans to be peacekeepers? You and I both know that in the wake of the Czar's death and the insuing chaos that perhaps another country might want to move in and take control. I believe that Atopiana is one of those nations. I'm fascinated General. What makes you believe otherwise?

Somehow, I feel like all of us are being manipulated and pitted against each other by Atopiana: Saint Fedski, with its high standards of chivalry, noble behavior, and fervant desire to maintain peace. West Corinthia, who desperately wishes to restore order and defend itself against outside invaders.

And then there's the other peacekeepers; Londim, Groznyj, and Wilhelmsborough who also wish to help West Corinthia, but are frustrated because they feel that your defense of Atopiana goes against that.

I believe that Atopiana, with its anarchist idiology, would like nothing more than to see all of us suddenly turn on each other. They would love to see us at each other's throats, attacking each other's armies, destroying each other's countries. They are manipulators, General Lynds. They take advantage of others and use them to further their personal goals.

In any case however, there is one thing that is glaringly clear: Atopiana is simply not welcome here. And we would like for them to leave. Honestly, General: Can you tell us of any positive quality they bring to the table?

We believe that they bring nothing positive to this peacekeeping endeuvour. In fact, it would seem that they may be pushing the countries towards war. General Lynds, their continued presence here is not healthy for any of us!

If you are truly for peace in West Corinthia and totally and honestly wish not to see any nations start a war in this region, then escort the Atopianan force back to their country ten miles to the north. We just want them gone.

Field Marshal Ilich Zapata signing off.

Since there were so many forces in the area, the EB-180 Stargazer flying at 100,000 feet couldn't properly pinpoint an location where the Saint Fedski forces might exclusively recieve the message. And so the pilot made the decision to send down the message on a broad signal. That way, Saint Fedski would recieve the message, but all the other forces (excluding Atopiana) would hear the message as well. But the pilot felt that this wouldn't be a problem. After all, it wasn't as if the message revealed anything top secret, or something that nobody else already knew.

To: Lieutenant Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Buddennovsk

This is your last warning to avoid conflict with the Atopianians. Failure to comply will result in an immediately assumption of hostility by the forces of Londim. Following an assumption of hostility, the Commonwealth Armed Forces will be required to eliminate the Londimian threat to peace in the region.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, West Corinthian Theatre
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski


TO: General Larissa Lynds
FROM: Lieutenant Grifit
Re:Re: Buddennovsk

We must ask of your purpose to protect these people. Atopia has done nothing but killed innocents and imposed their own rule. How is that peacekeeping? If you do protect them not only will you have us against you but also West Corinthia, Wilhelmsbourgh and Gronzj and you can't take us all. If the Atopians decide to leave quietly of their own will then we will not attack them BUT if they continue with their actions and strike us then we will fight back with or without your support. Your definition of peacekeeper must really be different to the rest of the world. Do not start an unneccesary war against other true peacekeepers or you will be seen as a dangerous threat and dealt with accordingly. Diplomacy has applied and so far failed. We give the Atopians 12 hours to leave the area or face a fierce battle.

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TO: Prince Aleksei
FROM: Lieutenant Grifit, Londim forces

Your majesty you have proved already you are a strong leader but now a time has come for a strong decision. We have given the Atopian forces 12 hours to leave the area. When that time is up we will engage. But how do you view Saint Fedski? If they protect Atopiana we will engage them also. If that is the case we request support from you to help get rid of these dangerous threats so peace is once more established in West Corinthia. May our two nations once again build the West Corinthian legacy.

The Hatarian Fleet soon left Algeris and was joined by 12 Sea Wolf Class Subs, Armed with Y-12 Seeker Torpedoes and The RAN-90 Neptune Missiles (Armed with High Expolseve Warheads.). The Fleet would be soon heading for The Dardanelles, Something Grand Admiral Ryu knew would be the real Danger. But Ryu had one Plan that would work.

~Transmission to Lieutenant Grifit~

Four divisions of West Corinthian hoplites are camped outside Buddenovsk. Artillery batteries are set up and awaiting the order to fire. We now view Atopiana as invaders, rather than peacekeepers. Though I view your 12 hour time limit as being overly generous, I accept it.

Trust me, if Saint Fedski were not defending Atopiana, Buddenovsk would already be back in West Corinthian hands and SCUDs would be dropping on Atopiana's capital by now. I don't like the fact that they have slowed our progress, but such is diplomacy.

Unfortunately, Saint Fedski has said it will protect these treachorous dogs. I have contacted their general to argue my point, but it is up to them whether or not they will listen. What I do know is that Atopiana must not be allowed to continue it's barborous acts of genocide. When the time comes, Atopiana will be dealt with.

Saint Fedski may not like it, but they will have to accept it. I know they seem determined to defend Atopiana, but I believe they are bluffing. Even Saint Fedski is smart enough to know when to back down. Just in case, I've placed the West Corinthian military on high(er) alert. We're prepared for whatever may happen, but I'm confident the situation will resolve itself once Atopiana is routed from Buddenovsk.

-Prince Aleksei

Yalta Air Force Base

The base was abuzz with activity as the streamlined EB-180 Stargazers were prepared for their mission in the Dardanelles. The MOABs were loaded onto the launchers. The crews were given their orders. Backup Stargazers and crews were there as well, though they had secondary priority to the lead group.

Finally, the preparations were complete and the Stargazers were ready for launch. One by one they took off from the runway.

They climbed to an incredible height of 135,000 feet and headed for the Dardanelles Strait.

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Meanwhile in Sevastopol, Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine was making the final check-out of his ship before it took off.

"Are all fighters aboard?" he asked

"All fighter aircraft present and accounted for, sir!" replied the XO.

"Are we properly fueled?"

"The fueling is complete sir!"

"And are all crews present and accounted for?"

"Yes sir! We are fully crewed for the mission ahead!"

"Very good!" said Admiral Augustine. "Let's move out! I want to reach the Bosporus in less than eight hours!"

The Intrepid-class Supercarrier Schadenfreude sailed out of port and headed towards the open sea. Before them loomed an incredible number of warships of all shapes as sizes. This was Armada One.

Armada One
(Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine commanding)

5 Intrepid-class Super Carriers (Flagship Schadenfreude)
24 Nimitz-class Carriers
336 Seawolf-class Submarines
50 Slava-class Heavy Missile Cruisers
60 Arleigh-Burke-class Guided-missile Destroyers
375 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Sub Escort Frigates
100 Kirov-class Battlecruisers
150 Horizon-class Anti-Aircraft Frigates
200 Sovremenny-class Guided Missile Destroyers
150 Wave Class Royal Fleet Auxiliary Large Fleet Tankers
250 T-AKR 310 Class Fast Strategic Sealift Ships
300 AOE 6 Supply Class Fast Combat Support Ships

Total # of ships: 2000

2,448 Su-47 Flankers
725 Blackhawk Helicopters
350 AH-64 Apache Helicopters
230 S-3 Vikings
340 AH-1Z Super Cobras
72 Chinook Transport Helicopters

The 1st Fleet
(Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey commanding)

3 Nimitz-class Aircraft Carriers (Flagship Iron Maiden)
3 Overlord-class Frigates
12 Seawolf-class Submarines
15 Kirov-class Battlecruisers
30 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Submarine Frigates

216 Su-47 Flankers
24 S-3 Vikings
15 UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopters

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Location: Buddennovsk, 100,000 feet in the air

After sending down two messages to the forces below, the pilot of the EB-180 Stargazer was surprised to see a third message arrive on his doorstep. He read the instructions and was very surprised to read that this message was labeled "High Priority" by Prince William himself.

Not one to disobey his Prince, the Pilot sent the message down.

In accordance to the Prince's wishes, the message would be transmitted on a high-band frequency. Everyone, even the Atopianans, had to hear this message:

"This Prince William of Wilhelmsborough speaking. I bring to you all a very important message: Hataria is coming. They are coming to take over West Corinthia. We here in the Principality thought that you all ought to know."

To: Atopianian Armed Forces, West Corinthia
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Buddenovsk

While the Commonwealth holds a little sway in the military actions of West Corinthia, Wilhelmsburg, Londim and Groznyj, we cannot hold them back forever. They feel your pressense is unwelcome in West Corinthia.

Following the warnings from Saint Fedski, West Corinthia and Londim have provided Atopiana a twelve hour period in which to withdraw. We urge that you take it if peace is to remain. If peace fails, Atopiana will hold much of the responsibility and if peace fails, Saint Fedski may be just a little displeased (sarcasm intended).

You have twelve hours to withdraw from Buddenovsk before spiralling into a war, possibly one that sees West Corinthia invade Atopiana. Should such an action happen, Saint Fedski would be unable to help in any way, shape or form. Our mission is to keep the peace in West Corinthia and to extract a severe toll from those who break it.

I have given you fair warning. If you do not leave within twelve hours, Atopiana will share the blame for destabilizing the region again.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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Transmission to West Corinthia and Londim

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski recognizes that West Corinthia views her northern neighbour with much hostility. However, they are keeping the citizens in line despite the couple alleged murders of high profile citizens.

However until the other regions are stabilized, it serves West Corinthia in the best way to avoid conflict with a major force.

The Commonwealth is prepared to and well defend against all offensive actions. If need be, more divisions can be flown in and landed within a matter of hours. As we speak, two more divisions are arriving in a couple of friendly nations in the area should their services be needed. If still greater forces are needed, The Commonwealth can draw upon many sources of support in the region.

Do not doubt our intentions for strength for a minuted or the aggressor will be sorry.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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Transmission to Londim

The Commonwealth of Saint Fedski stands firm against any Londimian action against Atopiana. Should Londim engage the forces of Atopiana, however lightly, she will be endangering the Saint Fedski peacekeeping mission and will be dealt with severly.

As for making enemies with Londim, the Commonwealth has no problems. If Londim wants to engage a far more powerful nation over such a situation, let it be. Keep in mind that the Commonwealth has four fleets based just West of West Corinthia and within striking distance of the majority of West Corinthia.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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"Stand Down. All birds return to nest" Air Marshall Ryan Hooper called out to his aircraft.

"Roger Big Daddy" Each of the wings reported.

The majority of the fighters returned to base, but a wing of 96 aircraft entered the bufferzone assigned they were assigned to protect. Each wing would rotate through until ten of the twelve hours allowed had been waited out.

12 hours remaining.

Yalta Air Force Base

The base was abuzz with activity as the streamlined EB-180 Stargazers were prepared for their mission in the Dardanelles. The MOABs were loaded onto the launchers. The crews were given their orders. Backup Stargazers and crews were there as well, though they had secondary priority to the lead group.

Finally, the preparations were complete and the Stargazers were ready for launch. One by one they took off from the runway.

They climbed to an incredible height of 135,000 feet and headed for the Dardanelles Strait.

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Meanwhile in Sevastopol, Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine was making the final check-out of his ship before it took off.

"Are all fighters aboard?" he asked

"All fighter aircraft present and accounted for, sir!" replied the XO.

"Are we properly fueled?"

"The fueling is complete sir!"

"And are all crews present and accounted for?"

"Yes sir! We are fully crewed for the mission ahead!"

"Very good!" said Admiral Augustine. "Let's move out! I want to reach the Bosporus in less than eight hours!"

The Intrepid-class Supercarrier Schadenfreude sailed out of port and headed towards the open sea. Before them loomed an incredible number of warships of all shapes as sizes. This was Armada One.

Armada One
(Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine commanding)

5 Intrepid-class Super Carriers (Flagship Schadenfreude)
24 Nimitz-class Carriers
336 Seawolf-class Submarines
50 Slava-class Heavy Missile Cruisers
60 Arleigh-Burke-class Guided-missile Destroyers
375 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Sub Escort Frigates
100 Kirov-class Battlecruisers
150 Horizon-class Anti-Aircraft Frigates
200 Sovremenny-class Guided Missile Destroyers
150 Wave Class Royal Fleet Auxiliary Large Fleet Tankers
250 T-AKR 310 Class Fast Strategic Sealift Ships
300 AOE 6 Supply Class Fast Combat Support Ships

Total # of ships: 2000

2,448 Su-47 Flankers
725 Blackhawk Helicopters
350 AH-64 Apache Helicopters
230 S-3 Vikings
340 AH-1Z Super Cobras
72 Chinook Transport Helicopters

The 1st Fleet
(Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey commanding)

3 Nimitz-class Aircraft Carriers (Flagship Iron Maiden)
3 Overlord-class Frigates
12 Seawolf-class Submarines
15 Kirov-class Battlecruisers
30 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Submarine Frigates

216 Su-47 Flankers
24 S-3 Vikings
15 UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopters

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Location: Buddennovsk, 100,000 feet in the air

After sending down two messages to the forces below, the pilot of the EB-180 Stargazer was surprised to see a third message arrive on his doorstep. He read the instructions and was very surprised to read that this message was labeled "High Priority" by Prince William himself.

Not one to disobey his Prince, the Pilot sent the message down.

In accordance to the Prince's wishes, the message would be transmitted on a high-band frequency. Everyone, even the Atopianans, had to hear this message:

"This Prince William of Wilhelmsborough speaking. I bring to you all a very important message: Hataria is coming. They are coming to take over West Corinthia. We here in the Principality thought that you all ought to know."

Hatarian Spy Satellites soon showed the enemy Military Built up by Wilhelmsborough. This showed that Hataria was about to be beated, if they didn;t act now.

The Hatarians had been reseraching on Space borne Weapons, like war Satellite and had a New type of "Smart Bomb", The Star Curise Missile, a Missile that is launched from a Satellite and gided by it to The Target. one Satellite had 12 Missiles on it and soon, 67 War satellites were soon orbiting and would soon be ready to fire.

OOC: there are no Nukes on the Missiles, Thank you.

Ok no. I'm sorry but thats going too far now. I don't want to RP with each nation having a million ships, or giant orbiting sattelites raining fire from space or these super huge tanks. If thats the way this is going then I'll be gone. I'll RP something happening elsewhere and leave. Continue this in the OOC thread

Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey raised an eyebrow. "Another nation wishes to assist? Hmm, Communist Revolution, they call themselves?"

The Fleet Admiral thought for a moment. "Chief-erm-Conspirator Kong, I don't believe I've ever heard of your country before. Could you please tell us where you came from and what your country stands for?"

ooc:CC Kong is like the president or the pm or whatever you choose. Messages should be sent to Field Marshall P. Miller

Delivered to: Wilhelmsborough Navy
Sent from: FM P. Miller
Re: Passage

Communist Revolution stands for peace, prosperity and civility. We are dedicated to maintaing peace, especially when the fighting is going on directly to our South and when our home port is being cut off due to a blockade. Our home port being the small port of Taganrog on the Gulf of Tagnarog.

P. Miller

Ok no. I'm sorry but thats going too far now. I don't want to RP with each nation having a million ships, or giant orbiting sattelites raining fire from space or these super huge tanks. If thats the way this is going then I'll be gone. I'll RP something happening elsewhere and leave. Continue this in the OOC thread

That's ok. You came for peacekeeping. However, West Corinthia did say that this was a pretty open RP. Invasions are fair game in this thread. But if you don't wish to join in what is coming, then that is your choice.

Thanks for RPing with us! You sure sure helped move the story along, and you made things pretty tense with your defense of the Atopianans. I have to say that this is one of the best RPs I've ever been involved in! :)

ooc:CC Kong is like the president or the pm or whatever you choose. Messages should be sent to Field Marshall P. Miller

Delivered to: Wilhelmsborough Navy
Sent from: FM P. Miller
Re: Passage

Communist Revolution stands for peace, prosperity and civility. We are dedicated to maintaing peace, especially when the fighting is going on directly to our South and when our home port is being cut off due to a blockade. Our home port being the small port of Taganrog on the Gulf of Tagnarog.

P. Miller

OOC: Are you sure about that? I RPed Taganrog as being a part of West Corinthia. It was also the place where I landed my 4th Army Group. Are you sure you couldn't edit your post to put your country somewhere a little eastward, like Mariupol? It's much larger than Taganrog, and it has a strong industrial center as well as an airport!

Location: Silo 23

Captain Belov heard more explosions from the ground level, many levels above them. From the security room, cameras watched enemy movements. The cameras in the main lobby were fryed by a flashbang. Other cameras soon picked up the enemy as they stormed inside. They would have to descend many levels before walking into the ambush Captain Belov had set up.
"Move, move!"
There was a total chaos. No gunfire appeared, and Vlasov guessed they had moved somewhere else.
Once the men had assembled, Vlasov turned,
"Alright, I'm spltting you guys in three teams. I'm leading the first group, Ayanami is leading the seoncd, and Bradley is leading the third.
You know your objectives. Find the warhead and take any documents pertaining to nuclear research. When we're done, we're blowing the place.
Needless to say, when you see any of those West Corinthians, shoot on sight!"
"Yessir!"
The team set off.

Black Sea
135,000 feet

The 100 EB-180 Stargazers flew onward at Mach 3 towards the Dardanelles. Leading the attack was Brigadier-General Stephen Dickenson, who upon hearing of the mission had immediately volunteered to command it.

He radioed his wingman. "Colonial, are you tracking any aircraft on your scopes?"

"Skies are relatively clear. I'm getting nothing below or above us." replied Colonial Jim Baker, his second in command.

"Excellent." Dickenson replied. "How is Armada One's progress?"

"Checking..." replied Major Alex Lifeson. "Sir, Armada One is reporting their location as just south of Varna. They should be arriving outside the Bosporus within 2 hours."

"Good," the Brigadier-General replied. He turned to his co-pilot. "Estimated time of arrival?"

"20 minutes, sir."

"Excellent," he smiled. "All right everyone, we'll probably be arriving over the Dardanelles long before the Hatarian fleet does. Until then we're gonna have to play the waiting game."

There was a collective groan throughout the jets.

"Yes I know. The waiting game sucks."

The jets flew onward towards their destination.

Al-Qamar, Kahanistan

Air Force Base

200 C-5 Galaxy military lifters took off from the base, heading for Al-Bahr International Airport to await the St. Fedskian soldiers who were to be transported to West Corinthia.

The fleet commander dispatched a secret radio message to St. Fedski.

"Our transports are waiting in Al-Bahr International Airport and nearby Air Force bases. Meet us at coordinates *********** to commence transport of your tanks and heavy weapons."

The two divisions based in Kahanistan were ready to board. They were just awaiting the orders.

"Let's move" General Mac broadcast. With the order, the tanks roared to life, the trucks grumbled and the jeeps grunted as they began their move to the awaiting transports just a couple kilometers away.

Two hundred C-5s of the Kahanistanian Air Force were awaiting the arrival of the Saint Fedskian forces in Al-Bahr while elements of the Saint Fedskian Air Transport Group were just a couple of hours away, waiting for the Kahanistanian air lift to depart for West Corinthia.

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Poti

The 35th Commonwealth Armoured Division (35CAD) was growing restless and the small beach head was growing quite congested as supplies and aircraft poured into the area. It was time to expand.

The tanks tracks ground the concrete streets as they passed through Poti heading North. The division took an East ward turn towards Senaki where a large airfield dominated the objective. It would be two or three days before the 35th would arrive there.

The 34th CAD had already begun to advanced North-Eastward into Ozurgeti and then North into Lanchkhuti. It took them three days, six men killed, fourteen wounded and a truck destroyed.

Elements of the 18th Commonwealth Infantry Division had been flown into Batumi via helicopter with no problem. The two thousand mean easily secured the city and its vital port and airfield.

SF Advances - Map (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/fedoraja/SFAdvances.jpg)

When the Fedskies showed up, the Republic Guards at the airport and the Air Force bases helped to move the tanks and other heavy equipment into the C-5's. They also pointed out the 100 MiG-39's flying air cover for the fleet.

It took some time, but the equipment and troops were loaded onto the planes and they took off. The MiG's followed them to their destinations in Poti and Kuboleti, in West Corinthia.

Meeting the Air Lift over Groznyj, 200 CF-17s kept an eye for potentially hostile activity.

The fighters kept the Groznyj fighters at bay with the exception of a small squadron that crept in to get a closer look.

A radio message was recieved but no reply was given. If the Groznians attacked, they would be on the recieving end of a massive retalitory strike.

The air lift eventually reached the destinations of Poti and Kuboleti where after an hour or so of unloading, two entire divisions were now on the ground.

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In Saint Fedski, two more divisions were being readied along with three airborne divisions.

Off The Coast of Crete.

The Hatarian Fleet was near The Greek Island of Crete, This was where Grand Admiral Ryu soon sent a Messenge to The enemy Ruler.

We know that you are going to try and stop us Prince William of Wilhelmsborough. If you want us, Come and get us! We are waiting.

The enemy was no doubt Waiting for them at The Dardanelles Strait. with a Fleet and Planes. The Hatarians were not going to let The enemy force them into Battle.

The Hatarians wanted then where They wanted them.

We know that you are going to try and stop us Prince William of Wilhelmsborough. If you want us, Come and get us! We are waiting.


This was the message that Brigadier-General Stephen Dickenson, and the crews of the EB-180 Stargazers heard on their radios. So the Hatarians knew that Wilhelmsborough was protecting West Corinthia. There was silence as they took this in.

And then the silence was broken. Colonial Jim Baker laughed. "They are waiting for us to attack them?"

All at once, the pilots and crews of the EB-180 Stargazers burst into a hail of laughter.

Brigadier-General Dickenson wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh...my goodness." he chuckled. "They're expecting us to the make the opening attack! They're daring us to do it!" It was no use. He started laughing again.

Colonial Baker grinned. "Aren't dares a little Elementary-schoolish?"

Major Alex Lifeson responded. "I wouldn't knock the power of a dare, sir!" he started chuckling. "Especially those nasty triple-dog-dares!"

The crews started cracking up again. It was bedlam! Finally, the Brigadier-General decided to restore some order.

"No more! No more I say! That's...that's enough!"

The laughter descended into chuckles and eventually stopped.

Dickenson cleared his throat.

"Well then gentlemen. Hataria has thrown down the gauntlet. They're inviting us, daring us to attack them! Tell me, Major Lifeson. What does this say about our enemy?"

The surprised Major thought quickly about how to respond. "Well Sir, I would have to say that the Hatarians are having doubts about whether or not they can even pull this invasion off."

"That's right Major Lifeson. They're not complete fools at least. They know that taking a hostile force through a pass like the Dardanelles means trouble. And so, they're trying to draw us out, make us attack first. Tell me Major, how do they benefit from us attacking first?"

Lifeson was stumped. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know."

Dickenson smiled at the Major's admittence. "Remember, we are one of the only few nations that knows of Hataria's intentions in this region. The rest of the world has no idea what Hataria is doing."

"But they have this huge invasion fleet sitting right outside our door!" Lifeson argued back.

"So? That means nothing. They could be doing a training exercise, or at least they could use that excuse when they attempt to garner sympathy from the world! You see if we attack first, it makes us look like the bad guy in the eyes of the world, while Hataria is seen as the victim. Nations will flock to their aid, and demand that we give them reparations. And if we don't, we would most likely will face war from an even greater number of countries. Do you understand, Major?"

Lifeson responded. "Yes sir! I understand completely! But what will we do?"

"We stay right here." replied Brigadier-General Stephen Dickenson. "We're holding the line. If the Hatarians are aiming for a fight, they can come through the strait to get it. But we aren't going to be guilty of provoking anything."

"And when they come, the Dardanelles is going to turn into a graveyard for the Hatarian fleet." Colonial Baker said with a malicious edge to his voice.

"Yes, indeed Colonial." The Brigadier-General replied curtly. He turned to his co-pilot.

"I need to relay this information to Armada One. Get me in touch with Admiral Augustine. Secure channel only."

Grand Admiral Sergei read the latest report aboard the WCN Motherland. Though Wilhelmsborough had yet to contact them to declare their actions, they seemed to be mobilizing for something. "We'll just have to wait for them to make contact with us. If they don't contact, they don't need our help, so it must be some kind of training exercise on their part."

"What if it's not training." a nearby officer suggested. "Scouts reported those planes went up heavily armed. And not armed with the cheap missiles you waste for training."

"Hmmmm," the Admiral thought for a moment. "Place the fleet on yellow alert, and try to contact the Wilhelmsborough navy. Find out what's going on, and offer assistance."

"Yes, sir." the officer ran off to complete his orders.

Location: Silo 23

"Gripens inbound." Crackled over Captain Belov's throat radio. They were on the bottom levels of the silo, but still able to pick up weak radio transmissions.

"Roger, command. No friendlies in the area, take these bastards out."

The Gripens, which had been delayed from arriving sooner, streaked in from the south. Major Yuri, a cautious young pilot in one of the Gripens, was the first one to pick up enemy gunships on his radar. "Bogies, 12 o'clock low. I'm cleared to engage." Major Yuri activated his locking system and began tracking the nearest gunship. Quickly gaining a lock, he fired his first long-range Phoenix missile. Two of the other 4 Gripens did the same.

Captain Belov and his men held their cover, still waiting for the enemy to descend into the lower section of the silo. As soon as they came down the stairs, all hell would break loose.

Location: Buddenovsk

"How long do they have left?" Captain Stukov was getting impatient. He hated diplomacy, but even he knew that this diplomacy was just B.S. Whether the Atopianans left or not, the Prince would not let them get away with this. The Prince, when he became Czar, would have to be accepted by the all the people of West Corinthia.

"6 hours, sir." a messenger replied.

"Any movement within the city?"

"None, sir. Well, besides the Atopianans killing more citizens."

"This has to stop. Send a message to the Prince, ask him to shorten the deadline, for the sake of our citizens."

"I don't think he'll do that. He's under a lot of pressure from Saint Fedski."

"Since when did pressure ever sway the decisions of the Czar?"

"I'll ask him, Captain."

Location: Kydonia, Capital of West Corinthia

Prince Aleksei Kotov looked out the window of the palace. Troops were marching through the streets, tanks were filling up parking lots, and even the palace courtyard had been converted into a helipad, storing and feuling dozens of Mi-24s.

Now a call came in, asking him to shorten the deadline on the Atopianans. "I can't do that on such short notice." he was angrily forced to reply. The other side told him that more citizens were being murdered in the city. "I can't shorten the deadline, but we'll get our revenge."

Prince Aleksei hung up the phone, and called in Captain Garonov. "Captain, I can't touch the Atopianans for another 6 hours. I want an armored division deployed between Buddenovsk and the Atopianan border. Even if they leave that city peacefully, I want the division to ambush them. Make up a cover story, maybe they were taking hostages back with them, I don't care. If they don't leave, the division can just reinforce the others in retaking the city. Oh, and get the planes near Buddenovsk fueled and armed. We'll need them."

The Prince was becoming increasingly annoyed with Saint Fedski. "This is the last time they'll have their way," he promised himself.

The Hatarian Fleet soon headed to The Dardanelles, But Ryu was now going to put a Plan into action once The Fleet was 123 Miles from The Strait.

The enemy was going to know what Hatarians could do.

Location: Black Sea/Bosporus Strait

As the large number of ships pulled into position around the mouth of the Bosporus Strait, the lieutenant at the communications station picked up a transmission. He alerted Admiral Augustine at once. "We're getting a message from the West Corinthian navy." The Lieutenant's eyes went wide with shock. "Sir! It's Admiral Sergei! He wants to know what we're doing out here!"

"Hand the reciever," the Admiral ordered. "This is Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine of the Armada One flagship Schadenfreude. Admiral Sergei! How may I help you today?"

Patrols of forty or so aircraft were buzzing around Buddenovsk like mosquitos in a swamp. Flying high, swooping low, they were always on the lookout for either hostile aircraft or troop movements on the ground.

"Fido to Rover Two Zero. Come in Rover Two Zero"

"Rover Two Zero"

"Two Zero status update"

"Two Zero has relieved One One. Beetles still in camp. Some ants moving. Will keep you posted Fido."

"Roger Two Zero. Fido out."

Patrols would be doubled once the deadline was eight hours old and half an hour prior to zero hour, the entire force would be mobilized to forcefully disuade any nation from furthering the conflict for the time being.

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Under the Black Sea...

"Men, we have six hours remaining. Skeleton crew on deck, all personnel are requested to rest and relax. We may have a busy afternoon."

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On the Black Sea...

"Primary check complete Sir" A young petty officer reported to his Lieutenant.

"Very good Petty Officer. Ensure checks are completed every hour, checks doubled at eleven hundred."

"Yes sir"

Cruisers, destroyers, submarines, carriers, transports and even supply ships were preparing their weaponry. Should major combat occur, the Commonwealth Navy would not just watch as the air force fought it out, the Navy would join in. Cruise missiles, attack missions and costal bombardments would be just a couple of ways to participate.

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Poti...

The 19th Commonwealth Division had arrived three hours ago and were preparing their first move of the campaign. The would slowly reach to the North, hitting Zugdidi in three days, Gali in four and Ochamchira in five or six.

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Kuboleti...

Elements of the 25th Commonwealth Division had landed here during the early morning hours. Instead of unloading their equipment, it was kept tightly packed aboard the transports. They would lift off again in one day for a major aerial assualt on two villages to the North.

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Batumi...

The other elements of the 25th had landed here in Batumi to support the two thousand or so light infantry that had been protecting the port facilities for over a day without much air support and absolutely no armoured support. Batumi was a strategic position for the fact that it positioned Commonwealth Forces within a couples days of Groznyj, a couple days from T'bilisi and provided larger ports and airfields to operate from.

Location: Black Sea/Bosporus Strait

As the large number of ships pulled into position around the mouth of the Bosporus Strait, the lieutenant at the communications station picked up a transmission. He alerted Admiral Augustine at once. "We're getting a message from the West Corinthian navy." The Lieutenant's eyes went wide with shock. "Sir! It's Admiral Sergei! He wants to know what we're doing out here!"

"Hand the reciever," the Admiral ordered. "This is Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine of the Armada One flagship Schadenfreude. Admiral Sergei! How may I help you today?"


Hatarian Fleet, 234 Miles from The Dardanelles.

"The Enemy didn't take that Bait." Princess Galaxia said, "To bad." "Well, they will be force into Battle soon, one we are 123 Miles from The Dardanelles." Ryu said. "If they Knew what we were Planning, they would take their Bombers back."

The Fleet was Nearing The Target area for Ryu's Plan to take out the enemy, and that Target was nearing soon.

Location: Black Sea

"This Grand Admiral Sergei. Looks like you're preparing for a war out there." he purposely changed his voice from questioning to eager. "May we render assistance? I've got the whole of the West Corinthian Navy here armed and ready."

Location: Kydonia

"Captain Sergei reports increased air movement over Buddenovsk. Saint Fedski, m'lord."

Prince Aleksei slammed his fist on the table. Hearing the noise, Captain Garonov, Field Marshal Chenko, and several Myrmidons ran into the War Room to see what made the noise.

"It's ok, Pyotr." the Prince calmed Field Marshal Chenko, who holstered his sidearm. "I'm trying to avoid a war, but it seems like Saint Fedski is trying to start one. Let's see if we can't frighten them into leaving Buddenovsk airspace. I want as many AA rocket emplacements as we can spare shipped up to Captain Sergei's location ASAP."

"Yes, sir." the messenger departed with his orders.

Location: Outside Buddenovsk

Captain Sergei had some mobile AA batteries with him, and he set them up in the center of his encampment. Until the other batteries arrived, these would have to make do. Saint Fedski having the only planes in the air over the city, it was pretty obvious was the West Corinthians meant.

Everyone who had a clock watched it intensely. They knew that when the deadline was up, there would be a whole lot of dead Atopianans in Buddenovsk.

Location: Black Sea

"This Grand Admiral Sergei. Looks like you're preparing for a war out there." he purposely changed his voice from questioning to eager. "May we render assistance? I've got the whole of the West Corinthian Navy here armed and ready."



Admiral Augustine's voice went from welcoming to slightly grave. "Yes. We are indeed preparing for what may indeed break out into war. You see Admiral, the Empire of Hataria intends to take over West Corinthia. They have sent a large fleet. Right now, we believe that they are passing through the Aegean Sea at this very moment."

Augustine continued "The Wilhelmsborough Navy great appreciates West Corinthia's offer of assistance, and we welcome you with open arms to fight alongside us. What matter of forces will you put forth for the coming battle?"

As the Admirals continued to talk, Armada One was abuzz with activity. The Seawolf-class submarines and the Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Submarine frigates had formed a perimeter around the ships. Slava-class Heavy Missile Cruisers, and Sovremenny and Arleigh-Burke-class Guided-missile Destroyers prepared their missiles. Horizon-class Anti-Aircraft Frigates pointed their guns to the sky and scanned for enemy aircraft.

The Seawolfs were not alone. Thousands and thousands of divers were swimming about the fleet. They were armed with explosives and wore masks which gave them the ability to speak over a radio. There were also a couple hundred minisubs moving about. Their job was to point out the location of enemy submarines, particularly stealth subs, so that the Seawolfs could take aim and send them to the bottom.

Location: Bosporus Strait, 1st Fleet

The First Fleet was also abuzz with activity. Hundreds and hundreds of divers, supported by a few dozen minisubs, were swimming up and down the narrow Bosporus Strait looking for enemy submarines. The Seawolf-class submarines followed along, prepared to take out anything the divers and subs spotted.

S-3 Vikings flew about the area, scanning the seas for enemy craft. Su-47 Golden Eagles had taken off, armed to the teeth and ready to defend their ships.

Nobody was laughing anymore. Now it was time to be absolutely serious.

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Location: Yalta, W.R.A.F. Headquarters

From the Air Force base, 24 EB-180 Stargazers took off into the air and headed to a height of 155,000 feet. These Stargazers weren't armed with MOABs like the other 200 EB-180s were. They were in fact loaded with the Principality's MOAB-based Missiles, capable of taking out large groups of aircraft with a single hit.

The Aircraft headed southward towards Armada One, but did not pass them. Instead, they held their position between the Armada and the 1st Fleet.

Back at W.R.A.F.headquarters, the other 100 EB-180 Stargazers had unexpectedly been recalled. By order of Brigadier-General Stephen Dickenson, the next 100 Stargazers were to be armed with a greater variety of weaponry, including MOAB-based missiles. The ground crews worked quickly to make the necessary replacements, even calling back workers who were on their breaks or off their shifts, to finish everything quickly.

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Location: West Corinthia

Occupation forces in Krasnodar, and Rostov-on-Don began to leave the city after West Corinthian forces arrived to restore order.

All across the Wilhelmsborough-occupied zones, West Corinthian forces slowly began to arrive. And slowly, the Army Groups began to pack up their forces and head back towards the coast.

The Hatarian Fleet soon suddenly did one thing no one thought, It was turning back for Algeris, this was not a retreat Through, They would be back.

Chief General Farley stormed into the presidential office, Urmev was busy working and showed no hint of having a heartattack barely a week ago.

"What is it general?" said the president curiously as he looked up from a paper he was about to sign. Farley carried a folder labeled top secret in his right arm.

"Sir!-" with a crisp salute Farley handed the folder to Urmev. The president stood up and opened the folder. Hia eyes widened as he read the sensitive documents. He looked up without speaking..Farley answered the question in Ruslan's face. "We've identified them as Hatarian ships. I had a background check done on them and contacted the other foreign officials in this theatre, sir I have reason to beleive they plan on invading West Corinthia."

"What action have you taken?' said the president seriously.

"I've been in contact with Williamsborough and they are already attempting to handle the threat. We have barely a skeleton navy still in our waters. And it would take too long to recall the Dudeyev fleet in Kravania. I've given the orders for squadrons of B-2s, B-1 Lancers, and B-52s to be put on full alert at Vynakh and Kanti Airbases. All they need is your order to strike."

"Good then. I want you to notify the Corinthians if they don't know yet. If the Hatarian fleet breaks through the bombers fly."

"Yessir. There's also one more thing I have to let you know about... a massive wing of Kahanistanian air transports flew accross annatolia towards West Corinthia. We attempted contact but didn't engage."

Ruslan took a good look at the relevant document. His face turned red as he looked up at Farley.

"Your telling me we let 200 transports and over a hundred fighter escorts fly accross our airspace uncontested?!" His secretary looked over her soldier as she heard yelling behind the door.

Farley blushed. He was confused that Kahanistan was in this and he knew that the last thing any of them wanted was for Groznyj to appear as a weak nation.

"The next time unauthorized aircraft fly accross our borders, you make contact. If they ignore or rebuke you then you have them shot down. Do You Understand Me General?"

"Yes Mr. President" Farley saluted and walked out of the room. Urmev serioudly considered the use of having a Cheif General of the armed forces above the branch cheifs and below him. He sat back down and thought for a minute before getting back to work.

To: Legal and Recognized West Corinthian Government
From: German Foreign Affairs Ministry

Greetings to you from Imperial Germany and Kaiser Fredrik IV, King of Bavaria and Emperor of Germany. I assure you that we are saddened by the strife which has so unjustly fallen upon your once proud nation. Our people feel your pain, and now I am authorized to do whatever is required to bring order back to the Black Sea region. With the fear of the entire region destabilizing with the involvement of foreign powers and the thread of Weapons of Mass Destruction looming, we request your permission to deploy to you a force of Grenadiers, to ensure the stability of the region and the continued rule of legally recognized governments.

If you consider our request acceptable, please notify me or my government, and we can begin the process. The 1st Panzergrenadier Division is now readied and briefed on the situation, and can be deployed via sea or land, depending on how the situation unfolds.

We, in any case, wish you luck with your battles.

-Außenpolitik Amtlich Ruben von Rittenburger

Stettin, Germany, Naval BaseStettin, home of the Kaiserliche Marine Nordsee-Flotte, was bustling with activity. Sailors from all over the country were returning by droves from weekend leave as they were called to return to their ships. There were hundreds of thousands of men down in the docks, working along the piers, moving, loading, and unloading supplies, generally making preparations to set the great fleet that was even now resting off shore, to sail.

Among those ships now at sea was the great Bismarck class dreadnought SMS Fredrik, the five Kaiser Barbarossa class battleships SMS Kaiser Barbarossa, SMS Gneisenau, SMS Scharnhorst, SMS Deutschland, and the SMS Lützow. Also resting off shore were two Nürnberg class aircraft carriers, the SMS Nürnberg and the SMS Berlin, and two Königsberg class battlecruisers, the SMS Königsberg and the SMS Admiral Hipper. These impressive capital ships were surrounded for miles by a flotilla of escort ships, including the six Kaiser class cruisers SMS Friedrich der Große, SMS Großer Kurfürst, SMS Sachsen, SMS Bayern, SMS Württemberg, and the SMS Baden, fourteen Bremen class destroyers, and six Bruno Henimann class frigates.

Floating beneath the massive fleet were twelve of Germany's elite submarines, U-3 through U-15. All of this force was to be commanded by the Admiral Erich Müller, a young man recently promoted to command the larger battleship squadrons of the new, revitalized German Imperial Navy. He was experienced in small-ship tactics, as a destroyer commander, but had little experience with the giant ships he now commanded. He would rely heavily in his individual captains for guidance in the battles to come.

In any case, this amassing fleet, a demonstration of the revived Kaiserliche Marine, was to set sail and make immediately for the Black Sea, moving slowly along the German coastline for propaganda and public relations purposes, but then, once rounding the end of Denmark, would make with full speed for the Bosporus Strait. All reconnaissance supported the fact that a large Hatarian fleet had just turned away from the area, and so there was not any known threat in the region. Despite this, however, the fleet would move with the utmost caution. They were moving into a dangerous area.

The fleet did not have on it any Grenadier presence, as they, it was decided, would be transported via the safer land routes. The fleet’s arrival was scheduled for 5pm in forty-eight hours time. Once arrived air and fleet action would commence in support of any West Corinthian forces still loyal to the legal government, and any nations also supporting them.

135,000 feet over the Dardanelles Strait

The crews of the EB-180 Stargazers watched as the Hatarian ships turned around and headed for the Mediterranean.

"So that's it?" said Major Lifeson in disbelief. "After all their threats and military posturing, they're just gonna turn around and go home? We won?"

"It's not that simple, Major." said Brigadier General Dickenson. "The Hatarians are taking a huge gamble sending so many ships out here. You just don't send a force that big and not expect it to engage enemy forces."

"The General's right. Reputations are on the line here." interjected Colonial Baker. "They are very serious about establishing their presence in the Black Sea. Otherwise such a force would never have been deployed in the first place."

"The Hatarians will return then?"

"Yes, and in greater numbers." the Brigadier-General sighed. "Hopefully by then, our allies in the region will be mobilized and ready to fight alongside us."

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Yalta Air Force Base

The weapons refit for the one hundred EB-180 Stargazers was complete. They were now crewed and lined up ready for launch should the need arrive for them to be deployed.

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Black Sea Patrol

In the wake of increased danger, the Black Sea Patrol had been more substantually armed. The E-3's were now flanked by two Su-37s. And the twelve BAE Sea Harriers had been joined by twelve Su-27s.

There were four of these patrol groups flying around the Black Sea. These patrols were to go on 24/7. At any given point in time, there were at least 108 patrol aircraft whose primary intention was to watch the skies over the Black Sea and the area to the north of Wilhelmsborough.

The Imperial Empire of Demon 666 has decided to send 50 non-combat personnel to the Atopianian held cities.
The men are to simply help in constructing and distributing food and water. They are not to engage in any way with political re-education or helping Communism spread. Tenarius mentioned today however that "severe measures" would be taken in case of death by "opposing forces"

Delivered to: Wilhelmsburough Navy
Sent from: FM P. Miller
Re: Thanks

The Conspiracy of Communist Revolution thanks the Wilhelmsborough Navy for allowing us a peaceful passage through the narrow waters of the Bosporus and Dardanelles. On our trip home, we passed alongside a Hatarian fleet. It Hataria causing a problem or just trying to scare?

If Hataria causes a problem it will go against our policy of fighting defencively within spitting distance of home and we must attack and drive them away.

Keep in touch.

P. Miller

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The 111th 'Fighting Fish Fleet' was now in the middle of the Black Sea, halfway between home in Mariupol and West Corinthia.

Delivered to: Peacekeeping Forces in West Corinthia
Sent from: Field Marshall P. Miller
Re: Current situation

The Intelligence Conspiracy has kept me relatively well updated about the situation in West Cornithia. It is my understanding that an armed stand off is currently underway in the north between St. Fedsky, Atopiana and West Corinthia.

I request immediate talks on board the CNS McGuire to defuse the situation and negiotiate a deal in which West Corinthia can regain control of all "lost lands" without any casulties.

CCR is not a nation to pick fights but this conflict is going on close to home and any instability in the region could translate into further instability closer and cloesr to CCR.

I have been ordered, by the Chief Conspirator W. Kong himself, to make sure complete stability returns to the area, one way or another. And yes, total war is an unforunate option.

P. Miller

ooc: Peacekeeping nations: Wilhelmsburg, St. Fedski, Londim, Groznyj. Those of you who do get the message could secretly pass it on to any other nation to keep them informed or whatever else. If they want to reply to it though, they have to send it thru you.

Aegean Sea, German Fleet, Twelve Hours from West CorinthiaAdmiral Erich Müller stood by the railing on the second observation deck of the large German cruiser SMS Bayern, which he had taken as his command ship, despite the availability of larger and more durable craft. Erich was watching his ships, with the SMS Bayern riding in the back of the fleet; he had a perfect view as his thirty-six ship fleet maneuvered through the small islands of the Greek sea.

He did not know who else was waiting for him in the Black Sea; he did not know who else was even there at all. On the way into the Mediterranean he had passed a larger Hatarian fleet nearing Hatarian Algeria and Spain. Erich knew they were there, but the simple size of the fleet had intimidated him and his crew. None of them could show it, but everyone knew it. This mission would not be as easy as they had hoped, not all that they could wish for was a quick end and the termination of fighting, and it really was not safe for them here...

Private Thomas entered the tent where Lieutenant Grifit was busy going through tactics with Command. Sergeant Thomas had served for many years and he was respected by the authorities.

"Sir we have received a message from The Conspiracy of Communist Revolution. I think you should take a look."

Delivered to: Peacekeeping Forces in West Corinthia
Sent from: Field Marshall P. Miller
Re: Current situation

The Intelligence Conspiracy has kept me relatively well updated about the situation in West Cornithia. It is my understanding that an armed stand off is currently underway in the north between St. Fedsky, Atopiana and West Corinthia.

I request immediate talks on board the CNS McGuire to defuse the situation and negiotiate a deal in which West Corinthia can regain control of all "lost lands" without any casulties.

CCR is not a nation to pick fights but this conflict is going on close to home and any instability in the region could translate into further instability closer and cloesr to CCR.

I have been ordered, by the Chief Conspirator W. Kong himself, to make sure complete stability returns to the area, one way or another. And yes, total war is an unforunate option.

P. Miller


Grifit read the letter and looked up at Thomas. This was an interesting development.

"Right here's what we are going to do. I am going to send you Corporal Thomas to attend this meeting. I will give you a full set of instructions later. A lighlty armoured transprot vehicle will take you to the coast where one of the transport ships should be waiting for you. The ship taking you is one of the transports that got here when we first arrived, the LMS Coaster. Make sure you are ready within the hour."

"Tha..thank you sir for the opportunity. Thanks for the promotion sir. I will do you proud."

"Don't worry about it. Command has been thinking of promoting you for a while. Now do us proud. I'll send a letter to the CCR to tell them you will be attending."


To:Field Marshall P. Miller
From: Lieutenant Grifit
Re: Peace Talks

We here in Londim are also keen to bring back peace to West Corinthia. So in aid of this I will send Corporal Thomas who will represent Londim in the peace talks. I am sorry I cannot attend but I must stay with the rest of the Londimian forces. Hopefully together we can sort this situation out soon.

The Hatarians had turned around for a New attack. The Hatarians had asked The Parthians for use of one of their Air Bases for a All Out Air Attack on West Corinthian and enemy Armies and bases. Named Operation: SKY DRAGON, The Goal was Control of The Airspace over WC and The Black Sea. 1,000 ETN-90 Stargate Long Range Bombers, 1,000 RAGI-17 Intercepters and 1,000 MALI-80 Fighter/Torpedo Bombers were being sent to The Base in Chah Bahar, Parthia for The Operation.

The West Corinthian Navy was ready. They had left a skeleton fleet back at the colonies, so as to assure complete domination over West Corinthian waters. Upon seeing the rebellion fall apart, they had thought they might not see any action. To the relief of many, but not to others, it seemed they might see battle after all.

Grand Admiral Sergei was a wise man of the sea. He knew that numbers were no guarantee of victory. Battle was as unpredictable as the sea, and it could change based on the most random occurances. He took out a pair of binoculars to view his fleet.

(have to finish later)

Delivered to: Wilhelmsburough Navy
Sent from: FM P. Miller
Re: Thanks

The Conspiracy of Communist Revolution thanks the Wilhelmsborough Navy for allowing us a peaceful passage through the narrow waters of the Bosporus and Dardanelles. On our trip home, we passed alongside a Hatarian fleet. It Hataria causing a problem or just trying to scare?

If Hataria causes a problem it will go against our policy of fighting defencively within spitting distance of home and we must attack and drive them away.

Keep in touch.



Transmission to FM P. Miller from Admiral Vittorio Augustine

We are very happy that you are so close to your home port. I'm sure that you have many friends and loved ones that you are looking forward to seeing again.

However, with regards to the Hatarian fleet, do not, I repeat, Do Not engage directly. Your forces would be overran, and your ships sunk.

We appreciate your offer to help in this effort, and we gladly accept. Together we will defend the nations of the Black Sea.

The defenses around the Bosporus are very large. Perhaps forces should be spread out more. If your navy can spare any ships, send them on a southeasterly course towards where West Corinthia and Groznyj meet.

Since you won't have to worry about submarines or other enemy ships coming up on your positions, you should bring a few carriers and anti-aircraft ships. If, in the remote chance that Hataria comes up behind us, somebody should be there, but just in case.

Don't worry. You won't be alone out there. There will be West Corinthian ships in the area. The Germanian Empire is also sending a fleet of ships to assist. I will ask that they join you in the defense of our Eastern Front.

This is Admiral Augustine over and out.

Transmission ended.

"Comrade commander," said one of the Tunguska's crew, "now that the Legions are just two hours away, can we please shoot that damn Psy-War plane down?"
"May as well," sighed the Tunguska's commander, "after all, it's not as though we'll be around much longer."
"Consider it done, comrade."

The Tunguska-M locked onto the broadcasting plane with ease, and, scant seconds later, blasted it from the sky in a hail of 30mm cannon shells.

"Comrade commander," said one of the Tunguska's crew, "now that the Legions are just two hours away, can we please shoot that damn Psy-War plane down?"
"May as well," sighed the Tunguska's commander, "after all, it's not as though we'll be around much longer."
"Consider it done, comrade."

The Tunguska-M locked onto the broadcasting plane with ease, and, scant seconds later, blasted it from the sky in a hail of 30mm cannon shells.

OOC: Now wait just a darn minute!

You aren't allowed to RP whether or not you shot down my plane! Besides, I'm so damn high up in the air that your shells would fall back down to earth and not even get close!

IC:

135,000 feet over Buddenovsk.

"Colonial!" said the co-pilot of the EB-180 Stargazer that was overlooking the city. "The Atopianans! I think they're trying to shoot at us!"

Sure enough an Atopianan craft was firing at the Stargazer. But due to the bomber's height in the sky, the shells didn't even get close. Gravity pulled them back down to earth.

"All right" the Colonial growled. "That's it."

He switched on the radio and set it to a frequency which everyone could hear.

"Attention all allied forces! An Atopianan craft has attempted to fire upon aircraft of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough! Repeat! The Atopianans have opened fire on peacekeeping forces!"

OOC: I'll RP the helicopter in a bit.
The team led by Bradley was quiet and nervous. The warhead was nowhere to be found, as were the West Corinthians.
However, fighting in urban areas and buildings were the Guards's speciality, and it looked they outnumbered the Corinthians.
They had decided to head into the lower section, while Ayanami and Vlasov would explore the upper areas.
Going down a set of stairs, Bradley noticed a set of stairs that looked like it led in a large room.
Signalling the men to stop, Bradley stood there and thought.
He picked out three Blackwolfs and ordered to go down and see if there was an ambush.

To: President Urmev, Groznyj
From: Prince William, Wilhelmsborough

Good day to you, Mr. President. I'm sorry that we have not had the apportunity to speak directly throughout this peacekeeping endeuvour.

This Hatarian situation is troubling to me, as I'm sure it is to you. After all, we do not like it when Imperialists come knocking on our doors, wanting to take our lands and territories just because they suddenly get the whim to do so.

Mr. President, if the Hatarians are able to establish a presence in the Black Sea, it could spell trouble for all of us. The Hatarians are powerful and widespread. Just one country fighting them is not enough. Every nation in this region must come together to drive off this menace if we are to survive.

I ask of you Sir, to please assume a high state of readiness. Mobilize your ground forces. Deploy your navy to key locations including port cities and the Aegean Sea. And finally, increase air patrols over your country (make sure that your fighters are heavily armed. The Hatarians could strike at any moment which is convenient for them).

All of the nations of this region-Communist Revolution, Discordia, Groznyj, The Germanian Empire, West Corinthia, and Wilhelmsborough-Together we could be a force that could defeat Hataria and make them think twice about ever coming after our lands again! But we can only do so if we can stand together for a common goal.

President Urmev, will you stand with us?

-Prince William Kennedy
Principality of Wilhelmsborough
Black Sea

"Sounded like gunfire coming from inside the city. They were shooting at that plane." the messenger came running into Captain Sergei's tent.

Captain Stukov smiled, and rushed out of the tent to view his Paladins, already aiming for vital targets in Buddenovsk. "The Atopianans have engaged our allies, and forfeit their deadline. All batteries, commence fire!" he addressed his men.

A cheer went up from thousands of West Corinthian troops as they boarded tanks and APCs. The Paladins unleashed a barrage of artillery shells aimed for known enemy positions, and where civilian casualties were lowest.

Heavy tanks in the lead, the armor rolled towards the city, guns at the ready.

"Get me command, inform them of the recent development and tell them to launch the attack helicopters." Captain Stukov was pleased beyond measure.

The other division behind Buddenovsk remained in cover to cut off any potential retreat from the city.

The Hatarians soon deicided to stop their Offenseive, to give the enemy some time to defeat The Atopianans, but Hatarian Planes would be kept at The Air Base, ready for next time.

The CF-17s circling over Buddenovsk immediately noticed the West Corinthian drive into Atopian Buddenovsk.

"Rido this is Rover Two One. Corinthian armour approaching the buffer zone."

"Roger Rover Two One. You know the drill."

"Copy Fido. Rover Two One out."

The patrol quickly assumed offensive formations with a squadron diving down to buzz the tanks, letting them know they were being warned.

"Rover Two Two reporting artillery fire. Over"

"Engage Two Two. Engage."

The second patrol, which was just arriving on scene had to fly over the West Corinthian guns on thier way to Buddenovsk, immediately dove for the West Corinthian artillery. Cannon fire rained down from the sky as a bomb or two from a couple of the planes dropped down into the area of the batteries.

Back behind the Saint Fedskian lines the rest of the formation scrambled to take to the air and were thirty minutes out. The eighty CF-17s would just have to hold on until another four hundred could arrive on scene.

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"ALL HANDS REPORT TO BATTLESTATIONS" The loud speakers on board the ships blared.

Up in the sky above the fleets, two hawkeyes and an E-3 were keeping an eye on situation. So far no hostile aircraft had been reported over Buddenovsk, but that was not to rule out the chance of them taking off shortly.

The cruisers prepare for cruise missile strikes while destroyers and frigates prepared to challenge any aircraft and vessels that came too close to the fleet. Below the surface, the Nessies armed their cruise missiles while the Dolphins prepared their torpedoes. If the West Corinthians even motioned to attack a Commonwealth unit, there would be hell to pay.

Kahanistan

Sirens blared at the temporary Saint Fedskian base in Kahanistan. Stationed there were three bomber wings, one wing each of B-1bs, B-2s and B-52s. Should there be an attack on Saint Fedskian personnel, the bombers would be ordered to strike targets of strategic importance in West Corinthia and if need be, Londim.

Over Groznyj
Two CB-17s had already taken to their air and were now entering Groznyj air space with an escort of 40 CF-17s and 20 Lu-45 Hawks from the First Commonwealth Fleet.


ooc: I'm at work. Will add a more detailed post when I get home

Lieutenant Grifit was in the tent when a message came through on his radio:



"Attention all allied forces! An Atopianan craft has attempted to fire upon aircraft of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough! Repeat! The Atopianans have opened fire on peacekeeping forces!"

It ws time. The deadline had been forfeited and Atopiana had sealed its fate as soon as the first shot had been fired. He radoed through to all the soldiers.

"Its time people. I'm sure you all got the message so I say we engage. Her are the orders. Infantry in full armour to split into four groups each consisting of 1000 soldiers. Each group will enter from a different part of the city. Group 1 enter from the south, group 2 the north, group 3 the west and group 4 the east. Your mission is to destabilize the Atopian forces and drive them out of the city and to also help the West Corinthian civilians. Tanks are to follow behind the infantry. Take out those damn anti aircraft guns. One those are down 100 of our Typhoons will engage any hostile aircraft. Remember the Saint Fedski lot are now our enemy due to their somewhat warped sense that Atopiana are allies. So take them out to if you can. Move it move it move it!!!!

The soldiers let out a loud cheer they had been bored for ages and finally now they were going to get some action.

Persepolis Palace

The Shah of Parthia sat on the cushions of the harem, still working on a last few matters of buisness before relaxing for the last few hours of the day. His last piece, a single envelope to the war minister, put Parthia again on the war footing, providing the order to mobilize divisions for a direct strike from Iran into Turkey in assistance of Hatarian aims.

Over 150 Mechanized Infantry and 20 Armored divisions, along with several air forces, would be deployed to Tabriz and Illam for an invasion of Turkey, a massive blitzkrieg into the West Corinthian heart which would utterly defeat them.

Hataria would soon be assisted by another ally.

Persepolis Palace

The Shah of Parthia sat on the cushions of the harem, still working on a last few matters of buisness before relaxing for the last few hours of the day. His last piece, a single envelope to the war minister, put Parthia again on the war footing, providing the order to mobilize divisions for a direct strike from Iran into Turkey in assistance of Hatarian aims.

Over 150 Mechanized Infantry and 20 Armored divisions, along with several air forces, would be deployed to Tabriz and Illam for an invasion of Turkey, a massive blitzkrieg into the West Corinthian heart which would utterly defeat them.

Hataria would soon be assisted by another ally.

From: Her Imperial Highness, Empress Neherenia of The Imperial Republic of Hataria
To: The Shah of Parthia.

We thank you for your Help and we will Help you by Sending 400,000 Hatarian Stormtroopers to help With our Invasion.

Soto Katumuri and Howard Britaria had put in a long day. They and the other engineers had distributed about 3 tons of food and supplies to the people who were here. There were some pinched faces, and the Atopians weren't helping. In addition, those goddamn countries weren't helping with their aggresiveness. There had been rumors that the Emperor had ordered mobilization by the others, but it was a bit hazy.
Howard and Soto both despised the Atopians, as did all the other engineers. Communists were scum, the scum of the earth. Well, them and Muslims.
Still, it was a job, and it paid.
The two sat down for a meal in a park. Katamuri started munching on onigiri, while Britaria took a nap.
They never even heard the stray artillery shell hit them directly.

To: Lieutenant Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Atopiana

This is the last warning Lieutenant: DO NOT ENGAGE IN COMABT WITH ATOPIANA. Failure to head this warning WILL, and I stress will, put thousands of Londimian soldiers and civilians at risk. Our response will not be a half-assed measure of retaliation. It will be a serious confrontation. I suggest you talk to your superiors before you lead your nation into a conflict it cannot win.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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Over the past week, three division began arriving in Kahanistan with the final elements arriving today.

Secret IC
"General Lynds" Larrissa answered her call on the bridge of the SFS Girardi.

"General. The final phase of the deployment has been completed. The thirty first, thirty second and thirty third divisions have arrived in Kahanistan and are at your disposal." It was Superior General Kevin Pentz, Commander in Chief of the Army and assistant head of the Defence Staff.

"Thank you Sir"

"What is the current situation?"

"The West Corinthians have just made an advancement to Buddenovsk. Two air groups are en route to secure the skies and attack the armour and artillery. We expect a report any minute now from the two patrols that are currently engaged."

"What about the army?"

"The nineteenth division has just arrived in Kulevi and Poti and is advancing North to Ochamchira. The eighteenth division is currently split between Batumi and Kobuleti, with elements attached to thirty-fourth division which has advanced to Lanchkhuti and has begun the move towards Samtredi. The twenty-fifth division is due to be air lifted into Vani as soon as General Svenson is within ten kilometers of Samtredi. General Neferirkare Kakai's thirty-fifth division is moving inland to Senaki."

"Very good. What about the first and second divisions?"

"Sir the first and second are still on board their transports. They will be moving inland once enough room has been made. The tenth and twelfth marines will have just landed in Batumi and will takeover occupation duties from the eighteenth and twenty-fifth."

"Sounds like you have it under control General."

"Thank you sir. I don't envision any land action any time soon. There are no major hostile forces nearby. There are elements from West Corinthia and Wilhelmsborough but they are otherwise occupied or static."

"The Security Council has authorized my request for a short tour of West Corinthia. I will be arriving in three days for my inspection of the front."

"Sir I must warn you that if it gets too intense here, I will not allow you in my theatre."

"I understand General. The office calls me however. Keep my updated."

"Yes sir" Larissa replied before hanging up the phone.

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Up to date Military Strength in West Corinthia (and area).
[ooc: If you need post references for the troop movements, just ask for the ones you need and I can provide them]
MAP (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/fedoraja/SFAdvances2.jpg)

Army
1st Commonwealth Division
2nd Commonwealth Division
18th Commonwealth Infantry Division
19th Commonwealth Division
25th Commonwealth Division
34th Commonwealth Armoured Division
35th Commonwealth Armoured Division

Total soldiers: 83,721
Total armour: 3,640
Total artillery: 590
Total attack helicopters: 440

Navy
1st Commonwealth Fleet
2nd Commonwealth Fleet
5th Commonwealth Fleet
10th Commonwealth Marine Division
12th Commonwealth Marine Division

Total combat aircraft: 1584 (CF-17) + 80 (Lu-45 Hawk) = 1664
Total marines: 12,400

Air Force
I Expeditionary Air Group
III Expeditionary Air Group
II Group (Fighter)
IV Group (Fighter)
81st Commonwealth Airborne Division
82nd Commonwealth Airborne Division

Total combat aircraft: 1690
Total soldiers: 4212
Total armour: 400
Total artillery: 20


Based in Kahanistan
Army
31st Commonwealth Division
32nd Commonwealth Division
33rd Commonwealth Division

Total soldiers: 30,663
Total armour: 1200
Total artillery: 210
Total attack helicopters: 180

Navy
60 CF-17s
4 E-2C Hawkeyes
4 S-3B Vikings

Air Force
Fox Wing - Bomber
40 B-1B Lancers

Crow Wing - Bomber
40 B-52 Stratofortresses

Elements of Shadow Wing - Bomber
10 B-2 Spirits

Elements of Falcon Wing - Nuclear Bomber
3 CBN-17s

Northern Border of West Corinthia, German International Railway, Command Car
The 1st Panzergrenadier division had just crossed the northern border into the war-torn nation of West Corinthia. The long armored train snaked its way across the hilly countryside, moving south quickly enough to deny the ten-thousand soldiers mounted among it a satisfactory view of the first country that had felt the tramp of German boots in over fifty years.

Riding in a forward car, hitched between two anti-aircraft cars, was the General who had been given control if this operation, his name was Gunnar von Fritzholf, who was better known as the Duke of Brunswick. He was raised to command loyalty and confidence, and had been serving with these troops, most of which were raised from his home province, for over five years. This would be their first combat encounter, but they were well trained and confident, and Gunnar had full faith in their abilities.

Unfortunately, he had just been altered to a new fold in the already confused situation. The nation of The Parthians, whose borders he and his division had been riding not twenty miles from only an hour ago, had just declared a state of war against the West Corinthian people. This would be messy. "Was wünschen diese infernal Araber hier irgendwie? Er macht wenig, sie ist minderwertige Barbaren, ihre Gründe könnte nicht von gelehrten Völkern verstanden werden aus..." Gunnar was complaining both to himself, and to the three of his six regimental Colonels, or Obersts, who were currently riding with him. They all knew their probable fate, at the hands of such overwhelming odds. Sure, they had called for reinforcements, but they would not arrive for another four days, sure, the German people were superior to the southern barbarians, but the numerical advantage was insurmountable. They faced near certain defeat.

Accompanying this division were three-thousand Panther II E main battle tanks, one thousand Tiger II G heavy battle tanks, five hundred Flammpanzer VI flame tanks, fifteen hundred Sd Kfz 433 half-tracked armored personnel carriers, as well as a large number of other support vehicles, including Sd Kfz 451/2C mortar carriers, Sd Kfz 451/18C urban support half-tracks, Hummel IV self-propelled howitzers, Wespe II self-propelled howitzers, and a host of other self-propelled and supporting stationary artillery pieces.

This division was heading at full speed towards the capital of West Corinthia, where they would take up defensive positions in the city, making an effort to keep the peace at least there. Once entrenched, the two armored recognizance battalions would begin patrols of the surrounding countryside, accompanied by artillery spotters to reconnoiter the nearby area and making preparations to defend the city. Any areas on heavy fighting near the city now or in the future would be avoided if possible. The coming attack had to be met with full forces available, nothing was expendable in this conflict.

This country was in severe danger of boiling over, and when it did, the Fatherland was within missile distance, and the Kaiser was not in a mood to test his air defenses. The 1st Panzergrenadier was deployed to prevent that spillover. Hopefully they would do their duty well.

"Damned be Saint Fedski!" Captain Stukov walked briskly back to his tent, seeming to ignore the explosion that erupted as a Paladin exploded 50 yards away. "I knew they were stupid, but they must be crazy!" he picked up a radio to communicate with his men. "Why don't I hear missiles launching from the AA's?"

"But...they're Saint Fedski...." was a nervous reply.

"They're killing your friends as we speak! Take them down!"

"Yes, sir." the voice was infinitely more confident. Moments later, guided rockets streamed out of the AA missile emplacements. The firing required no stop for reloading as each Smerch AA carried multiple launching tubes.

Next, Stukov radioed to the nearby city of Mozdok. "I hope those Gripens are airborne."

"Roger, Captain. They launched when you ordered the assault on Buddenovsk. Count is 250, ETA 15 minutes."

"Good.I want you to scrape together another 100 and have them launch as soon as they can."

"That could take half an hour."

"Do it, there's no telling when the bastards will back off."

Several APCs stopped, unloading their soldiers. APCs always stored a Stinger rocket or two, in case of an aerial attack. The soldiers quickly fired the APCs' complements of Stingers before hopping back aboard and continuing into Buddenovsk.

Troops heading into Buddenovsk:

3 Divisions:

~100,000 Hoplites
~500 WC-Czar MBTs
~250 WC-Challenger 3 MBTs
~5,000 WC-Stryker APCs
~2,000 WC-Warrior IFVs
~25 WC-M52 Tank Destroyers

Camped outside Buddenovsk:

~10,000 Hoplites
~100 M109A7 Paladin Artillery
~150 WC-Czar MBTs
~1,000 Smerch AAs

Hidden behind Buddenovsk:

~1 full Hoplite division

Location: Kydonia

Prince Aleksei was furious. "I can't even retake one of our own cities without turning one of our allies against us. We'll give them a chance to break off the engagement. The SECOND they escalate this, I want an invasion of the lands they hold along the coast."

"Perhaps you should try to resolve this diplomatically?" Captain Garonov suggested. "After all, they're more valuable as a peacekeeper than as another Atopiana. They're stronger than Atopiana too."

"You know what, you're right." Prince Aleksei tried to seem calm and relaxed.

"I will contact Saint Fedski." Field Marshal Chenko interrupted. "I've been sitting around the palace for days now, I need to do this." he walked away, leaving both the Prince and Captain Garonov still on edge.

~Transmission to Saint Fedski~

I love my country, and what I ask of you now is only to keep the peace between us. We know that you have attacked Captain Stukov's position, and that the attack is continuing as we speak. We will not hesitate to defend ourselves from this attack.

My message brings with it a warning. There is a saying we learn in military college in West Corinthia; 'the unwelcome peacekeeper is no better than an invader.' Such became of Atopiana, and such you are in serious danger of becoming. You must not escalate the situation any further! Recall your planes, and for the love of the Czar, don't send any reinforcements! Like his father, Prince Aleksei is an irritable young man. He has already expressed a desire to expell you from West Corinthia, but I temporarily convinced him to let diplomacy resolve the situation.

If you end this futile attempt to defend Atopiana, and let us reclaim our city, we may not be forced to take action against you. If you do not heed this message, I cannot guarantee what actions we may take in order to restore our country.

Buddenovsk is a West Corinthian city. Diplomacy has failed, and Atopiana is being punished. Don't bring yourself down with them.

-Field Marshal Chenko

The fifty B-52s and one hundred Su-37 Terminators raced stormed through the air in a rage, as they flew back towards Buddenovsk.

The General leading the attack was pissed off. "After we gave them so many chances to leave. After we restrain ourselves from attacking they pull this shit!!"

"But now that they did, this, their protection is all but gone. After all, according to Saint Fedski's convoluted logic, if the Atopianans attack peacekeepers, then the peacekeepers are obligated to retaliate."

"But West Corinthia isn't?" a colonial replied. "Gimme a fucking break."

"Like I said. Their logic is convoluted."

On the distant horizon, the small town of Buddenovsk slowly appeared. The pilots of the fighters and bombers steeled themselves for what was ahead.

The General switched the radio to broad frequency.

"Attention West Corinthian forces. Do not attack! As they have attacked only peacekeeping forces, the peacekeeping forces alone, which are Wilhelmsborough and Saint Fedski are obligated to retaliate. And that is what Wilhelmsborough is happening right now!"

He continuesd. "I know that you have wanted to crush these invaders for a long time now! I also know that you have been frustrated, even enraged by the fact that Saint Fedski would hold you back! Well now there will be immediate military action! But we must ask you to hold on for just a little while longer! Our forces have nearly arrived, we can see the city from here!"

The General finished. "Just remember: Saint Fedski's zone of protection only extends around the city of Buddenovsk itself! But once the Atopianans start fleeing the city, that my dear friends, is when it will be open season on the anarchist scum!"

"Now please! Let us, the peacekeepers from Wilhelmsborough, retaliate against the Atopianans for attacking our jet! My God! The city is so close!"

The jets and bombers shot closer and closer towards the occupied city.

To: Lieutenant Grifit
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Atopiana

This is the last warning Lieutenant: DO NOT ENGAGE IN COMABT WITH ATOPIANA. Failure to head this warning WILL, and I stress will, put thousands of Londimian soldiers and civilians at risk. Our response will not be a half-assed measure of retaliation. It will be a serious confrontation. I suggest you talk to your superiors before you lead your nation into a conflict it cannot win.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

Grifit read the letter and anger boiled inside him.

"Who the hell do they think they are?! Even telling West Corinthia to leave the Atopianians alone. What kind of stupid idiot is in charge of Saint Fedski? Anyone would think that Saint Fedski was carrying out an invasion...invasion? It can't be can it? Shit it might be. Better get in contact with the other peacekeepers and also reply to this idiot."

To: General Larissa Lynds

What is your purpose here? For a peacekeeping nation you're sure acting very hostile to the other peacekeepers. I question your priorities. Even attacking the nation that is trying to rebuild yourself. I think it's decision time General. You're either with us or against us. And by the way I am getting these orders from High Command. If a conflict does arise you think we will be the only ones fighting? Do you forget West Corinthia, Wilhelmsbourg and Gronzj? Surely you cannot take us all on. As I said before its decision time.

Signed
Lieutenant Grifit
Londim Armed Forces



To: Wilhelmsbourgh, West Corinthia and Gronzj.

I have my suspicions that Saint Fedski may be an undercover invading force. I may be wrong but I want to alert you to the possibility and be on high alert in case this turns out to be true. In y opinion they are to aggresive to be a peacekeeping nation and that is where my suspicions arise as well as them protecting an invader.

Signed
Lieutenant Grifit
Londim Armed Forces

The West Corinthian rockets rocketed into the air, past some CF-17s and into others.

"I'm hit! I'm hit!" A pilot shouted over the radio just before his plane exploded.

"We've lost 'Printer'" Another pilot shouted as he witnessed the plane trailing flame a smoke before blowing into a thousand pieces.

"Eject Logger! Eject!"

The canopy shot off the aircraft as a seat rocketed up into the sky before slowing then reversing its direction and falling away from the pilot, who deployed his parachute as the seated accelerated to the ground.

"Rex One you have incoming hostiles. Acknowledge."

"Copy Fido. Incoming hostiles. Amount?"

"At least eighty. Ten minutes out."

"Roger."

Rex was the call sign for the air combat ready fighters, while Rover was the call sign for aircraft geared primarily for ground attack. Another call sign, Pelican, referred to those that were armed for anti-shipping and anti-submarine combat.

"Rex Three Two reporting. ETA ten minutes to target zone. Repeat: Rex Two Three ten minutes out. Over"

"Roger Three Two." Rex One replied.

The Rex's that were already flying south over Buddenovsk flew up into the blew sky as they passed over the city.

Four fighters had already been lost as they attacked the West Corinthian armour and artillery without mercy. Bombs screamed as they fell towards the artillery. Missiles sizzled and streaked as they departed the wings of the fighters and blasted towards the tanks. As they closed in on the West Corinthians, the 25mm cannons barked as shells bursted out of the barrels towards armoured personnel carriers, infantry fighting vehicles, trucks, jeeps and troop formations.

In ten minutes, the West Corinthian fighters would arrive, as would the Saint Fedskian. A massive brawl was all but bound to happen. The larger, more heavily armed, air superiority fighters that were the Grippens against the tiny, quick and agile multi-role fighers that were the numerically superior CF-17s.

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A RC-135 RIVET JOINT circled a wide area along side of a E-767 AWACS. The RC-135's mission was to perform electonic surveillance of radio communications throughout the theatre. One its abilities, and a significant plus, was its ability to locate the source of such signals. This ability proves invaluable as the unsuspecting 'victim' doesn't have a clue until they are hit by an extremely accurate strike.

"Ear to Fido. Major Communications center located at coordinates XXXXXXXXX."

"Roger Ear."

"Additional signals located at XXXXXXXXX and XXXXXXXXX"

"Copy. Keep in touch Ear. Fido out."

"I assume that the major center is the West Corinthian HQ."

"That would be a good assumption General" Vice-Admiral Mike Bradley replied. "Judging by the location of the second set, it can assumed that it is an artillery fire control station or a mobile radar station."

"I agree Mike." The General replied with a definite tone of distance. "We know the third set is definitely a fire control station though. That is in the general vicinity of where Rover Two Two engaged the artillery."

"General, may I suggest a priority attack on the second option. If it is a radar station, our air force can gain a definite advantage over the West Corinthians if they are blind."

"Suggestion approved. Prepare two missiles for target two and one each for targets one and three."

"Yes ma'am" The Admiral replied as he hurried to issue the coordinates and the fire command.

Within a minute or so later, the hissing of the four cruise missiles taking off from the cruisers could be heard across the fleet.

"Eyes and Ear, breakfast in bed for four." This call let the AWACS and the RIVET JOINT know that four missiles had been fired at the targets.

"Roger." Came the reply. "Will advise. Eyes out."

It would take the four missiles a little under forty minutes to reach their targets five hundred kilometers away.

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To: The Wilhelmsborough General (ooc: sorry, I forgot his/her name)
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Attack

The peacekeeping Armed Forces of Wilhelmsborough have the right to retaliate against a hostile enemy as do the Armed Forces of Saint Fedski. However, we shall refrain from attacking the hostile Atopians as you are more than capable of doing that yourselves. We cannot ask you to stop or can we ask you to give them another break, we can however ask that you do your best to minimize civilian casualties and maximize military casualties while limiting your initial reaction. To aid you in your endeavour, we will provide you with relevant information regarding the Atopian positions and leadership.

The best of luck,

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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To: Field Marshall Chenko
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Unwelcome Peacekeeprs

Field Marshall, no disrespect intended but you have been around the block. You know the workings of operations. The Commonwealth is sworm to protect the lives of innocents and the ensure their protection from military operations. The Armed Forces of Wilhelmsborough will deal with Atopian hazard. A West Corinthian assault will bring further chaos and hamper any attempt at peace. A West Corinthian assault on a larger urban center will also bring innocent lives to an end which is the main reason for the Saint Fedskian action.

For as long as a large population remain in Buddenovsk, the Commonwealth will enforce the buffer zones and defend the city from such assaults. The irony to this situation is the attack by Wilhelmsborough. A loop hole in Saint Fedskian peacekeeping policy allows peacekeepers to return fire. No specific regulations regarding the presence of civilians have been introduced. I can assure you though that following this action, the loophole will be closed, tight.

To further demonstrate our desire to keep civilian casualties to an absolute minimum, the Commonwealth will retaliate to the first offensive West Corinthian action against the Commonwealth only with precision strikes by smart weapons including but not limited to cruise missiles, laser guided bombs, and ballistic missiles. In addition to a Saint Fedskian response, a response by Wilhelmsborough and Communist Revolution may be appropriate.

However, offensive action directed towards Buddenovsk, or any peacekeeping unit within West Corinthia by the forces of Londim or Groznyj will result in an immediate retalitory strike against said nations' military capabilities, both in West Corinthia and within the respective nations.

Let us hope, and pray that the leadership of West Corinthia makes the best choice, the choice that ends the conflict immediately.

Your's truly,

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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"Fido to Rex and Rover" Came the voice of General Lynds over the radio.

"Rex copy"

"Rover copy"

"Friendly combat aircraft from W'borough en route. Do not engage. I repeat. Do not engage."

"Roger" Rover replied quickly.

"Request permission to engage if engaged."

"Permission denied. Do not engage. That is firm."

"Roger" Rex replied with a tone of relief.

OFFICIAL MESSAGE

Chief Conspirator W. Kong

The Conspiracy of Communist Revolution sincerely regrets the acts of violence that have taken place over the last couple of hours. It is the official position of the Conspiracy to remain neutral at all times.

The Conspiracy recognizes the right of peacekeepers to control the situation and engage any hostile force when necessary to achieve a peaceful solution.

The Conspiracy takes pride in the belief held by Saint Fedsky and Wilhesmborough that an attack on one segment of the peacekeeping team is an attack on the entire team. The Conspiracy will keep this value in mind should the violence escalate.

The Conspiracy does not condone needless attacks on civilian centers by a combative participant. The Conspiracy does not condone preemptive attack by peacekeeping or policing forces.

The Conspiracy recognizes the right to self defence so long as all attempts are made to properly guarantee the saftey and security of those neutral to the conflict.

The Conspiracy strongly condems the actions of both Atopianians and the West Corinthians. The Conspiracy also condems, but understands, the overtly hostile actions taken by Saint Fedski in trying to restore peace.

It is the belief of the Conspiracy that peace cannot be forced upon to warring nations. Both nations must be willing to be subject to an international peace keeping force if lasting peace is to be attained.

The fifty B-52s and one hundred Su-37 Terminators were rapidly approaching the city. Around the area were West Corinthian and Saint Fedskian forces.

"It looks like they're shooting at each other!" said the Colonial.

"Never mind. It can't be helped." said the General grimly.

All of a sudden, the General's pilot saw something.

"General!" he cried. "The Saint Fedskian aircraft is backing away from us!"

Sure enough, as the one hundred and fifty aircraft approached, the small Saint Fedski fighters got out of the way and made room for the Wilhelmsborough jets to pass.

The General grinned. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

The aircraft approached the city rapidly.

"Attention all bombers!" the General radioed. "Prepare to drop the Capsule-Bs on my mark!"

The Su-37s cleared the way, firing air-to-surface missiles at the Atopianans attempting to fire on them.

"All right men!" the General cried out. "DROP 'EM ALL ON!"

The bomb bay doors of the fifty B-52's opened up and released thousands and thousands of blue cilinder-shaped tubes. As the tubes fell down on Buddenovsk, small parachutes opened up on the capsules, softening their fall to the ground.

Those Atopianans gunnery positions that were still around and weren't shooting at the jets turned their fire towards the capsules and tried to blow them out of the sky. But they were so numerous and spread out in the air that the artillery fire had barely any effect.

The first Capsule-Bs came down. But when they touched the ground, they did not explode. The top of the capsules opened up. But poisonous gas or disease was not released.

What came out of those capsules was a sound. A terrible sound that would make anybody hesitate with fear. It was a sound that young children in suburban neighborhoods understood: The sound of buzzing.

And as the Capsule-Bs opened up, the source of that sound made itself known. They flew out of the tubes desperate to escape their confinement.

Desperate and very, very angry.

For out of those tubes came swarms of insects. Insects that hailed from Africa and had conquered South and North America in a matter of decades. They were small, they were quick, and if one was to cross one of them, many more would come to that one's aid.

They were bees. Africanized Killer Bees. And they had just been unleashed upon the Atopianans.

"Fall back to HQ!" the command came over the radio. The radioman then attempted to contact Saint Fedski, "Saint Fedski fighters, break off your attack, our forces are holding."

Captain Stukov immediately stormed over to the radioman. "What!? Fall back? On who's orders?"

"Field Marshal Chenko himself sent the dispatch, here."

Captain Stukov didn't even read the piece of paper handed to him. He crumpled it, tossed it over his shoulder, and sat down, holding his head in his hands. Moments later a missile struck the command tent, sending a plume of smoke into the air.

Nonetheless, the armor had turned and was returning to the camp. A dozen flaming shells of burning tanks or APCs littered the ground leading to Buddenovsk.

The remaining Paladins were quiet, and the Smerch AAs only took shots at aircraft still attacking them.

Captain Filatov hopped out of the first WC-Czar MBT to reach the camp. Medics were just taking bodies out of the remains of the HQ tent on stretchers. "Where is Captain Stukov?" he yelled to a passing medic.

"Dead, sir. Are you Captain Filatov?" the medic asked, with blood splattered on his uniform.

"I am." Captain Filatov answered, shocked by the news.

"You're in command. You'd better let Command know about this shit."

"I understand. Where can I find a working radio with enough range?"

The medic pointed to an intact communications APC under a camo tent.

Location: Kydonia

"I am sorry, m'lord. I gave the order. It was the right thing to do." Pyotr Chenko stood solemnly with his back against the wall, as Prince Aleksei stormed about in front of him.

"Did I approve this order?"

"No, m'lord. In the interest of time-"

"Time?" the Prince interrupted. "Time is more important than my opinions?"

"I meant only to save lives. It's not worth the lives of so many of our soldiers to retake the city. We can still ambush the Atopianans when they are forced out."

"Forced out by others! Dammit! Why can't we retake our own city? I gave an order!"

"I am sorry, m'lord. I will resign if it's your wish."

"You were my father's friend. I couldn't do that to you." the Prince was more calm.

"With all due respect, I'm no longer fit to command the army. I've been indecisive, when we needed to be decisive. I'll stay as an advisor, but I resign as Field Marshal."

"Pyotr, who could ever replace you?"

Captain Garonov was watching the news diligently when Prince Aleksei approached him, holding something. Garonov instantly stood at attention, straightening his uniform as he waited for the Prince to speak.

"Captain Garonov. Field Marshal Chenko has been relieved of duty and recommended you to replace him. Congratulations, Field Marshal Garonov."

Captain Garonov was speechless. He stood, bewildered, as the Prince handed him a medal and walked away.

~Transmission to Saint Fedski~

I must say I am thoroughly annoyed with you. You counter me at every turn, and hound all attempts of restoring order. We cannot even retake our own cities without you standing in our way.

Field Marshal Chenko stopped our attack. I have relieved him of duty for that move. Field Marshal Garonov is now in command of the West Corinthian Army. Chenko will stay on as an advisor and friend of the throne for the rest of his days. For now I will let his ceasefire stand.

I will tell you now that I am seeking reparations for the cost of the tanks you destroyed, as well as monetary relief for the families of the soldiers you killed. Choose to pay or not. But if you will not pay, I will be forced to ask you to cede your occupied lands in West Corinthia to her legal government.

-Prince Aleksei Kotov

The Hatarians at the Parthian air base soon heard it over The Intercom. "Operation Sky Dragon is a Go, Repeat, Sky Dragon is a Go!" the Cons Officer said.

Soon The Poilts were getting on The Planes, 2,000 Planes were soon going into The Air, while The MALIs wre staying till later.

The Air Attack on WC had started.

Delivered to: General Larissa Lynds, Wilhelmsborough
Sent from: FM P. Miller
Re: Coming Ashore

The Conspiracy as been monitoring the situation along the coast very closely and there are no longer any suitable ports for our troop. I must ask our fellow peacekeepers to use their ports and airfields to come ashore.

P. Miller

Only one missile had reached the target, the other three were still en route, albeit, extremely close to their targets when suddenly they disintegrated in balls of flame and smoke. The self-destruct function had been activated.

Transmission to Prince Aleksei Kotov

Of the four cruise missiles that were launched, three were able to be destroyed prior to contact. Unfortunately, one was able to connect. Reports suggest a significant decline radio communication by your forces. It is with my most sincere apologies that this situation had to come to this. I have ordered our aircraft to stand down, how ever, the forty aircraft rotational patrols will remain.

I hope you understand now that the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski is truly serious with its intentions.

As for reparations, you will need to contact any of the following:

Chairwoman Katherine Schleicher
Vice-Chairman Gary Girardi
Secretary General Edward Teach
Minister of Foreign Affairs Robynne Hay

They can help you out with that situation.

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The massive force of CF-17s that were just arriving in Buddenovsk were ordered to return to base. The disappointed pilots were getting used to the fact that as soon as they took off, they'd be recalled. The bombers flying in from Kahanistan were stood down.

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Kobuleti and Poti Airfields

A number of C-141 Starlifters had taken to the runway. Onboard was the 81st Commonwealth Airborne Division. It would attempt a landing outside of Buddenovsk.

~Transmission to Saint Fedski~

Thank you for your quick actions. However, there is another matter at hand. During the engagement, one of your aircraft destroyed a tent containing Captain Stukov. Captain Stukov was an experienced commander and a high-ranking member of the West Corinthian military. As a penalty for his death I must demand that you return one city under your control to the West Corinthian army. I will be contacting those you listed earlier shortly.

-Prince Aleksei Kotov

~Transmission to Robynne Hay, Saint Fedski minister of foreign affairs~

I have been directed by one of your generals to contact you. As you are well aware, forces of Saint Fedski attacked a West Corinthian army base without provocation, killing a high ranking officer and destroying a number of expensive vehicles.

By order of Prince Aleksei Kotov, the West Corinthian government demands reparations in the form of monetary funds to pay for the wrecked equipment and to console the families of those killed. The cost to you will be $75,000,000 NSD to be paid within 2 months of today's date. You must confirm that you will pay within the week, else you will be stripped of all lands you occupy in West Corinthia.

If this happens again, we will not be so forgiving. That is a promise.

-Field Marshal Garonov

To: Prince Aleksei Kotov
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Penalty

After some discussion with my officers, we have decided to forfeit the community of Anaklia, directly west of Zugdidi, on the coast.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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To: Field Marshal Garonov
From: Madam Robynne Hay
Re: Damages

I am not authorized to directly grant reparations. I will bring the issue up at the next cabinet meeting. I cannot promise you anything but I will try.

Your's truly,

[signed]
Robynne Hay
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Commonwealth of Saint Fedski

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To: FM P. Miller
From: General Larissa Lynds
Re: Coming Ashore

The Commonwealth sees no reason why our fellow peacekeepers cannot share our ports. You will be granted four hours per day to use the ports of Poti and Batumi and the airfield in Poti.

[signed]
Larissa Lynds
General
Commander, Commonwealth Armed Forces, West Corinthia

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The Killer Bees flew out of their capsules and took off into the sky over Buddenovsk. After being trapped together in such a small container and then dropped out of an airplane, the bees were very confused, very scared, and very angry.

Over the town they swarmed, thousands upon thousands upon thousands of bees. The sound of their buzzing was enough to drive one mad.

They flew through the streets, down narrow alleyways, and across public commons. The townspeople, already in their homes due to the Atopianan presence, now locked their windows, closed their fireplaces and shoved towels under doors to prevent the Killer Bees from entering.

And then, the swarms came upon the Atopianans. They were attracted by the powerful vibrations of anti-aircraft guns firing into the air. As the bees started descending over the guns, an Atopianan soldier made the inevitable mistake of swatting a bee off his uniform, killing it.

But as the bee died, it released a pheromone into the air, invisible to human senses, but detectable to every bee within 30 meters. That pheromone was a warning, evolved over thousands of years of living in a harsh African environment: The hive was under attack. Kill the invaders!

Enraged, the bees started to swarm around the Atopianans.

The first squadron entered the city when they saw the missiles drop.

"Take Cover!!!!", shouted the Squadron leader Jones. All the soldiers that could quickly entered buildings. Some filled with civilians, others long abandoned. The soldiers who had entered civilian buildings turned to them.

"Stay calm. We are with the Londim peacekeeping forces and here to drive out the Atopianian threat. If any of you need help then we will try our best but for the meantime stay indoors. It seems bombs are being dropped."

Jones waited for a few seconds waiting for the first of the explosions. Nothing. Instead his ears where bombarded with the soub=nd of..

"Buzzing? What the hell is going on?"
He looked out of the nearest window and saw a strange sight. A large cloud of darkness was outside and the buzzing was coming from there.

"Are those bees? What the hell is going on? Private Smige contact base camp telling them the situation."

"Yes sir."

Transmission to Londim base camp

Sir this is Private Smige of the 2nd squadron. We are the first to arrive in the city and are now taking cover in the buildings. This is because there are thousands of beams now right outside that appeared so after missiles were dropped. They must be some kind of new weapon. We urge you to tell the other squadrons to fall back until this threat has cleared

Grift listened to the transmission.
"Bees? It must have been the Wilhelmsbourgh lot. Right I want communications to tell 1st 3rd and 4th sqaudrons to fall back. I'll contact Wilhelmsbourgh.


To: Wilhelmsbourgh

Bees? What are they doing in Buddenovsk? Are they some kind of new super weapon. I need answer immdiatly because I have some of my finest soldiers in the city who were ready to take out Atopiania. Now they're trapped in buildings. How long will this assault by the Bee Squad take?

Signed
Lieutenant Grifit
Londim Armed Forces

"Ear contacting Fido"

"Fido responding"

"Intercept transmitting over."

"Recieving intercept. over."

"Roger Fido. Ear in touch."

General Lynds stood on the bridge of the carrier as the intercepted messages were played on the speakers.

Sir this is Private Smige of the 2nd squadron. We are the first to arrive in the city and are now taking cover in the buildings. This is because there are thousands of beams now right outside that appeared so after missiles were dropped. They must be some kind of new weapon. We urge you to tell the other squadrons to fall back until this threat has cleared

"Fido to Ear One"

"Ear One here."

"Source of intercept Alpha?"

"Source of Alpha appears to be Londimian. As does source Bravo."

"Copy Ear One. Return to base. Ear two will take over."

"Roger Fido. Ear one out."

"So those damned Londimians seem to have entered the buffer zone." The General wondered aloud. "What should we do?"

"We promised an attack. We cannot back down from our position. The Forces of Londim are to be pummled into obscurity." Admiral Mike Bradley had been listening and chipped in his own ideas.

"I agree Admiral. Let's strike."

The second intercept began playing. It was a message to Wilhelmsborough from Londim. There was now considerable proof that Londim had indeed invaded Buddenovsk.

"Prepare Shadow Wing for offensive action against Londim. Air defences and airfields are the priority targets. Elements of Hawk Wing will assist in the neutralization of air defences while elements of Crow will target airfields."

Over Kahanistan

The ten B-2 Spirit stealth bombers comprising Shadow Wing began lifting into the air. They would be refuled over the Black Sea as they headed towards West Corinthia and then Londim. At the same time, fifteen B-52s began taking off and following half an hour later would be the somewhat stealthy supersonic B-1b Lancers who would drive into Londim and decimate the major air defences while the B-2s pounded the more hidden ones and the B-52s levelled airports, airfields and air bases. All aircraft would be sure to remain outside of the Groznyj air space enroute to the Black Sea. The bombers made sure it looked like they were moving to West Corinthia before they changed course and moved in on Londim.

ooc: Londim, I need to know your nations position geographically to West Corinthia and the general area. If you have a map it would be nice.

To: Wilhelmsbourgh

Bees? What are they doing in Buddenovsk? Are they some kind of new super weapon. I need answer immdiatly because I have some of my finest soldiers in the city who were ready to take out Atopiania. Now they're trapped in buildings. How long will this assault by the Bee Squad take?

Signed
Lieutenant Grifit
Londim Armed Forces

Begin Transmission

To: Lieutenant Grifit, Londim Armed Forces
From: Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy, Wilhelmsborough 4th Army Group

I have been ordered by my superiors to respond to your message and answer the questions you have about the situation in Buddenovsk.

First of all, what your soldiers have seen are indeed bees. Africanized Honey Bees, better known in Western culture as "Killer Bees." And yes, it was indeed our B-52s that dropped them from the sky. It's all part of our new military stategy. We call it "Creepy-Crawler Warfare."

Since before the dawn of civilization man has attempted to build bigger, stronger, and more destructive weapons of war. These days it seems that the weapons get larger and more destructive with each passing year.

We here in the Principality saw this pattern and we thought to ourselves: is it really necessary to spend so much money to design a new weapon when it might just end up obsolete within a few years? Why must we continue to design larger weapons of war? What if we could use something smaller and quicker, but just as deadly? Well, fortunately for us, the solution was there for all to see.

Africanized Bees are some of the most vicious social insects in the world. If a predator kills just one of them, then many more will show up, intent on destroying the enemy that threatens the hive.

This is exactly what makes the Killer Bee such a perfect weapon! Why I'm sure that even right now, the Atopianans are getting swarmed and stung all over! They probably can't even focus on their jobs like holding the line or shooting at aircraft because they're trying to get away from the bees! They won't be able to outrun the little bastards because they're so tenacious, that they'll pursue their enemies for over a mile! And in a town like Buddenovsk with is totally overrun with the insects, they probably won't get too far before they succomb to the poison.

They're not superweapons. They're just a swarm of bees. But oh what a swarm! Have you ever tried to shoot a bee with a gun? It's impossible! You might as well be firing into a tidel wave! But this tidel wave is alive and has a nasty disposition.

To fight the killer bees is like fighting nature itself. You simply cannot win.

Fortunately however, your soldiers have nothing to worry about. Just make sure they don't go outside. Though there are probably over a million bees out there, I'm sure that many of them will be dead soon. Remember, stingers get stuck in human skin, and when the bee pulls out, the stinger is ripped out, causing the bee to die.

Also, those are all soldier bees in Buddenovsk. There are no workers, no Drones, and no Queens. There will be no hives popping up in that city. When the bees die, that will be the end of them.

But I know that you don't want your soldiers to stay inside for a long long time. That is why we have already taken the liberty of shipping over our Killer-Bee zappers. They attract the bees with flashing lights and vibrations. When the bees touch the surface, they get electrocuted. Hopefully that'll release the pheromone that causes them all to attack.

Eventually, enough bees will be killed that your men will be able to walk freely throughout the city. But for now, have them stay inside buildings. The zapper in en-route to the city as I speak.

Signed Field Marshal Ivan Trubetskoy
Wilhelmsborough 4th Army Group

End Transmission

*hellbump

Location: Silo 23

Captain Belov was getting nervous. They had heard explosions from above, but had yet to see any of the enemy. Finally they began hearing echoes of whispers from above.

He used hand signals to communicate this information to the other Myrmidons, still holding cover inside the storage room. The storage room was a large room with a high ceiling, filled with large wooden crates. Past the storage room, down a narrow hallway with doors lining either side, led to the missile bay. A control room overlooked the missile bay, which had the camera feeds for the entire silo.

One of the Myrmidons in the control room radioed on a low volume setting to Captain Belov that 3 of the enemy were descending the staircase. Below him, in the missile bay, another Myrmidon worked to dismantle the warheads in the silo. He had already disarmed one warhead, making it inoperable, and was working on a second one.

In the storage room, Captain Belov waited behind a crate and listened for the enemy to come down the stairs. The door to the room was covered from every angle imaginable by Hali-42 assault rifles. Again using hand signals, Captain Belov told his men to wait until the enemy were out of sight of their friends before silently taking them out.

The door to storage room even had a block of C4 on it. A Myrmidon at the rear of the storage room held the trigger. Now they waited for the enemy to come inside.

Location: West Corinthian airspace

A patrol of three Gripens monitored one small section of West Corinthian airspace. "You want to hear a joke?" one pilot radioed to the other two.

"Sure, there's nothing up here anyway. Go ahead."

The pilot started, "In East Corinthia, one of our pilots was shot down during the war there. He bailed out, but broke nearly every bone in his body. The East Corinthians had to amputate his left arm, so he requested that they send it back to his airfield in Kydonia. They did so, and mailed the arm back to Kydonia. A week later, they had to amputate his right leg. He made the same request, mail it back to Kydonia. The next week, they amputated his other arm-"

"Is this going anywhere?" Major Berezin interrupted.

"Let me finish. The pilot asks them to mail his other arm back to West Corinthia. They Easterners say no. He asks them why they won't do it, since they mailed all his other amputated parts back. They answer, 'we think you are trying to escape!"

The other pilot in the patrol laughed, but Major Berezin didn't seem impressed.

"What's wrong, Major? That was a great joke!"

"I guess it's just this war. It should be over, but because of Saint Fedski and Atopiana, we still have to come up here every day looking for hostiles. I have half a mind to find the nearest Saint Fedskian military base and ram this jet straight into it."

Something on his dashboard began beeping. "New orders from command!" he radioed the other planes. "The Prince has just ordered that airspace be closed to Saint Fedski. 'Any Saint Fedski aircraft seen entering West Corinthian airspace are to be warned to leave, and then fired upon if they do not comply.' This is more like it! Let's get back to our patrol, and keep your eyes open for planes."

OOC: Are those planes actually entering my airspace or diverting at the last minute kind of thing?

Near West Corinthian Air Space.

The 2,000 Planes were now entering enemy airspace and they were going to head for the enemy Capital of Kydonia. They were to Bomb Military Targets in and around The City and Blast The Government Buildings to ruins. 1,000 Bombers would be good against what The enemy had and with 1,000 Fighters escoruting them, The enemy would be in for a fight.

OOC: What direction are you attacking from Hataria? So I know what you'll be passing along the way to get to Kydonia.

Major Yuri Berezin was the first to pick up bogies on his long-range radar. "Are you picking this up?" he quickly radioed the other planes in his squadron.

"Affirmitive. Large formation of bogies. Presumed hostile. I'm notifying command."

"There are so many. My radar can't even tell how many. One thing's sure, they outnumber us about 1,000 to 1. Let's fall back and meet up with reinforcements."

Every airfield in West Corinthia was notified within seconds. Being wartime, planes were already armed and fueled, ready to scramble into the air. Given the size of the hostile force, they would need to launch whatever they could spare.

AA defensive grids came online in every major city. Kydonia itself was armed to the teeth, being the staging point of all military actions in the country.

Within minutes every airfield was launching planes to counter the hostile threat. Thousands of Gripens were on scramble alert and putting to the air by the dozen. A few dozen of the prototype WC-Corsairs put to the skies as well, a customization of the Gripen with enhanced payload capacity and increased maneuvarability.

3,000 Gripens were launched from various cities in West Corinthia, with another 2,000 on standby. 36 WC-Corsairs would guard Kydonia as a last defense, seeing as it was the likely target of any attack.

Prince Aleksei didn't let his face show his concern. He was confident in the abilities of his air force to counter any threat. To reassure himself, he quickly glaned outside the palace window, where missile batteries were monitoring the skies and looking for targets. From any point in the country, it would take a while to reach Kydonia. "Get me a phone, and connect me to the other peacekeepers. They need to be notified."

Near Bosporus Strait, Imperial German Navy, SMS Bayern
Admiral Erich Müller was standing in his cruisers communications room, a box of reinforced metal directly below the bridge, accessible via elevator. From here he could see that his flotilla was nearing a large naval presence, apparently something was occupying the Bosporus Strait, which he needed the get to West Corinthia. He didn't blame them, it was probably some Corinthians there, and in this time of conflict, they could not be too careful.

Erich turned to his head communications officer, a wide pale-skinned man known as Francis, although the Admiral had not yet learned this.

"Ihr dort, schicken Offizier, eine kurze Kommunikation zu diesen fremden Schiffen. Informieren Sie sie über unseren Zweck und Zahlen. Und seien Sie über sie, sie kann eine feindliche Flotte von uns erwarten schnell." The Admiral, before hearing a response, ducked from the end of the room out and into the large elevator waiting for him. As he began to rise, bound for the bridge, Francis responded.

"Ja geehrter Herr Admiral, Getriebe bereit."

The message was sent to whomever it was in the strait, in the English language, as well as German and Russian. A response was eagerly awaited, while the fleet itself continued moving forward at half speed.


To: Ships of the Bosporus
From: SMS Bayern, Imperial German Navy

We are a fleet of the Imperial German Navy, and would like to approach the nation of West Corinthia for peacekeeping and defensive operations. It is to our disadvantage to allow this destabilizing action to continue. Please allow us passage.




OOC: Sorry, last post was under wrong name

The three Blackwolf Guards nervously strode into the large room.
They figured there was a large ambush, so they didn't know what to do.
One groped for a grenade and pulled the pin the minute they were out of sight.
Meanwhile, Bradley gave hand signals to put 6 of his RPG men into a line facing the staircase.
Regulars stood before them in case anything went wrong.
Vlasov and Ayanami continued to search detsroying everything. It was apparent to both teams that the warhead was below them.

Captain Belov gave the kill signal. Only three Myrmidons fired. One shot each. One shot for each enemy in the room, that was all they needed. While their silenced weapons hid their locations, that live grenade was another problem. There was nothing they could do about it, but they knew that the enemy knew they were walking into an ambush. That fact no longer needed to be hidden. But with so many crates in the room, it would extremely difficult to locate the Myrmidons hidden on top of and among them.

When a stronger assault came through, they would blow the C4 charge on the door.

In the missile bay, another warhead was disarmed...

Bradley gave two fingers, then quickly switched to three.
The RPGS fired one salvo of grenades into the room.
Bradley himself raised his palm, and then ducked out.
Picking up the radio, he ran to a spot where he couldn't be heard.
"Vlasov, it's Bradley. I've found them."
"Where?"
"Downstairs. Get Ayanami. This going to be ugly. Ambush."
"Are we going to-"
"Yes."
"That's always fun."

OOC: HOLY CRAP! I had no idea that you two were the same person!

IC:

Location: Bosporus Strait
1st Fleet

Though the foreign fleet might not have realized it, their presence had been noticed as soon as they had entered the Aegean Sea. The one hundred EB-180 Stargazers tracked the ships as they passed through the Dardanelles, passing on their movements to the 1st Fleet and Armada One. As they were not Hatarian, the bombs did not attack. They exercised remarkable restraint as the unknown navy approached.

And now, they were in the Bosporus, facing down the might of the 1st Fleet. In the CIC of the flagship Iron Maiden, a message came in over the radio:

To: Ships of the Bosporus
From: SMS Bayern, Imperial German Navy

We are a fleet of the Imperial German Navy, and would like to approach the nation of West Corinthia for peacekeeping and defensive operations. It is to our disadvantage to allow this destabilizing action to continue. Please allow us passage.

The Lieutenant looked at Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey for orders. The Fleet Admiral saw the officer's questioning look and sighed.

"Tell the Germanians that they have permission to enter these waters, as long as they surface any and all submersible craft as they pass by us, into the Black Sea. They are to head to the eastern section of the Black Sea where other defensive ships are positioned. And tell them to mind the massive armada of ships positioned before them as they exit the strait."

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Location: Black Sea Patrol
Southeastern Patrol

As the E-3 Sentry AWACS made its run over the eastern regions of the Black Sea before West Corinthia, the Radar operator monitoring aerial movement within West Corinthia was surprised to see aircraft appear on the fringes of the radar's 400 mile radius, coming from the south. At first he thought they were coming from Kahanistan, but then he realized that Kahanistan was directly south. These aircraft were coming further southeast. They were completely new.

As the Radar Operator pondered over this sighting, he grew increasingly worried as he saw more and more and more aircraft coming from the same direction, and heading straight for West Corinthia. It couldn't be Saint Fedskian cargo planes. These blips were too small for them. They had to be fighters.

All of a sudden, something else caught his eye. Blips were appearing over West Corinthia, and by their size, they too were fighters. So West Corinthia had seen them as well.

The operator turned to the man at communications.

"Get me in touch with the 7th Air Fleet in Sochi!"

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Location: Sochi
7th Air Fleet

The radio operator of the Trojan II quickly recieved the signal from the E-3.

"This is the Airwolf. How may I help you, Black Sea Patrol?"

"Airwolf, we've just picked an incredible number of aircraft coming in from the southeast."

"Yes, we've been tracking it as well. We've been able to pick out at least 1500 individual blips."

The E-3 radio operator started. "1500! My God!"

"Yes! And the West Corinthians have already launched their own fighters to intercept. Make no mistake about this. Those bogeys have hostile intentions."

The E-3 radio operator was silent for a moment. "Thank you. I'll have to relay this information to W.R.A.F. Headquarters."

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Location: W.R.A.F. Headquarters
Yalta

A colonial rushed over to General of the Air Force Salazar Sherman.

"General. I've just recieved some troubling news from the Black Sea Patrol in the Southeast. An incredible number of fighter aircraft is on a course for West Corinthia!"

General Sherman turned to the Colonial. "How many aircraft are there?"

"Preliminary reports said fifteen-hundred, but we've confirmed the number is in fact two thousand aircraft!"

The General started. "Two thousand! What...where did they come from?"

The Colonial handed General Sherman a folder.

"The nation of The Parthians. It's composed of the old nation of Iran and several other areas that we haven't discovered yet. But General? They also happen to be allies of Hataria."

Sherman's eyes went wide.

"GET THE STARGAZERS IN THE AIR!" he bellowed. "I want those nine Air Fleets in West Corinthia to be armed and launching fighters immediately!" He turned to a Lieutenant at a radio. "Contact the Generals immediately!"

"Y-yes Sir!" said the startled Lieutenant as he adjusted his frequencies.

The Colonial spoke up. "Sir, what about the one hundred EB-180s we already have over the Bosporus?"

"Leave them there! We can't afford to get distracted! But shift those 24 EB-180s between the Fleet and the Armada into West Corinthia, and have them come down over the hostile aircraft! The Stargazers, the Su-47s, and the Air Fleets will help take out some of the hostiles before the other Stargazers arrive."

Sherman ran to his office, the Colonial following behind. "Contact the Prince. Tell him that the Hatarians are back, and attacking West Corinthia out of The Parthians!"

"Yes sir!" The Colonial saluted and picked up a phone.

The General gritted his teeth. "We have over 2 million military personel in West Corinthia, and I'll be damned if they get killed or captured by Hatarians of all people!"

He turned to a Lieutenant-General standing nearby. "General Mueller? Get my Flagship, the Lovecraft, ready for deployment! We're launching Air Armada One!"

Hidden Location, West Corinthia

The small communications outpost was having a quiet day. There didn't seem to be anything that was an immediate threat. The communications officers had left their posts for a while due to inactivity and decided to go outside of the camoflauged communications vehicle (CCV) and were relaxing. Officer Downey sat on a chair.

" I sure hope this ends soon. It seems that this situation is dying down."

Officer Serth listened to Downey and replied.

" Yeah its getting boring. Sure this is a nice place but I ain't half missing a Londim Cocktail and the women. Oh the women..."
Officer Serth claimed to have had over a 1000 lovers "without consequences" he always boasted.

Blip..

Downey listened carefully. "Did you hear that?

"Hear what?"

Blip..

"That", replied Downey.

"Crap its the radar quick go check it", shouted Serth.

Downey ran inside and checked the radar. He was met with a startling sight.

Blip.blip..blip..blipbliplblipblip

"Holy shit. Serth quick. The radars showing at least a 1000 aircraft coming this way. SERTH!!!" As he shouted that he heard what seemed to e the sound of buzzing but a lot louder. He ran outside. Serth was looking up at the sky. Downey also looked. Above them hundreds of planes were flying over head in perfect formation. It didn't look like they were here to help.

" I'll go contact Command", said Serth to himself.

Transmission to Command

This outpost D5 reporting. Hundreds and hundreds of planes are flying over us as we speak. We urge Command to contact the main forces and the Prince A.S.A.P

Command was quick to act and relayed the message to Lieutenant Grifit.

Grifit looked at the message.

"Holy shit. This must be one of the biggest air movements in history. Patch me through to the Prince."

Transmission to Prince Aleskei

Your majesty as you are probably already aware a large fleet of aircraft is heading towards Kydonia. We are willing to bring in reinfoecrments if you wish us too. We are acting under the impression these are hostiles because lets face it what friendly wil launch this many aircraft. Please reply soon with your answer.

Grifit finished the transmission and then radioed command. his message short and to the point.

Transmission to Command

Have all military airfileds on standby. Over

Check your telegrams!

The Hatarian Planes that were nearing The enemy Capital were Hataria's Best and Deadliest Planes ever. The RAGI-17 Intercepters were Armed with The B-159 Air to Air Missiles and 23mm Cannons and if that wasn't all, they had forward-swept wings, makeing them have increased maneuverability at transonic speeds, due to airflow from wing tip to wing root preventing a stall of the wing tips and ailerons at high angle of attack.

The Stargates were the most Powerful Bombers of The Hatarian Imperial Air Force (H.I.A.F), going up to 140,000 Feet and a Payload of 60 Naplam Bunkerbusters, these would make sure The enemy would be blasted to nothing.

and they wre 2 miles from The target.

A secure cable was sent to what was guessed to be the high command of West Corinthia.

It has come under our attention that several large empires are attempting to attack your lands, including the scourge of Hataria. You may exercise section 6 of the Militaristic Nations defence pact, which will result in the disapperance of Hataria from the map.

As the Hatarian aircraft got closer to their targets, unbeknownst to them, the 24 EB-180 Stargazers were right on top of them.

From a distance away, they had seen the Hatarian bombers, some of them at a height of 140,000 feet. And so, the EB-180s climbed to a height of 170,000 feet and swept around to come in behind them.

Their tracking systems were utterly useless, as the EB-180s were stealth aircraft. But barring stealth failure, the Stargazers were equipped with an advanced "Scatter Plot" Radar Detection Avoidance System which took incoming RADAR emissions and threw them 180 degrees from their origin. The Hatarian craft had no idea what was coming.

The 1000 Hatarian bombers were right where the Stargazers wanted them: in front, and right below.

On all the aircraft, the bomb bay doors opened up and the two rotating launchers came out, wielding 18 MOAB-based missiles apiece.

And then, the Stargazers let loose their opening salvo: 6 missiles a jet, for a total of 144 MOAB-based missiles flying at the Hatarian aircraft. The IR/Laser-guided missiles quickly picked out their targets, clearly visible by the fuel they were burning, and shot down towards them at rapid speed.

On board the Stargazers, seated directly in back of the Pilot and and co-pilots, were four men. They were watching the missiles closely, watching to see which hit their targets, and which missed. If a missile were to miss its target, they were to trigger a remote detonator to blow up the missile in mid-air. These men knew that even if the Hatarian craft were to avoid being hit, the remote detonator would insure that they would be caught up in the missile's 400 foot blast radius.

The missiles streaked downward towards their targets. The Hatarians were caught off-guard, completely unprepared for this attack. And as missiles struck the Hatarian bombers, many more of these aircraft were consumed in the incredible blast radius.

Predictably, some of the bombers tried to move out of the way, but the crewmen of the Stargazers were watching carefully, and detonated the missiles, laying waste to many a target.

Hundreds of Hatarian bombers dropped out of the sky. The Stargazers had held the advantage in this encounter due to their altitude, stealth technologies, and highly-explosive missiles.

The Hatarian bombers were unprepared for the attack, and couldn't even launch a counterattack because they carried only bombs. If they had missiles, then perhaps they might have stood a chance, but since the EB-180s were right behind them, they would have been useless.

A sizable chunk of the Hatarian bomber group had been totally destroyed in the attack from the rear. Now it was time to clean up what was left before going after the fighters at the lower altitude. By now they were probably aware of the fact that a few hundred of them had been shot out of the sky.

They couldn't do anything about that however, because their aircraft weren't designed to fly at such altitudes that the Stargazer was doing. If they tried, then the aircraft would stall out, and fall back down to Earth.

Up in the air, at 170,000 feet, the 24 EB-180 Stargazers locked an additional 144 missiles on the remaining targets, and fired.

The one hundred EB-180 Stargazers took off from the runways. Rising to an altitude of 160,000 feet, they shot towards the Hatarian aircraft at Mach 4.5. It wouldn't be very long until they arrive at, and over their targets.

Meanwhile, back at the Yalta Air Force Base, General of the Air Force Salazar Sherman had borded his flagship, the Trojan II-class Airship Lovecraft. The rest of his personal forces, Air Armada One, were already assembled and ready for launch.

General Sherman sent a message out to his Armada. "Attention all airships. This is General Sherman. Our forces are about to get its first taste of combat. I know that most of you have been wating impatiently for the day when you could prove yourselves in battle. That day is now. Let's show those Hatarian bastards what Air Armada One is all about!"

With that, the incredible Air Armada set out towards West Corinthia.

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Air Armada One
(General of the Air Force Salazar T. Sherman commanding)

40 Trojan II's (Flagship Lovecraft)
80 Trojan I's
120 Makos
200 Hyperions
800 Spartans

1600 Su-47 Golden Eagles
240 Blackhawk Helicopters

In a speech today at the Grand Cathedral, in the heart of Sol Giuldor, Lord Dante of the Order of the Knights Templar, current ruler of the Crusader State of Sol Giuldor, answered Wilhelmsborough's call for help with a condemnation of Hataria and her allies imperialistic actions, and, with the support of the Holy Catholic Church, has declared that, unless Hatarian hostilities cease at once, a state of war will exist between the Crusader State of Sol Giuldor and the Hatarian agressors! Also, Archbishop Haslack II has called for the Christian faithful to rise up and Crusade against the Hatarian huns! No worse sanction can be imagined from the Church, as everywhere the Word of God holds influnce, the people will be turned against you!

Dieus li vult! God wills it! CRUSADE!

OOC: This has ben cleared by Wilhelmsborough

OOC: May I direct your attention to the OOC thread. (important for all people involved with the Hataria invasion) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11495939&posted=1#post11495939)

Location: Silo 23

The RPG rounds slammed into the concrete floor of the storage room, after having blown off the reinforced door leading to the stairs. Captain Belov knew the enemy would come swarming down the stairs any minute now. With only one point of entry known to the enemy, every West Corinthian gun was aiming for that doorway.

OOC: HEY! Everyone! I exist! Notice me! West Corinthia, someone, respond to one of my two or three messages, please! I need you to to enter the Black Sea.

Grand Admiral Sergei hailed the Wilhelmsborough blockade of the Bosphorous Strait. "Have you cleared the Germanian navy for entrance yet? We believe they're legit in wanting to help." He had noticed the navy had been staying in place for quite some time now. It wasn't like Wilhelmsborough to make others wait.

As the Hatarian aircraft got closer to their targets, unbeknownst to them, the 24 EB-180 Stargazers were right on top of them.

From a distance away, they had seen the Hatarian bombers, some of them at a height of 140,000 feet. And so, the EB-180s climbed to a height of 170,000 feet and swept around to come in behind them.

Their tracking systems were utterly useless, as the EB-180s were stealth aircraft. But barring stealth failure, the Stargazers were equipped with an advanced "Scatter Plot" Radar Detection Avoidance System which took incoming RADAR emissions and threw them 180 degrees from their origin. The Hatarian craft had no idea what was coming.

The 1000 Hatarian bombers were right where the Stargazers wanted them: in front, and right below.

On all the aircraft, the bomb bay doors opened up and the two rotating launchers came out, wielding 18 MOAB-based missiles apiece.

And then, the Stargazers let loose their opening salvo: 6 missiles a jet, for a total of 144 MOAB-based missiles flying at the Hatarian aircraft. The IR/Laser-guided missiles quickly picked out their targets, clearly visible by the fuel they were burning, and shot down towards them at rapid speed.

On board the Stargazers, seated directly in back of the Pilot and and co-pilots, were four men. They were watching the missiles closely, watching to see which hit their targets, and which missed. If a missile were to miss its target, they were to trigger a remote detonator to blow up the missile in mid-air. These men knew that even if the Hatarian craft were to avoid being hit, the remote detonator would insure that they would be caught up in the missile's 400 foot blast radius.

The missiles streaked downward towards their targets. The Hatarians were caught off-guard, completely unprepared for this attack. And as missiles struck the Hatarian bombers, many more of these aircraft were consumed in the incredible blast radius.

Predictably, some of the bombers tried to move out of the way, but the crewmen of the Stargazers were watching carefully, and detonated the missiles, laying waste to many a target.

Hundreds of Hatarian bombers dropped out of the sky. The Stargazers had held the advantage in this encounter due to their altitude, stealth technologies, and highly-explosive missiles.

The Hatarian bombers were unprepared for the attack, and couldn't even launch a counterattack because they carried only bombs. If they had missiles, then perhaps they might have stood a chance, but since the EB-180s were right behind them, they would have been useless.

A sizable chunk of the Hatarian bomber group had been totally destroyed in the attack from the rear. Now it was time to clean up what was left before going after the fighters at the lower altitude. By now they were probably aware of the fact that a few hundred of them had been shot out of the sky.

They couldn't do anything about that however, because their aircraft weren't designed to fly at such altitudes that the Stargazer was doing. If they tried, then the aircraft would stall out, and fall back down to Earth.

Up in the air, at 170,000 feet, the 24 EB-180 Stargazers locked an additional 144 missiles on the remaining targets, and fired.


OOC: Uh....Read The Stickies, Posting someones Loses is Godmoding, I post MY own loses, ok?

OOC: Uh....Read The Stickies, Posting someones Loses is Godmoding, I post MY own loses, ok?

Bypassing West Corinthia's SAM and Fighter defenses to magically appear 2 miles from the capital was also a godmode. My response was a perfectly logical answer to what you pulled on everybody else. :D

Grand Admiral Sergei hailed the Wilhelmsborough blockade of the Bosphorous Strait. "Have you cleared the Germanian navy for entrance yet? We believe they're legit in wanting to help." He had noticed the navy had been staying in place for quite some time now. It wasn't like Wilhelmsborough to make others wait.

Fleet Admiral Halsey heard the messages coming in and became furious.

"I already gave them permission to enter the Black Sea! Was the message not sent out?"

The Fleet Admiral shook his head in disgust. "Give me the radio. Gods, the things I do around here..."

The frequency was set to one that the Germanian Navy would hear.

"This is Fleet Admiral Ernest Halsey of the 1st Fleet. We're very sorry about the delay. We would have gotten the message to you that would allow you to pass through the Bosporus, but it seems that there was a mix-up in communications. But now! Germanian Ships, you have our permission to enter the Black Sea!"

~Transmission to all peacekeeping nations/allies of West Corinthia~

The time has come. West Corinthia has been in turmoil for nearly a month, and without a Czar. Peace has now been restored, due to the combined might of the West Corinthian army and the assistance of others. Now, you are all invited to witness the coronation of Czar Aleksei Kotov.

Along with this joyous occasion will be the need for all peacekeepers to return any lands they occupy within West Corinthia. If they so desire, they may rent bases or airfields from us until they feel ready to depart.

Please RSVP over the same channel. The coronation will be in one weeks' time, and proper dress is required. If attending, arrive at the Imperial Palace in Kydonia around noon, where you will be checked by Palace Myrmidons and then granted entry to the courtyard. We await your reply.

Signed,
Pyotr Chenko, emissary to the throne

Inside the Imperial Palace, it seemed to be a normal day. Well, at least what normal "should" be. Prince Aleksei had arrived during the worst part of the rebellion, so he had never experienced such a quiet day. In fact, just outside his room was chaos, as preparations were made for the coronation ceremony.

But he had other, more important things on his mind. He pulled out a chest from the closet, which had been his father's. The name 'Vasili Kotov' was etched in gold on the top of it, though worn down and faded.

Aleksei opened the chest, which was mostly filled with documents. He read over a few, which detailed his father's career in the KGB, or how his coup successfully deposed the President of Corinthia. Then Aleksei found a golden red medal and an embroidered certificate. The medal was the Order of Lenin and the document named him 'Hero of the Soviet Union.' Filled with pride, Aleksei's eyes slowly spotted the last item in the chest. It was a pistol, with a loaded clip beside it. A handwritten note was under the pistol, which said, 'The KGB never forgives.'

Aleksei loaded the clip into the pistol and tucked it into his pants. Then he left his room and strode down the hall. It was time to confront his father's killer. Aleksei knew who it was, his father had left him the last clue with the note. Only one member of Czar Vasili's cabinet had served with him in the KGB...

OOC: Hataria, that does make sense.


Black Sea, German Imperial Navy, Nearing West CorinthiaThe navy, which had now received its clearance to enter the Black Sea, was proceeding at a steady thirty knots toward the southern coast of West Corinthia, where it was rumored there was some trouble there regarding the Arabs there. Before they made it there, however, the fleet would split into two separate battle groups, with the larger continuing south to provide naval bombardment for the forces battling there, while the second remained behind with the Wilhemsbourough fleet to watch the Bosporus.

The first fleet, which would continue to the shore of West Corinthia, would consist of the dreadnought SMS Fredrik, the battleships SMS Kaiser Barbarossa, SMS Gneisenau, and the SMS Scharnhorst, as well as the carrier SMS Nürnberg. Escorting these ships would be the three cruisers, the SMS Friedrich der Große, SMS Großer Kurfürst, and the SMS Sachsen, as well as six Bremen class destroyers and two Bruno Henimann class frigates. They would help maintain security there, as there were reports of enemy fleets moving in their direction.

The other fleet would consist of the other two battleships, SMS Deutschland, and the SMS Lützow, the two battlecruisers, SMS Königsberg and the SMS Admiral Hipper, and the other aircraft carrier SMS Berlin. Escorting this fleet would be three more cruisers, SMS Bayern, SMS Württemberg, and the SMS Baden, eight Bremen class destroyers, and four Bruno Henimann class frigates. Their missiles and big guns would prove valuable in combating the Parthian advance into Turkey and across the Caucuses.


West Corinthian Capital, 1st Panzergrenadier Division, Preparing for attackThere were ten thousand Panzergrenadiers in the city, fortifying their position in their camp outside the city, and scouting out defensive areas inside the settlement itself. Armored and reconnaissance patrol vehicles were scouring the areas around the city for enemy presence. These were entire companies out on the patrols, with two hundred men to each Panzergrenadierkompanie, they would be able to put up a fight where ever they were encountered. Some of these groups were even joined by some of the special weapons brought down with the 1st Division, including the Flammpanzer VI and the Sd Kfz 451/18C, both of which were armed with flamethrowers for the urban fighting expected. Not on patrol, of course, but during the heavy city fighting that was expected. But hey, everyone loves a good flamethrower!

The men inside the camp were hearing reports of German reinforcements coming south, but nobody knew from where, as from what they understood, German military was scattered across the colonies. In any case, another division was indeed on its way, the senior offices had confirmed at least that.

Ah well, they would have to wait and see. It's not like that was the only thing on their mind, the threat of the Arab was a constant in the back of their mind, and they were happy to have at least something to hope for...

As the other two groups arrived, Bradley saluted Ayanami and Vlasov.
They moved to where they couldn't be heard.
"So, this is the only entrance?"
"Yep."
"But you did bring it, right?"
"You know this is dangerous."
"Yes"
"Well, the thing, the guy carrying the flamethrower was killed during the original firefight, given we couldn't use a flamethrower in a forest.
However, I ordered one man to bring it."
"Heh heh."
Vlasov ordered one Blackwolf to descend to see if the enemy was there. However, the real point was to simply see how far one could climb down without being shot.
After all, from a Praetor's view the Blackwols were expendable.
One Praetorian Guard quitely climbed down the staircase armed with a flamethrower.
At very minimum, he could smoke them out.

Near Tbilisi, Parthian Georgia

Parthians were going to finish this war, one way or another, they simply wanted to open a full front upon the enemy and blitzkireg their nation, grinding whole cities into dust. As F-78s took off from airbases in the Caucasus, the Parthian army border forts in mountains led the opening shots, blasting the nearby city across the border in West Corinthia of Vladikavkaz with over 50,000 guns, unloading thousands of shells upon the city as the Parthian mechanized infantry and armored units poured across the border.

Lord Marshall Kaikhosrow Mansouri looked out from a peak in Georgia at the West Corinthian border in front of him, laughing as he stubbed out a cigarette. Parthia would crush those who were enemies of his allies, and totally obliterate their cities for their entertainment, carrying back the survivors as slaves.

With that, he gave the order, "Tell the Hatarians to launch an attack along the ground, we must march directly upon Kydonia and burn everything in our way."

Transmission to West Corinthia

President Aran himself will attend the coronation of the new Czar. However we are still uneasy about Hatarias intentions. We are sure another nation is supporting them but don't know who and what they plan. We urge you to postpone the coronation until Hatarian forces are completly demolished. On that note we are going toi send an extra 200000 soldiers with two megasquads of tanks which consist of 1000 tanks each to patrol the border and blow away the Hatarians completely. Please heed the advice and postpone the coronation.

High Command, Londim Armed Forces

Londim...please check your telegrams and this post: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=491878&page=15 and incase you haven't noticed, which you haven't, there IS NO HATARIAN ATTACK.