NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I know I said IC, but hey, bear with me for a moment.

OOC thread is here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12315699&posted=1#post12315699

The map of Iraiga, which I quickly drew up in paint (please excuse horribleness) is here: http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r313/Raithal/?action=view&current=Iragia.jpg

IC:

Iragia was now blockaded, stealth craft had bombed out its airbases, the sea was blockaded and Iragia had no real navy to speak of to try to fight them off. But the nation was not undefended. Hundreds of thousands were being mustered and issued weapons, the People's Republic would not go down without a fight.

*Tharkad*

All across the nation the military was out in the streets. Thousands of air defence pieces, machine guns, tanks, artillery tubes, rocket launchers, machine gun nests, and other defences were being established. Civil Defence was digging trenches, laying concertina wire, and laying out mass minefields while trucks with loudspeakers blared out patriotic messages and music. Curtains were put up on walls and projectors used to display messages from the Premier General.

"Sons and Daughters of the People's Republic, today is a grave day. The foreign invaders..."

Hordes of men and women were being drawn to logistics trucks and issued uniforms, and rifles. Armoured cars were driving down the streets, calling out the citizens to take up arms in defence of the homeland.

"...they seek to rape our lands for our resources, to steal away our daughters, and murder our sons..."

Outside of Tharkad University a group of trucks had parked, patriotic music was drifting over the loudspeakers, those unfit for service, parents with young children, and those unwilling ot take up arms were being sent to shelters. Many of the men and women were issued weapons, while the shelters were stocked with ample supplies of rocket launchers and rifles.

"...duty of every citizen to take up arms against the invaders..."

Mass propaganda was being used, and people were being conscripted everywhere, the whole nation was turning out to fight. Anti-aircraft systems were being set up all over, even though Tharkad was way back from the coast, the military expected mass airborne invasions.

"...many will die, yet their deaths will be glorious ones, forever remembered..."

A quad 40mm gun roared to life, filling the sky with flak as other AA guns did the same. The airbases were taken out by stealth aircraft, and no one knew if more were up there. The guns had taken to firing up blindly at random intervals if for no other reason to keep the enemy aircraft up at high altitudes, and try to render their weapons less accurate. The darkened sky was brightened to day by the muzzle flashes.

"...those that help the enemy, are the enemy..."

A rocket all of a sudden streaked across the street, slamming into the AA gun, whose ammunition cascaded into a monstrous detonation. Two more rockets streaked out, one slamming into an armoured car, one into a truck handing our weapons.

"...we will stand agains the aggressors..."

Civil defence officers dashed for cover as machine gun fire opened up from a window. Mysterious fighters dashed out of buildings firing with old CAR-15s and AKMs as they too looked for cover.

"...no surrender, no retreat..."

Music continued to drift across the street firefights could be heard erupting around the city, centred around the Tharkad University. Fighters poured out of alleys and houses by the hundreds.

*Tharkad University Campus*

Kevin Smith hid behind behind the stairs as gunfire erupted. He looked down the street and saw two rockets streak into towards the civil defence forces. They returned fire, being better armed and trained they drove back the rebel fighters into the residences.

Fire erupted from the upper floors as dozens of civilians ran screaming for cover, and were caught in the crossfire. Kevin saw a chance and dashed to the cover of an armoured car where officers were pouring AKS fire into the rebels.

One took a round and fell to the ground, his buddy crouching to check his status.

"Dead," he muttered as he fired several more rounds. Rounds skipped off the car and Kevin dropped to the ground in fear.

One of the officers grabbed the dead officers AKS-74 and handed it to Kevin, then pointed at the body, "grab his kit, follow our lead, and welcome to the Home Guard citizen!" he called out as he went back to fighting.

A rocket came streakout and blew away the 14.5mm gun on the car and sent shrapnel ripping through another officer.

The officers responded with their own rockets, and a Liberation Forces emerged, firing a shell into the building which ended a lot of the fire.

The tand provided a distraction, and Kevin managed to slip away, and entered into a side door on the residence, hoping to crawl into a corner and hide, he had ditched the carbine and found a suitable spot in a laundry room when a rebel entered.

The rebel was a student leader Kevin recognized and he took of the AK he had slung over his back and handed it to Kevin. "It's the uprising brother, the freedom fighters are coming to liberate us, we have to help them retake our country!"

Officers kicked down the door, and pitched in a grenade.

To: Sovereign League forces
From: Iragian Democratic League
Subject: Assistance
Message:
Free nations of the world, we are the freedom fighters of Iragia, we fight against our government's tyranny, but many of our countrymen have been brainwashed. We have launched our uprising, and have drawn forces in Tharkad into disarray, we are trying to silence their AA batteries, but it is tough fighting, and many of our fighters have died. We need aid, and we need it now, or our fight will soon be over...

Iragian Waters
1300 hrs

Admiral of the Fleet Robert Dalton stood on the command deck of his gleaming, sophisticated Type 45 destroyer. His polished shoes paced across the steel floors, his face illuminated with red display lights, the noise of Action Stations klaxons ringing in his ears.

This was the moment of a lifetime - it had been years since Eurasia had actually invaded another nation, and Dalton relished the opportunity to spearhead the invasion force. He glanced down at the radar screen. His fleet was two hours away from reaching Baker's Landing. Around his vessel were three aircraft carriers, twenty more destroyers, fifteen frigates, eight SSNs, eight SSBNs, and six minesweepers. Troop transports carrying three hundred thousand Eurasian soldiers sailed interpersed between the Royal Navy ships. Screaming through the skies above were three squadrons of B2 bombers along with six squadrons of RAC Curiatii (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12135101&postcount=1) aircraft. Dalton smiled.

"Signal the Baker's Landing muncipal government," he barked.

Transmission to Baker's Landing:

This is Admiral of the Fleet Robert Dalton, Eurasian Royal Navy. You have one hour to surrender, or your entire city will be levelled, your people slaughtered, your very lives turned into an unending cacophony of screams and pain. This is your only warning. I urge that your city surrender forthwith.

The RTRN arrived off the coast of Iragia, a mere 23 kilometers from Antioch. The H/K-1s lifted off, loaded with High speed Anti-Radiation Missiles(HARMs). A full 70 H/K-1s lifted off, each one carrying six HARMs. Any RADAR within 50 kilometers of Antioch quickly found itself targetted by a barrage of these missiles, which homed in on the emissions of the RADAR and blew the RADAR antennae to peices.

This would be especially important for Anti-Ship Missile launchers, as those almost solely relied on RADAR to hit their targets. Simultaneously, the big 25 inch guns on the SDN-02 swung around and roared to life, firing indescriminantly into Antioch. The G-Battleships joined in with their lighter 18 inch guns.

To the Leader of Iragia,

In the face of overwhelming international pressure upon your nation and in reference to your status as a commonwealth of the Empire we hereby appeal to you to allow for the Scandinvan Empire to be allowed to sent up an in term government in your nation, properly treat of the leaders of your government in a humane manner, and to aide in the reestablishment of your nation as a whole.

If you agree to these we shall only imprison the leaders for life in prison compared to the likely hood of death at the hands of invading powers, shall prevent the ruin of your nation by war, allow for the return of the autonomy of your nation as soon as possible, and for a number of other things for your nation which shall be for the best.

Signed,
Imperial Steward Godwinson

*Iragian coast*

It was the same scene across the nation's coastline, the ports had been mined, docking facilities rigged with demo charges to go off in the event they were about to fall into enemy hands, and on the beaches infantry and engineers worked around the clock. The beaches were mined, tank traps and barries put into place. Trenchlines, bunkers, coastal missile batteries, AA systems, gun batteries, mortars, machine guns, and other defences were erected.

Inland, along the approaches to all the towns adn cities, vast minefields were being placed down, trenches, bunkers, and defences erected. Along the highways and freeways, charges were being laid, overpasses were being rigged with explosives, and construction equipment destroyed railways and highways or stood by to do so once they received the order.

To: Admiral of the Fleet Robert Dalton
From: Premier-General Steeves
Subject: Baker's Landing
Message:
We will never surrender, if you wish to fight ever last man, woman, and child of the People's Republic, then so be it. Every last man, woman, and child shall fight back. Baker's Landing will be your grave. And if you have the courage to fight as a true soldier, then you will leave the protection of your might warships and come fight us on the ground, as true warriors. But I guess expecting such honour and courage from imperialists like you is asking to much. Like I said before Come quickly admiral, for grow tired of waiting.

*Baker's Landing*

The streets were deserted of civilians. They had been herded into shelters, where Civil Defence officers gave basic rundowns on weapons and basic tactics to the men and women in the event enemy troops took to the streets and they needed to defend it. Just like the rest of hte country, they were being bombarded with propaganda.

Old moisin nagants and SKS rifles were being distributed to teens and other young volunteers. The message from Admiral Dalton was being played across the nation, the people were working up into a frenzy. Many who had been unsure, despite all the propaganda that the government was putting out, now believed in the cause, they saw with their own eyes the threat of genocide.

They would fight to the last.

Michael Theriault was only fifteen, yet here he was in the capital city, an SKS in his hands. His squad of 12 had two AKs, and a mix of Moisins and SKS rifles. They had dug into a trench dug across the road by a backhoe, and had an ample supply of molotovs for throwing. They were young, brainwashed, and determined to die gloriously.

At the local elementray school, Major Andrew Lapointe stood in front of a class of young children, all with bombs strapped to their chests under their clothes. Andrew had no family, he was career army, country first and only. Yet his age gave him the look of a kind old man, and everyone looked up to him. This made his job easier.

One young boy looked up at the soldier, "I'm scared sir..."

"I know you are son, so am I. But what you do will be forever remembered in the annals of history. You are very brave, to have come this far. Your sacrifice will kill many of these invaders, who threaten to murder you family, your friends, everything you know and love. Your sacrifice will help win us the war, you will be a hero to the people. One day, many years from now, people will read about you, and remember you..." Andrew continued his speech, winning over the children.

When the invaders came, and they opened their arms to refugees, they would find quite the surprise.

OOC: uh, red tide, coastal missiles can go for like a 120 kilometers, so, I'm gonna assume I got a volley off first

IC:

*Antioch*

The radar stations picked up inbound vessels. The coastal C-802 batteries fired, some three dozen anti-ship missiles streaking out towards the inbound vessels.

It didn't take long for enemy missiles to come streaking in, they were designed to track radar stations, and Antioch's radar systems were crushed.

To: Scandivans
From: Premier-General Steeves
Subject: No surrender
Message:
We are the lawful government, we shed our blood to retake this nation from the fascist oppressors, my own son died fighting the Presidental Guard. I still walk with a limp from where a bullet struck my leg in the siege of Tharkad. Our blood stains the soil of this country, it is free and prosperous today only because of the sacrifices we have made. I will not abandon my people to a puppet regime, or to these invaders simply to make you feel good about yourself. I thank you for the friendship we had, however it may have been. It is over now, we stand alone, a bastion of equality and freedom in a world of capitalist oppression and so called 'democracies' and their empires. Long live the proletariat!

Eurasian First Fleet
Three kilometres offshore Baker's Landing

Admiral Dalton laughed as he read the response from Iragia.

"Those fools!" he chortled. "They think they can resist us? Order our forces to start the assault."

Thousands of sea-launched shells and missiles soared through the sky, pummelling Baker's Landing. The stealth bombers targeting key areas - governmental offices, subway stations, motorways, military installations, whilst the RAC Curiatii fighters strafed the coastal defences.

On the ground, Eurasian soldiers marched up the beach, rivers of sand and blood trickling down the shore.

"Go, go, go!" cried an unnamed soldier, and three hundred thousand Eurasian soldiers obliged. Challenger II tanks opened fire on the bunkers, running over Iragian troops. Two hundred Eurasians died as they fought to take out the coastal defences.

OOC: I know you said IC, but if you don't mind, I'm going to kind of jump in here. If the post isn't welcome, I'll just delete it. :D

IC:

To: Whom It May Concern, People's Republic of Iragia
From: His Imperial Majesty, Messianic Empire of Almohed

To Whom It May Concern:

Although we do not particularly agree with your form of government, and the stated mission of your nation. We cannot sit by and watch the sharks attack the perch. Therefore, if you wish, we will send military support at once to your nation. If not, the best of luck to you.

His Imperial Majesty of the Messianic Empire of Almohed

"They're coming from the north!"

Another naval shell slammed into the ground near their position. The Liberation Forces troops held firm, but the militiamen were in a state of shock, one wept openly before being kicked by an LF private and told to stand firm. Another shell landed, blowing apart one of the other bunkers.

"NOW!"

The bunker's cover was blown away and the dual machine guns poured fire into the advancing Eurasian soldiers. riflemen fired, putting our accurate shots as the minefields started taking life and limb from Eurasian troops. Enemy tanks were firing, knocking out other bunkers but so far they hadn't advanced up into the positions where AT mines were laid, and where barriers blocked their way.

The coastal defences opened up full bore as concealed gun batteries and missile launchers opened up at the incoming landing ships. Howitzers and mortars poured fire into the beaches and thousands of militia fighters rushed forward to drive the foreign invaders into the seas.

At the crest of the hill a lone man appeared waving the Iragian flag, a Eurasian bullet put him down instantly, but then a horde of militia fighters came charging over. Many went prone, unleashing a wall of fire while more mortars joined the fray. A line of tanks charged over as well, and although naval artillery was wreaking hell among their ranks, they charged forward with a vengeance, knowing if they failed, then these foreign dogs would butcher their families and friends.

Hundreds of AA guns filled the sky with flak, while man portable SAMs and machine guns tried to pick off the fighters that were swooping down on the missile batteries.

The war over Iragia, and rumors on the topic spread like wildfire. Many nations vehemently opposed to the invasion, deeming it as imperialistic, and invading the sovereignty of the nation itself. Euroslavia decided to avoid being classified in that section; however, it does agree with those nations who've expressed that sentiment. It also agrees that diplomacy meant nothing to the alliance sponsoring this 'invasion', along with each individual nation. It was a sad day that an alliance of 'bullies' would invade such a tiny speck on a dot in this planet...

With news of a coming, swift attack came more rumors, namely one that is ...quite disturbing, coming from Eurasia, as a threat towards the people of Iragia. A threat that was towards not only the military defending the nation, but to the citizens as well. If Eurasia thought that such wouldn't be used publically to show that the Sovereign League has no care for the nation in question, then their leaders must be crazy.

Lady Destra looked over each and every one of these threats, intelligence in the region, as well as the Eurasian threat itself. She commented on it briefly, sternly, and officially.

"If the nations of the Sovereign League are going to invade Iragia with no care of it's citizens, while purposely slaughtering them and sending them from their homes, Euroslavia cannot sit back idly. Euroslavia henceforth will cancel all trade with any nation associated with the Sovereign League, and will break of diplomatic relations with each individual nation if they will continue to let these actions, namely by Eurasia, go unchallenged."

Offical Imperial Decree decrypted message

we will send you military aid in the form of equipment should you desire it please respond decryption key 15798

To: Almohed
From: Major General Mackenzie
Subject: Aid
Message:
We are outnumbered, greatly, enemy naval forces have us blockaded and are pouring in troops, while stealth aircraft rule the skies. We have nothing to attack them with, except for our AA guns when the come in low for strafing runs, but they do not come low enough, and we have yet to shoot down a single craft. These are the areas where help would be most appreciated.

HMS Vengeance
Vanguard-class SSBN
Bay of Baker's Landing

All hands, action stations. The use of nuclear weapons has been authorised. All hands, action stations, blared the submarine's 1MC.

"Fire ballistic cruise missiles one through four, and twelve through sixteen," barked the captain. "Conventional warheads."

Eight Trident missiles (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UGM-133_Trident_II) with conventional warheads screamed out of their missile tubes, slamming into the Iragian lines.

On the beaches, as the missiles hit, Eurasian bodies littered the beaches as all eight fighter squadrons made a low pass over the beach, dropping bombs, firing missiles, and strafing the Iragian troops with Gatling cannons. Aircraft from the carriers took off, placing 282 additional RAC Curiatii aircraft in the air, all of which pummelled the Iragian forces.

[OOC: First I started the action here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12316025#post12316025
I will continue in this thread, just check the first events.
Currently ALC carrier forces are near the coast. ALC didn't even gather an invasion group, just scrambled what was in the area, and the groups have no heavy battleships, just fast carriers and their escorts. So let's assume these events (in the thread above) happened in the night, and the last posts early in the morning. I assume for this fast invasion time scale is close to realtime.

Back IC. ]


Open message
AEROSPACE LOGISTICS
To all members of the invasion force

First of our transport ships have already arrived. We ask you to avoid civilian casualties and let the civilian passage to the shore as soon as it is safe. Landing craft and boats will pick them from there.

Our forces will be deployed only to assist this operation.

OOC: I'm going to put my nation as neighbors with you to the north. Makes for quicker RP. Also, just so you know, I won't be able to participate constantly or be checking this thread. So I'm going to provide for it in the RP.

IC:

~Encoded Message~

To: People's Republic of Iragia
Attn: Gen. Mackenzie
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

Under the orders of His Imperial Majesty, I am ordering the 3rd Army of the Messiah and the 5th Army of the Messiah to aid your military forces, they should be at Sudbury within the hour. Also, we are sending the 1st Imperial Fleet to assist in clearing the naval blockade, as well as a number of F-15s, F-16, and F-18s. Under no circumstances are we giving any of our military equipment to your government for permanent use, and all of our equipment will be manned by our trained troops. Good day.

Post Script:

By the way General, all Almodite troops in Iragia will be under your direct command superceded only by myself or His Imperial Majesty.

To: Scandivans
From: Premier-General Steeves
Subject: No surrender
Message:
We are the lawful government, we shed our blood to retake this nation from the fascist oppressors, my own son died fighting the Presidental Guard. I still walk with a limp from where a bullet struck my leg in the siege of Tharkad. Our blood stains the soil of this country, it is free and prosperous today only because of the sacrifices we have made. I will not abandon my people to a puppet regime, or to these invaders simply to make you feel good about yourself. I thank you for the friendship we had, however it may have been. It is over now, we stand alone, a bastion of equality and freedom in a world of capitalist oppression and so called 'democracies' and their empires. Long live the proletariat!To Premier-General Steeves,

We address you again with an offer to end the invansions of your nation and to help repair the damages of the war after it is over and for aide in the establishment of a new goverment quickly after the war.

As well, we shall continue our economic aide to you and to import resources to aide you.

Yet, we must commend you on your struggle for your rights to soveringty and we hope that in the end all comes out for the best.

Signed,
The Imperial Steward

Official Statement From the Harakian Government:

Once again I will reiterate Haraki's intent to land a small amount of forces to secure a safe-zone in the south of the country, around the city of Antioch. Two divisions of professional Harakian troops, the 72nd and 58th Infantry, as well as the First Brigade of the First Armoured, have been mobilized for this intent, together with a small Harakian fleet centred around the fleet carrier HNS Rose. These forces will arrive on station and prepare for a hopefully peaceful landing in the south of the country, entirely for the benefit of civilians.

Let me make this clear to the Iragian government. We do not desire a war with you, nor will we take any offensive action against your military forces or civilians. We are not here to conquer your nation, stake out a claim, or enforce our will upon yours. We are here for the benefit of the civilians who cannot defend themselves against technologically superior or militarily overbearing forces from any involved forces.

Once our forces have secured a landing we will establish a perimeter five kilometres to the north and five kilometres to the east of the city, with the southern border running along the river and the western border on the sea. This area will not be expanded without express permission of the Iragian government. We will not leave this area without express permission from the Iragian government. We will allow civilians and combatants who have laid down their arms to pass into this zone, where they will be kept safe from harm by frontline, professional Harakian forces.

We sincerely hope that you do not take this as an invasion of your territory. We have no interest in your nation or in the ongoing war. We have interest only in keeping your civilians, and all civilians throughout the world, safe from harm. Once this whole bloody mess is over, we will withdraw peacefully and hand control of the safe-zone over to whoever is currently in control of the nation.

Going along with our previously explained hope, we hope you do not try and fight us on this matter. We don't want a war. We don't want to fight you. We do not want to engage any forces at any time in this entire affair. We will not oppress your people in their day-to-day lives, we will not try to change anything about your nation or the parts of it under our control for the duration of the time they are under our control. We will merely establish a perimeter and keep any military forces from fighting the civilians that choose to take shelter here. We hope you understand this and agree with our desire to keep civilian casualties to a minimum. If you do, we only ask that you withdraw military forces from this area and explain to the people present in the city and the area enclosed by the Harakian-suggested perimeter what is going to happen, and make it clear that we are not invading your nation. If they too wish to leave the area before the Harakian troops arrive, we will not stop them. But we wish to at least give your civilians the choice to 'opt out' of this war.

Thank you in advance.

Signed,
Foreign Minister Peter Firth

Near Iragia
UK2 Airliner


"sir, were are we going to land".
"we might have to ask the HMS Vengeance,We have some military weapons onboard for them."

"what about the peacekeepers,we must hang on to them."

"we will, wait we are almost over Iragia i'm going to send a message to Vengeance now.

"hello sir or ma'am we,are carrying weapons onboard sent from UK2 military to help you even more, we are requesting if we can land were your ship is right now".

"now all we do is wait".

Offical Imperial Decree encrypted to Iragian government

After monitoring the "liberators" actions we have determined that their intentions are more for conquest in nature than an ensuring your people's freedom therefor the Empire has dispatched 18 Virginia class attack subs to arrive within 12 hours as well as another 6 to arrive within 24 hours

Offical Imperial Decree encrypted to Almohed

First the empire would like to applaud your efforts to aid Iragia and stop the conquesting invaders we request military access in order to transport our troops and then send them into Iragia via land as this would put our forces in the mountainous areas of Iragia where we will have a greater advantage furthermore should you grant military access to us we will begin supplying you with our latest artillery anti-air and anti-tank weaponry as well as surface to ship missiles we can air drop in these supplies within 8 hours of recieving your grant for military access also our fleet as well as our allies fleets are joining together off our coast in the next few hours and will be deploying to the area shortly there after

9:00 am

In Rotten Bacon the 107th and the 226th Systems armies Prepared to deploy to Iragia. These men stood in formation just above the docks that had the boats that were transporting them were kept. In front of the army Commander Bacara the commander of the army stood.

9:30 am

Commander Cody walked up to the podium to give the troops their briefing. He turned and faced his men then he began talking.
“ Men, today you will begin the journey into the country of Iragia. When you are there you will be aiding the elimination of their government. Though we will not be the biggest army there, or the most powerful. We will be there. Know it is not the size that counts, it is the fact that you where there. Anyone can send in massive army or attack from distances. Anyone can do that. But what really counts is that you participated, that you where there, that you at least tried to make a difference. You will be inserting yourself 5 miles south of Antioch. From there you will split into separate systems armies. One will go north into Antioch and the other will move east into the marshes then north to the interior. There you will dispose of any resistance. But remember you will be fighting in a place that has many women and children. By effective, but be caring. Iragia is arming anyone who can carry a gun. If you meet a group of people be ready, but don’t let you guard down. If you see a gun kill them, ignore their gender, and their age, kill them. As you leave today remember. TODAY YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE.”

With that he walked off the stage and to the side. He then raised his hand and saluted the men he was sending to battle. Bacara turned around and began
“ATTENCION, FORWARD MARCH.”
The men began walking down to the boats.

11:00 am
The boats where fully loaded. Engines roared and they began moving out of the harbor

Two days later

The Boats stopped and set anchor 5 miles from the coast. They transport ships began loading themselves with troops and moving to the coast. As squads landed on the mainland they started in their respective directions. Half would go east then north the other would go straight north. There was no set trail that they were to follow. They where just to stay within the borders of the road and the country.

"Kids these days" Claudius said allowed as he sipped his coffee and read the newspaper. The headline screamed out of the invasion of Iragia, and that a fellow CA member, British Londinium, was involved in the initial landing. "And to think, these Iragians could have had a CA trained and equipped army if they were just willing to sacrifice some oil."

He then folded up the newspaper and placed it and his coffee on his desk, nd wrote out a letter to the leadership in British Londinium.

Dear Government of British Londinium,

As your ally in the CA, feel free at anytime to ask for assistance, whether it be in the form of direct military assistance, weaponry, or even financial aid. The Corporate Allinace does not leave its members to dry, and we will do whatever is necessary to give you a victory here.

Speed of Mercury in your endeavors,
Claudius Griffincrest

Message to the Sovereign League:

"While Scythis is away, I am in control. My name is Alexander Ra'Baal, Godsend of Dephire. I have interest in this war with Iragia, as I hope my brother shares the same interest. Our soldiers haven't done anything aggressive since, well, since the brief war against Hataria. Dephire is ready for such an aggressive act."

There was a pause in which the man looked around.

"Allow us to assist in putting down these imbecils."

IC: Two battlegroups (a carrier battlegroup and battleship battlegroup) are being dispatched from ASoGM to the Iraqia area. In these battlegroups are:

1 CVN-68 Nimitz-class
1 SSN-774 Virginia Class
2 CG-47 Ticonderoga Class Cruiser
2 DDG-51 Arleigh Burke Class Guided Missile Destroyer
3 FFG-7 Oliver Hazard Perry Class

1 Montana Class
1 Ohio Class SSGN 726
2 CG-47 Ticonderoga Class Cruiser
2 DDG-51 Arleigh Burke Class Guided Missile Destroyer
3 FFG-7 Oliver Hazard Perry Class

Also en-route is all 5 of the ASoGM CG-75 Dove Ekranoplanes (updated version of the Russian Lun Ekranoplane). ASoGM C-5 Galaxys are being loaded with various supplies, E-3 Sentry and E-6 Mercury aircraft take flight for the area, and all B-2, B-52, and XB-70 crews are put on ready alert, with their aircraft loaded with ground attack ordinance.

OOC: I wish to keep my reasons for mobilizing to myself right now.

The beach defences were failing, fast. A storm of cruise missiles had blown apart the main line, and forces were rushing in to fill the gap, but enemy fighters were sweeping down.

The order was given for all AA platforms to engage. Some six hundred AA vehicles scattered across the capital filled the skies with fire, though few knew if it would do any good. Hundreds of mortars and howitzers opened fire, and tanks hiding out in tank bunkers away from the beach unleashed their cannons. Scattered across the lines were decoy trenches, bunkers, fake tanks and other vehicles to misdirect enemy fire, and it had worked to some extent.

Fearing a collapse of the beach line, a battalion of BMPs charged forward of their own volition, while some three thousand more militia fighter lead by some LF troopers were charging forward to reinforce the beach with armoured cars, civilian vehicles, and gun trucks the BMPs charged forward, firing off their wire guided anti-tank missiles at the enemy challengers and firing with their guns at the advancing enemy.

Enemy tanks manged to fire, knocking out several of the IFVs, but they soon disgorged their infantry, crack frontline Liberation Forces soldiers who rushed forward, firing and advancing with the skill of a top rate army, if not the equipment.

*Baker's Landing HQ*

Deep underground, the command staff were relatively safe from the shelling that was tearing apart the city.

"Colonel, we have a chance to bloody them on that beach. I want every last soldier you can spare out there..."

"But General, they're tearing us apart, it'll be suicide..."

"Just do it colonel! You have the militia, use them!"

"Aye sir!"

Ten thousand Civil Defence Corps officers, Liberation Forces soldiers, and militia fighters complete with a battalion of T-55 tanks, BTR APCs, BMPs, and armoured cars were ordered to move to the beach where the enemy was advancing, it would be tough going, and they expected fifty percent casualties before even getting their, but they saw a chance to hit the enemy while they were vulnerable.

*Bakers Landing, shelter #45*

There were no longer any skyscrapers, only a blasted away half of one tower still stood, the rest crumbling under the weight of naval cannon.

More fire poured in, butchering soldier and civilian alike. Children screamed for their parents and were cut down by shrapnel.

The men, women, and children in Shelter #45 were among the lucky who made it to a shelter in time. People wept for their lost loved ones, children whimpered in fear, and a pair of Civil Defence officers tried to encourage them with stories of valour and sacrifice of the soldiers fighting above.

Women kissed their husbands, mothers their sons, as the men still fit for service took up rifles. Their city was under assault, the enemy storming up the beaches, the out defences failing. They would not let their families die without a fight. They bid farewell to their loved ones and took up arms. The Civil Defence officers nodded solemnly to the latests Heroes of the Republic as they stepped out of the shelter and into hell on Earth.

There were no firefighters to put out the flames, though the explosions were doing a good enough job. Soon there would not be much of a city left to defend. They waited for a break between shots and departed for the beaches.

To: Haraki
From: Brigadier General Davis
Subject: Safe-zone
Message:
This coalition came here to 'liberate' us, yet as soon as they arrived on our doorstep they announced their intent to annihalate every last man, woman, and child in Baker's Landing. They have made good on this threat, bombarding it, tearing down schools, hospitals, playgrounds, apartment buildings. Far too many times have we been lied to, and now our survival hangs in the balance. Yes, you foreign devils are welcome to come here, the soil needs fertilizing, and I find blood works rather well, foreign blood especially.

*Antioch*

Word travels fast in any military, probably courtesy of loose lipped radio operators, and already reports were flooding in of the fighting in Baker's Landing. Some of the militia members were trying to sneak away, some of the civilians had taken to looting, and others were trying to get to the beach and into the arms of the foreigners, having heard the message of the IDL rebels.

They had been caught however, Civil Defence was everywhere, and many members of the militia had been so bombarded with government propaganda they were zealots. Hundreds were being rounded up, put into lines and executed for treason or desertion.

The scene was being repeated across the country, especially in Tharkad, where thousands were being rounded up for associating with members of the IDL. Fighting continued to take place through the streets as IDL fighters skirmished with Civil Defence officers and Liberation Forces troops.

*Northern mountains*

Almohed troops, being placed under the command of Iragian military commanders, were making their way south into their neighbours lands. They were concentrating at Mill Towne, and reinforcing the northern defences.

Almohed naval forces moved south also, preparing to engage enemy carrier groups and disrupt their naval supremacy as hundreds of warships moved to engage.

The war over Iragia, and rumors on the topic spread like wildfire. Many nations vehemently opposed to the invasion, deeming it as imperialistic, and invading the sovereignty of the nation itself. Euroslavia decided to avoid being classified in that section; however, it does agree with those nations who've expressed that sentiment. It also agrees that diplomacy meant nothing to the alliance sponsoring this 'invasion', along with each individual nation. It was a sad day that an alliance of 'bullies' would invade such a tiny speck on a dot in this planet...

With news of a coming, swift attack came more rumors, namely one that is ...quite disturbing, coming from Eurasia, as a threat towards the people of Iragia. A threat that was towards not only the military defending the nation, but to the citizens as well. If Eurasia thought that such wouldn't be used publically to show that the Sovereign League has no care for the nation in question, then their leaders must be crazy.

Lady Destra looked over each and every one of these threats, intelligence in the region, as well as the Eurasian threat itself. She commented on it briefly, sternly, and officially.

"If the nations of the Sovereign League are going to invade Iragia with no care of it's citizens, while purposely slaughtering them and sending them from their homes, Euroslavia cannot sit back idly. Euroslavia henceforth will cancel all trade with any nation associated with the Sovereign League, and will break of diplomatic relations with each individual nation if they will continue to let these actions, namely by Eurasia, go unchallenged."
Copied from t'other thread:

I can't really be bothered to spent 30 - 45 minutes doing a well-written newspaper article just to say "Eurasia isn't in the Sovereign League. Amatuerish mistakes like that just make you look stupid." so I'll just say it OOC.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=506863 <- Sovereign League Thread.

Speech By President Kazansky, on the issue of the Iragian War

"I would like to thank Congress for voting at 55% of the vote, to endorse war with Iragia. I believe this is the proper course, the rightful course, the moral course, and, indeed, the Allanean course of action. I am now ordering the dispatch of the First and Second Force Projection Fleet, and the First Haven Domination fleet, in the direction of Iragia. They will carry sufficient infantry, armor, and other forces to carry out a full-out invasion of Iragia, and to aid the Sovereign League and the Iragian Freedom Movement in the establishment of a modern republic in Iragia. Additionally, flights of S-1000 bombers are now en rout to the nation to carry out preliminary operations there.

I would like to thank Allanea's men and women in uniform for yet again, sallying forth for the cause of progress and freedom worldwide.

Thank you all.

May God bless Allanea."


Speech by Brigade General Seamus Ronson, of the 239th Kubuntu Users' Mechanized Infantry Division

"Soldiers! As you board your ships today, I want you to think about the ones you love! About your mothers, about your girlfriends, about your wives! I want you to think about them – and visualize them living under Iragian rule! Does the very thought disgust you? WELL IT DAMN SHOULD, BECAUSE COMMUNISM IS DISGUSTING!

And as any disgusting thing like communism and totalitarianism, it has to be stamped out actively – or it will spread, and if it spreads, it will envelop the world, and Allanea, too! And then, your mothers, your girlfriends, your wives WILL LIVE UNDER COMMUNIST SLAVERY! Do you like the idea? Well, do you? That's right, soldiers, you don't! And if you hate communism as I hate it, you WILL do the right thing when you confront the Communist enemy, and you WILL destroy him! Is that clear?"

Speech by Lion el'Johnson, of the Allanean group 'Peace Now'

"This is another heinous crime of the Kazansky Administration, an addition to it's horrendous list of invasions, annexations, murders, slaughters, and so forth! The Kazansky administration should feel nothing but shame…"

Ebon Tor, Magna Casa, Aequatius Prime

President Reid sat at his desk, his hands over his face as he attempted to keep himself awake as he poured over the news and reports coming out of Iragia concerning the invasion by the member states of the Sovereign League and Eurasia. He pressed a button on his televisor set remote as the high-definition picture displayed images from the conflict, mostly from the ruined urban centre of Baker's Landing. He laughed slightly to himself as he thought, "They try to distance themselves by denouncing Eurasia's actions, yet if they really opposed them, they would not tolerate such unnecessary carnage being performed under their own operations," He leaned back in his chair as he pressed the remote's power button and the televisor screen went black.

At that moment, an aide entered the office alongside one of the military advisors from the Joint Chiefs of Staff, an Army general by the name of Bryar with a number of specialist badges and service medals on his uniform, including a set of silver jumpwings which matched the same that sat on Reid's desk, a reminder from his own days as an airborne infantry officer. "Good morning, mister president," Greeted the general.

"Not exactly," Reid replied in a sarcastic tone, "But good morning to you too, general. What can we do about this situation?"

"It appears as though we may have an opportunity to deploy ground forces to a neighbouring country and advance across the border to engage the Sovereign League forces already in country," He explained, producing a map of the nations involved, "It goes by the name of Almohed, and pending permission from their government, we can begin airlift operations to deploy Army and Air Force units immediately, along with the mobilization of Navy and Marine elements as strategic support."

The president looked over the map as he paused to think, taking only a few moments, he looked up at the general, "Get it done, I want a message sent to the government of Almohed requesting the use of their airbases for the transport of our forces to their nation in support of operations against the SL organization."

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To the Government of Almohed,

As we have seen your willingness to support operations against the aggressors of the Sovereign League in the nation of Iragia, we humbly request the use of your nation's airbases as landing zones for our ground and air forces to initiate operations against the invading forces and to provide protection for your nation from a reprisal assault across your borders.

Time is short and we hope for your reply soon.

Signed,

President Holden Reid of Aequatio.

HMS Taiho

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Fleet Admiral Winters kicked his command desk on the navigation bridge of the supercarrier. Those idiots. They were endagering the entire fucking operation! He would have acted earlier, but he needed diplomatic consent - which of course was granted - essentially Fleet Admirals were diplomatic leaders on their own.

The aircraft on the Taiho were in the air and ready to go. 15 Squadrons of 15 license built M4M4 Shokaku (http://z3.invisionfree.com/SU_Defense_Industry/index.php?showtopic=18) bombers armed with eight AS6A missiles, with a range of 80km, a maximum speed of 300 m/s and a 160kg warhead, this meant two planes were sufficient to sink a carrier.

In addition, 15 squadrons of 15 aircraft, the same class as above but instead designated the B3M6 Tenzan, were taking off, armed with 10 55cm torpedoes which would be used to mop up escorts.

They were escorted by aircraft, again under SUDI license construction, 10 squadrons of 15 fighters. They were designated A3H2 Zuikaku (http://z3.invisionfree.com/SU_Defense_Industry/index.php?showtopic=3), and there were another 5 squadrons of 15 fighters ready to launch in case the original group got in trouble.

Furthermore, hours ago groups of G4M6 Hayabusas (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=516813), three squadrons of 20 to be exact had been fitted with AS8A missiles and had taken off to patrol waters around Iragia, along with groups of tankers, so combined wtih the long range of the aircraft, could operate for long periods of time; the planes with their powerful missiles, enough to disable a Nimitz size carrier in three hits, were originally sent out to intercept Aequatian shipping but now had a new task - they were diverted with their tankers, given protection from the fighters from the Taiho, and sent after the British fleet.

At first, the massive wave of aircraft would be thought to be attacking targets on the Iragian mainland, but it would become painfully clear in a few minutes, given the distance of the advancing carrier that had been dispatched to deal with the renegate dictatorship, that their targets were the Eurasian ships that were killing everything in sight. A diplomatic message had to made; that the Sovereign League wasn't going to tolerate murder of civilians on both sides. The attack would be made with complete surprise considering Eurasia's pledge of loyalty to the SL which was about to be broken.

The first missiles opened up at 300 kilometres, the AS8A's aimed at the three carriers. Given the loadout of the long range bombers, 120 missiles which would be extremely hard to intercept given the angle of attack and the speed were now heading towards the carriers, and even with a totally unrealistic 80% rate of success at downing the missiles with the hastily assembled, and considering the class of the ships, out of date air defence, there would be enough ordnance to put all three carriers out of the fight, if not totally cripple or sink them. The aircraft then pulled away from the fight towards the Taiho's fleet and then, when all was clear, back to base to reload.

The next target were the destroyers, and at this point the fighters peeled off to move towards where the British fighters werex patrolling, to keep them off the bomber attack. The M4M4 planes with their eight AS6As each directed their assaults against the destroyers and the frigates, and by flying in massive formation just above water level they avoided RADAR and attacked just before apeparing into the horizon, launching some 1,800 missiles towards the escorts before peeling around and heading for home.

While the Eurasian fleet would be devastated by this attack, it wasn't over. The daring B3M pilots dropped to torpedo level and manevouring around the fleet at both long and short range - taking losses of course - dropped around 1,800 torpedoes against the remainder of the ships.

This was a stark message to Eurasia - their threats of "raping cities" and "slaughtering civilians" were NOT acceptable, and it was deemed right by the newly elected cabinet that a pre-emptive strike was neccessary to show that the SL was doing its utmost to prevent civilian casualties, even if it was striking its own allies.

Secret IC to Aequatio

Secret Diplomatic Communique

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To: Aequatio
From: Us

We will honor our alliance, currently, we have several shipments of weapons, supplies and ammo we can give to you. You are free to distribute them as you wish.

PS: Weapons bear no factory numbers nor serial numbers, therefore they are practically untrackable.

Baker's Landing

Admiral of the Fleet Dalton saw the Questarian planes fly overhead.

"Rejoice, my fellow soldiers! The Sovereign League has come to our aid!" he laughed as his command crew cheered. Unfortunately, Dalton noticed the missiles streaking towards the carriers.

"Evasive action!" he cried into his radio. The carriers slowly tried to evade the Questarian missiles, their GAU-17A (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GAU-17) machine guns blazing at the missiles. Some missiles were destroyed in flight - others were not, and they slammed into the carriers, destroying the runway on one along with thirteen aircraft, and sinking the other two. Another bomb slammed into the admiral's destroyer, killing him instantly. He wouldn't live to see the routing of the Eurasian fleet.

The second-in-command of the fleet did not command a powerful armada - he had his destroyer, a carrier, and sixteen submarines, all of which retreated at full speed, abandoning the three hundred thousand Eurasian soldiers on the beaches, who no longer could retreat, their naval transports smouldering wrecks - not to mention the fact that their air cover was shot, with only half a squadron left in the skies. With no hope, and nothing left to lose, the Eurasian soldiers tripled their attack.

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Kensington Palace
1600 hrs

"THEY DID WHAT?" shouted Sir Phillip.

"They routed our fleet, sir."

"But why!?"

"Apparently, Admiral Dalton threatened the civilian populace."

"That bitch. Signal Questers; tell them that civilian deaths are not our intent - ask them to call of the assault. When I get my hands on that admiral..."

"He's dead, sir."

"Good."

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Statement of the Government of the United Kingdom of Eurasia

To Questers:

Please understand that Admiral of the Fleet Dalton acted completely improperly, and that the Ministry for Defence honestly wishes to rebuild Iragia, not kill off its people. I beg that you call off the attack on Eurasian forces - we have no intent of killing Iragian civilians.

Official Declaration of Intentions Regarding Atopian Military Activity in and around Iragia:

From: Atopian Ministry of War
To: All Concerned

Let it be known that the Atopian Military has been deployed en masse to Iragia for the express purpose of supporting and defending our ally and trading partner against this unwarranted and unnecessary aggression from foreign powers.

We will act to defend ourselves and Iragia against our attackers.

We notify all involved that any attack on Atopian or Iragian forces is a declaration of war against Atopiana.

Atopian Intervention Fleet, 204 Nautical Miles SSW of Iragia:

"Well," began Grand Admiral Ivoshenko, "the first serious naval engagement of the Atopian Navy. And all to land Second Army!"
"Aye, sir," said the Number One, "and with this many vessels I'm sure no-one will have the gall to attack us."
"Even so, Number One, we must remain on top alert at all times."
"Aye sir, and that's the truth."

Overhead, six MiG 29Ks from the Kuznetsov-class ANV Grantham turned at the end of their patrol.

All around the Kirov-class ANV Frank steamed the Intervention fleet. Submarines roamed around it for a hundred nautical miles to prevent enemy vessels closing on them. AWACS and ELINT aircraft patrolled high above, while cruisers, battlecruisers, destroyers, aircraft carriers, transports, and tenders travelled towards Iragia's coast at a steady 20 knots.

On board the transports were the soldiers and equipment of the 500,000 strong Second Army. Ten divisions, each 50,000 strong, armed and equipped with the latest military technology. T-80M and T-95s provided the armoured thrust for units transported in BMP-3 and backed by self-propelled artillery and anti-aircraft systems. The Second Army was the first all-mechanised Army in the Atopian Land Forces, and it knew it. Its elite status boosted its soldiers' morale, and their training had been extensive. Many had combat experience.

Atopian Air Landing Force, 102 Nautical Miles SSW of Iragia:

Mustered by the Atopian Logistics Corp, this air armada was the largest single deployment of forces by the Atopian Air Force ever. Carrying the entirely airmobile Third Army, plus its logistical support from the ALC, it was supported by fighters, bombers, AWACS, ELINT, EW/ECM, mid-air refuelling aircraft, and a host of other vessels. Its centrepiece were the huge transports carrying the majority of Third Army's vehicles, surrounded by the lighter transports with the paratroopers in.

The Air Landing Force would be first in and last out.

DIPLOMATIC STATEMENT
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The Questarian Government acknowledges that the Eurasian Admiral was acting out of order, and we accept that Eurasia Government wasn't responsible for the actions of their military leaders, but we judge our response as acceptable and our admiral was acting under orders from His Majesty's Government. No further attacks will be carried out against your ships, you can be assured of that.
Shimada Nagano
Foreign Minister

Eurasian Fleet
Bay of Baker's Landing

The 1MC system on all the Eurasian vessels crackled to life.

Now hear this, now hear this. I, Elliot Crompton, Minister for Defence, and Supreme Commander of the Eurasian Expeditionary Force, am assuming personal control of this fleet. All vessels are to cease their retreat and resume their former positions. Reinforcements shall be arriving within two hours.

Reinforcements:

Four carriers, twenty submarines, thirty destroyers, forty-five frigates, eight minesweepers, one hundred thousand more troops

The Harakian fleet was nowhere near the size of the others some nations had deployed. Centred around one fleet carrier, the HNS Rose, it was composed of a scant dozen ships, with none larger than a missile cruiser, besides the carrier and its smaller counterpart, the helicopter carrier HNS Scarab, primarily there to help with the landing should it be opposed by Iragian forces. Under the command of Rear-Admiral Randall Blair, the taskforce was mainly there to protect the carrier and the transports that carried some forty thousand members of the Harakian army, nearly half support elements, plus large stocks of humanitarian supplies: food, water, blankets, supplements - for the people in the safe zone and the people who would enter it.

Now they had a not-unexpected, but still unwelcome problem to deal with: the Iragians thought they were invading. Under orders from the Prime Minister, Blair was to carry out the landings anyway, away from the city but within the designated safe zone area, and advance slowly on the city, making sure to give out food and other supplies to anyone they met along the way, and making sure not to engage non-military forces. Several military jeeps had been outfitted with loudspeakers and would announce out loud that they were not there to fight Iragians. Still, even with all these precautions, given the message received from the Iragian general, fighting was nearly a given.

They were nearing the Iragian coast, and the fleet showed all the signs of preparing for the landing. Small craft were ferrying troops over to the Scarab where they would load up on the combat transport helicopters (e.g. black hawk type helicopters) it carried to assist with the landing. Its helicopter gunships would launch before the transports did, but they would travel at the same time, while underneath landing craft carried several thousand Harakian troops destined for the shore.

The Rose was keeping in the air a twenty-four hour combat air patrol of twelve Harakian fighters, and the destroyers out in front of the Rose were prepared for any sort of missile attack from the shore. They knew the Iragians wouldn't be happy about their landing, but they didn't know what kind of shore batteries they carried. Launching now from the Rose were fighter-bombers, to accompany the landing and attack any targets that presented themselves as well as maintain air superiority over the battlefield.

The Harakians' primary goal was to secure the city with minimal loss of life on either side. Their primary hope was that even with the government resisting their landing, the civilians would recognize their goal and peaceful intent, and would accede to temporary occupation in the name of a good cause. The 72nd Infantry, one of the first forces landing, had experience in such matters, having taken part in a very similar Harakian operation in a different nation, and having been on the battle line of nearly every major Harakian conflict fought in recent memory.



One final message was sent to the Iragian government, and was copied and sent to the municipal government of Antioch and any news stations on television or radio that the Harakians could find.


[To: The Iragian Government, the Municipal Government of Antioch, and the Iragian Populace]
[From: Commanding Major-General Gregory Neil]

I am going to make one final call for peace before Harakian forces arrive on station. Please, have your soldiers lay down their arms. We do not want to fight you, your soldiers, or your populace. We will not attack civilians, no matter what the 'coalition' has done. We have no part in their actions. We are not a member of the coalition. We are not attacking Iragia. What we wish to do is create a piece of territory neutral from the coming conflict, where civilians can go to be kept safe from any involved combatants.

You must admit that with millions of your ally's troops arriving and millions of coalition soldiers arriving, your land will be ripped bare by the fighting. Even just the coast these soldiers will need to survive, the supplies they will need to take from your populace, could starve your entire nation to death. We seek to avert all that. If Iragia is to be a battlefield, we wish no part in it, and we know Iragian civilians wish no part in it either. We do not want Iragian land, we do not want to force anything on the Iragian government. We merely want to keep civilians safe through the coming conflict, which we all know cannot be averted. Since it cannot be averted, we will at least do everything we can to distance those unfortunate people caught in the middle, with the actions of two conflicting governments meeting in their houses, from the oncoming conflict. I will repeat once more: we are not invaders or conquerers.

Thank you and good night.

Major-General Gregory Neil

Kirkland Airbase complex, Clandonia Prime

Into the night sky, fifty B-74 Shadowcaster (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12197703&postcount=99) blasted off soaring into the sky as their scram jet engines engaged propelling into the lower limits of space. Bouncing between the atmosphere at mach 10 the air wave launched its payload, precision targeted Achilles Variable Yield E-Bombs onto military and power generation targets to reduce the effectiveness of the Iragian communication and attack systems.

Meanwhile in Clandonia a team of planners were drawing up reconstruction plans for Clandonian business. They knew after the war there would be huge contracts for the civilian sector. The Clandonian fleet was carrying several tonnes of supplies that were to be airlifted in once the fighting had calmed down. Propaganda for the Sovereign League appeared on food and water provisions, King William VII had said 'To win the civilian population of a country is one of the up most important strategical victories in any conflict.'

Clandonian Shronvon Fleet, 300 nautical miles South-East of Iragia

The Clandonian fleet lead by Lord Naval Commander Shronvon, a proud Royalist as he sat in his ready room, looking at the picture on the wall of His Majesty King William VII. Suddenly a communications officer burst in,

"Sir the Atopianan fleet has been spotted by one of our Nimrod MR4's around 204 NM's SSW of Iragia."

"Contact fleet command at New Danskeran, take us to yellow alert prepare to launch our air wings."

"Yes Sir!"

two thousand UK2 peacekeeper troops landed off the coast of Iragia, there mission was to help keep the citizens of Iragia.56 tons of food,water and medicine were droped off.General Williams were commandering them. They reached one town they could'nt believe this."men hurry these people need medicine,food and water.General Williams looked at a dead young mother still holding her baby,"sara check if the baby is still alive". "Sir the baby's alive". General Williams called up the UK2 military,"we are now in one town in Iragia, we might need more food,water and medicine,we are also counting up the dead, Wait!! holy shit i just heard some kind of bomb, it must of been a city near this town".

Official Message From United Kingdom2's Prime Minister

To all nation's who are at war with Iragia,please let UK2 Peacekeepers evacuate the citizens out of the war zones.

Signed,
Rt.Hon Mary McAleese,Prime Minister of United Kingdom2

PWS Cheshire Cat,
Iragia Expeditionary Fleet

Lieutenant-General Rawlingson was a shortish man in his mid fifties, with greying hair just poking out under his khaki peaked cap and an oak swagger stick tucked under his arm. An avowed patriot and monarchist, he still wore a black armband to signify mourning for the late King Sarius I. He had made his name in British Londinium as the man who led the armoured company to topple the then government at the outset of what came to be known as the New Year Rising. Now he was at sea in command of his own force of around 50,000 men in a completely different part of the world altogether and British Londinium styled itself Eurasia, but precious little had changed.

"Bloody fools!" Exclaimed Admiral Sir Joseph Fieldings. He had just been told that the Eurasians had begun a targetted bombardment of civilians in Iragia.

"This won't play well with the media at home," noted a third man, a Captain of one of the flagships's carriers.

"Damned right it won't, Matthews. It is also morally repugnant."

Lieutenant-General Rawlingson was similarly outraged, although he kept his feelings to himself.

"Well, there is no other course available to us now," continued the Admiral in steady tones. "Kingston was quite clear on what we must now do."

There was a silence during which the Admiral stared blankly out into the distance through the observation gallery's windows, the Captain stared at his Admiral and General Rawlingson stared at his watch.

"Please do enlighten us, Admiral," said Rawlingson, at last.

"Matthews. Are your planes fuelled, armed and ready?" Responded the Admiral, seemingly ignoring the army officer entirely.

"Yes, Sir."

"They are to join the Questerian navy in an attack on the Eurasian fleet. You are not to target the troop transports. You are to assign priority to getting our chaps back alive and destroying the ships bombarding the city. Do I make myself clear, Admiral?"

The Captain was somewhat taken aback, but Rawlingson was less surprised. He knew that the last thing Kingston wanted was mass civilian casualties and the Eurasian fleet was to be the sacrificial lamb to show that Kingston kept its word when it promised to minimise civilian casualties. Besides, Eurasia wasn't even in the Sovereign League. What was it doing here anyway?

Of the fleet's six carriers, the combat complement of three was thrown into the attack, with the remainder held back to defend the fleet from potential air attack. Two hundred and fifty five planes, of which two hundred and twenty would carry ordnance, organised into twenty squadrons each eleven strong began to take off over the next two hours. Each plane carried two Lance anti-shipping missiles (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10447045&postcount=2).

Approaching to within 400km, the planes opened fire, showering the Eurasian fleet with almost 500 missiles.

[OOC: I started writing this before BL posted hence I cut it off a little towards the end, but I use fluid time to assume this happened at around the same time as the Questerian attack.]

Not so long later that day, the planes were in the sky once more, this time joined by another 255 of their compatriots from the other three carriers. They were split into two wings. The first wing was armed with eight long range and four short range anti-air missiles each, and the second wing was armed as the first, with two lance missiles to a plane for most of them, but forty planes configured in the same manner as the first wing to provide protection against aerial attack.

The first wing broke away from the Praetonian fleet and headed towards an incoming body of planes from Atopiana. As they entered range for their very long range SAMs - one hundred and fifty kilometres from their targets - they unleashed a devastating volley of more than 1,100 missiles - 5 out of the 8 long range missiles each plain carried - aimed first and foremost at the troop transports, and then at the AWAC planes and fighter escort, before turning about.

Meanwhile, the second wing streaked towards the enemy fleet. Equipped only with aging communist-built equipment, they were unlikely to be able to defend themselves from the attack that was to come, as almost 500 Lance anti-shipping missiles (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10447045&postcount=2) were fired near to their maximum range of 450km. The missiles would streak towards their targets at high altitude then, as they approached the range of the enemy's close-in defence systems, they would drop to a sea skimming profile, deploy decoys and countermeasures, change course erraticly as they approached the enemy ships and then slam into foreign vessels with nearly a tonne of solid tungsten and high explosive.

Official Transmission to Harakian Forces

Sirs,

His Majesty has thankfully managed to secure a truly neutral third party in the form of ZMI. The forces that will be deployed by ZMI are well trained and well equipped, with a great deal of specialist equipment for protecting civilians within the enclave. Your forces are, therefore, no longer required and can withdraw at their leisure.

His Majesty would like to point out, however, that continued Harakian landings in spite of the fact that they are no longer needed would not be desireable and His Majesty may be forced to direct His forces to take action to prevent such an occurance, especially as so far Haraki has succeeded in antagonising the Iragian Government to a preventable degree.

His Majesty stands side by side with His Harakian friends in the desire to minimise civilian casualties, as has been demonstrated by His swift and decisive action to halt the Eurasian bombardment, and He hopes that this agreement will prove acceptable.

Iragia

As the Praetonian fleet creeped closer to the Iragian coast, friendly planes flew overhead. Bombers, escorted by fighters, flew over the major Iragian cities and dropped leaflets. Most read, in the Iragian language:

ATTENTION IRAGIAN CITIZENS

In response to your government's suppression of protests forces from Praetonia and other Sovereign League states are currently moving to remove your government from power and protect you from further abuses of power.

These forces are not your enemy and they have no desire to cause any of you harm, even those of you in the Iragian army.

Civilians are urged to take what cover they can from the fighting and await a safe rescue by Sovereign League forces.

Military personnel are urged to give up their arms and desert their posts. Any Iragian soldier who presents this leaflet to a Sovereign League soldier or approaches a Sovereign League soldier without weapons and with his or her arms in the air intending to surrender will be assured dignified treatment as a prisoner of war, immediate medical care if it is needed and the immediate provision of food and fresh water and will be released on the ceasation of hostilities.

Iragian personnel who are, upon a Sovereign League victory, proved to have murdered Iragian civilians during the course of the war are subject to life in prisonment or execution upon conviction.

The Sovereign League is on your side. Hereunder are printed the flag of the Sovereign League and the flags of the memberstates of the Sovereign League.



Near the border between Iragia and Atopiana, however, the bombers were dropping bombs intended to block the roadways for enemy troops attempting to enter Iragia to prop up its dictatorship.

Official Transmission to the Praetonian Government:

With all due respect, I feel that the more time is spent without a civilian safe zone established, the more civilian lives will be wasted, and as Haraki already has troops on station and ready to deploy, it seems a logical conclusion that these troops would be deployed on schedule. However, as I recognize your concern and do not want to antagonize Praetonia, I would like ot offer the following compromise:

Harakian troops will deploy and establish the safe zone as agreed by prior decree to the iragian government. Until ZMI forces can arrive, Harakian forces will maintain the perimeter of this zone and attend to all matters pertaining to it. Once sufficient ZMI troops have arrived to secure and hold the area established by Harakian forces, we will unilaterally withdraw. This is not to try and deliberately do back on our word that we would accede to Praetonian requests not to land forces, but merely because we would like to see civilian deaths kept to a minimum and the faster this safe-zone can be established, the more civilian lives it can help. I hope we can reach a suitable compromise.

Signed,
Prime Minister Jaime Wolfe

General Williams had three buses, and he was going to try and evacuate the city near the town. "all right i want most of the to stay and the rest of you will come with me on the buses to evacuate the people in the city". General Williams and the peacekeepers started to drive off to the city, all there could see was smoke and fire. They reached th city, General Williams and the peacekeepers got off the buses, "collect as many people as you can,we need to full these buses up". Peacekeepers got to work helping people out of there hiding spots and the wounded.Allready bus one was full and bus two was almost full.The peacekeepers finally finished fulling up all the buses,"lets get on guys". General Williams and the peacekeepers on got on the buses and started to leave the city, he knew he tryed to evacuate as many people he could.

Transmission from the Eragia Expeditionary Fleet

Sirs,

The ZMI "Parashock" forces currently en route are capable of deploying faster than your own troops can be deployed from ships. You will be happy to hear that your continued presence is thus no longer necessary and you can return to the safety of your home ports.

Dozens of Aerospace Logistics hovercraft dropped on the shore, unloading armored personnel carriers and some AAT. Only a small amount of troops were unloaded, and they stayed nearby, close or inside Haraki controlled zone.

Gecko gunships filled the air, patrolling along the roads. Various APC, from BTR-80 and M113 to BMP-3 and Achzarit, escorted by AAT and gunships, drove along the roads. Some hovercraft followed them, and some stationed near refugee crowds in Haraki zone. Hundreds of unarmed UAV were flying around, seeking for people left behind.

Powerful loudspeakers started to transmit the message:
"Citizens of Iragia! Beware that this zone may soon be under attack. Everyone unarmed or willingly laying down his weapon may board our transport vehicles. You will be provided with safe and free passage to the country of your choice.
If you have nowhere to go, Aerospace Logistics warrants to provide you with home, paying job and all necessary services in Vault 10. You will be able to make your choice once aboard our ships or aircraft. No one will be enforced, and your rights will be maintained. Please proceed to our vehicles if you want to be safe and have opportunity to start your life anew in a better country."


People in Haraki zone were already landing the hovercraft. Soon, one of the pilots noticed General Williams' group.
- "Sir! It's captain David Stevenson, Gecko-M, board 162346. We've spotted three buses. Civilians inside."
Kirill Leonov in the ALC Command Center picked up the radio.
- "Stevenson! Call in additional forces. Defend the vehicles at all costs."
He pointed to one of the assistants. "Lang! Send there four F-35 and four MK-26."

To Vault 10

We have about 12,000 to 15,000 people in a town near the coast of Iragia, we are asking if your men can pick them up, we have buses,food,water,medicine for the citizens,our peacekeepers will still help if needed.

[OOC, more precisely, to Aerospace Logistics - it's not the same IC.]

"Kirill, there are up to 15,000 civilians!" - Stan announced while hanging on the phone.
- "Lang! Call in close hovercraft. Direct Ulyanovsk-15 and The World Soviet Party ships to the shore." - the Coordinator ordered.
- "Roger that."


Along the road, F-35 spotted three buses. MK-26 approached, while F-35 continued to circle around.
In the leading MK-26, Jack Kerrigan quickly detected Williams' radio frequency.
"General Williams! We are Aerospace Logistics forces, send to assist the evacuation. Order everyone to hold tight and hide all electronics, just in case."

Powerful flying cranes with contra-rotating rotors easily picked up the buses with electric magnets and sprinted to the ships at 180 knots, following low altitude, with F-35 circling higher. The remaining crane spotted a truck filled with civilians along another road, and closed to pick it up.

General Williams ordered his men to do what the Aerospace Logistics said.

"Sir we 78 people needed medicine right now."
"we have to go to the town right now, thats were all the medicine is right now".

Williams took up his radio controll,"hello this is General Williams, 78 people on the buses need medicine now but it's all at the town." Williams waited for response ad looked at the people ,some of them were almost pale from the loss of blood peacekeepers tryed hard to stop the bleedingbut it was no use.

"Captain Jack Kerrigan responding. I'm sorry, we can't return to the town, to avoid putting everyone in danger. We'll rush to Haraki territory. Can you provide location of medicines in town? The fourth MK-26 can pick everything up. Please point only what is essential; the ALC ships have extensive hospital facilities aboard. Over."

The air was hot and dry in the open desert region of north western Dephire. Fifteen SCRAM Jets, transport aircraft capable of super sonic flight of Mach 3, were being loaded with several thousand policemen and soldiers to help benefit the defense of the Iragia border. They were to come in fast outside of their nation, and set up a rigid border. That way they are not involved in the war.

Many other aircraft were present. Amongst these were Dephirian Y-Fighters, and Dephirian U-Fighters. Each capable of abilities equal if not superior to the F-22.

Other large aircraft were loaded with Apocalypse Tanks (Invasion class). The Aircraft were large Die'nora with carrying capacities of several thousand tons. Only drawback was the slowness.

"Preparations on schedule?"

"Yes Admrial, everything is in tip-top shape. Once we take off, we should be within hostile airspace within six hours. Heavy armour in two days. We might have to refuel in New Louisianna."

Admrial Hidalgo Coronado nodded.

"That is acceptable. Please relay this information to any possible allies. Tell them that we are to land outside the nation of conflict to set up a border for which they can not escape through if they were to escape. Also tell them that we have ships on the way for strict transport of civilians that are not directly involved in the war effort against our allies. Am I clear?"

The lesser ranked officer saluted and nodded.

"Clearer than crystal, sir."

"Good. You launched five hours ago."

Coronado, a Godsend and Supreme Commander of the Dephirian Airforce, looked over the sleek aircraft.

"God I hope we are welcome, otherwise this will be a short operation."

"yes it's near the town hall were the rest of my Peasekeepers are, can you also pick up my peacekeepers to".

General Williams had sent half of his peacekeepers back home so there was only 100 at the town, he walked over to some of the wounded people and trying to help them, he knew this war would kill thousands of people.

IC: Official Message to Haraki Landing Forces
From: RTRN Battlegroup

"We advise that you not land at the Antioch area. That area has been designated by RTRC* as our landing zone. There is a large town/small port city in the North. Suggest you land there."
End Message

"Vampire, Vampire, Vampire..." A RADAR Operator said as the C-802 Anti-Ship Missiles streaked in. Fortuanantly for the battlegroup, there were a miniscule amount, only thirty-six in all. They were easily swatted from the sky by a barrage of MDSM-4 Surface-Air Missiles.

Then came the Red Tidean counterattack. More H/K-1s took off armed with HARMs, these would target surface-air and triple-A RADAR systems. After returning and rearming, the H/K-1s took off again and flew high over the beaches, out of range of low level anti-aircraft weapons. This time they were armed with guided cluster munition dispensors. Each munition only had a pound of high explsosives, but would come down on their target so fast that it was irrellevant.

The munitions would rip to shreds any infantry and armor on the beach. Fixed fortifications, like concrete bunkers, would probably survive, but be damaged some(the exact degree of damage would depend on where the munition hit and how well the bunker was constructed).

OOC: *RTRC: Red Tidean Red Command, basicilly the Red Tidean equivalent of the Soviet STAVKA.

OOC: Okay, I posted about the UK/Vault 10 thing on the OOC thread, so basically it's a no go as they just kind of bypassed all defences and acted like there was nothing protecting those towns. Plus the troop landing thing.

IC:

*Baker's Landing*

The bombardment had finished, radio chatter and what spotters could see determined someone had hit the Eurasian fleet. The city, or the ruins of it, were no longer under constant assault. As far as they could tell, the Eurasian troops on the beach were stranded.

The Eurasian aircraft had been blown out of the sky before they could finish their attacks, and many of the forces counterattacking the beached troops were still alive. The airstrikes had taken out a good number of artillery positions, but camo nets, tank bunkers, tunnel systems, and trenches, meant that many were still operational as the fighters had been stopped before finishing their work.

It was time for revenge. Hundreds of tanks, APCs, IFVs, and Civil Defence armoured cars rushed forward. ATGM vehicles fired off barrages of precision anti-tank missiles at enemy armour, while rocket batteries bombarded the beaches with massed salvos. Howitzers fired as fast they could, dropping all manner of rounds, from rounds capable of wiping out enemy armour, to VT shells, to conventional HE and fragmentation rounds. Mortar teams rushed forward, unleashing a storm of 60mm, 81mm, and 120mm bombs on the Eurasian forces as more than 10,000 troops charged their positions and reinforced the few defenders still left.

They couldn't wipe out the Eurasians, there were far too many of them, but they would take out as many as possible.

*Baker's Landing*

Captain Walker of the Civil Defence Corps lead his company of armoured cars into one of the city's residential districts. The district's military command centers had been obliterated, as with many of the positions by the Eurasian bombardment, and now enemy propaganda had been dropped espousing lies about the Iragian government and about the intentions of the imperialist forces.

Many civilians, those not already in shelters or killed, were reading them. Some were believing it. Many were desperate, they wanted the war to end, they wanted peace, and they were willing to believe anything.

Walker knew what he had to do. Scores of civilians shouted down the troops, spat at them, called them murderers for bringing this horror onto the city. Walker had them arrested, hundreds were detained, thousands across the whole city. Many were being taken out, those who were the most vocal, those who struggled, those who were violent. They were lined up and shot for treason. Others were being herded into hastily constructed detention centers centred on the ruins of landmark buildings. Razor wire, sandbags, and rubble were used to keep them coralled and positions set up around them. If the bombardment began again, no one would be able to differentiate it from any other military position, and if it didn't, it gave Civil Defence an opportunity to re-educate the popolace, make them see the light once more.

Troops ran to and fro, running supplies, further fortifying their positions. They laid down mines, tank traps, booby traps, they used the ruins to their advantage, setting up killzones, machine gun nests, sniper positions. Logistics officers ran across the city, handing out RPG-28 disposable rocket launchers, 84mm recoiless rifles, more rifles, pistols, machine guns, grenades and ammunition.

Many were dead, so more people were drafted from the shelters. Bodies littered the street, civilian and soldier alike. Fires were beginning to spread, unchecked and uncontrolled. Smoke clogged the atmosphere, the shining jewel of the People's Republic had become hell on Earth.

To: Atopiana and other allied forces
From: Premier General Steeves
Subject: Eurasian forces
Message:
The Eurasian forces are cut off on our beach, we are trying to contain them, and are launching forces to attack but we are outnumbered. Our minefields should hold them for a while, but you have the forces to crush them. Land just north of their position, and move into join our lines and crush them utterly. We have an opportunity to knock them out, we must seize it!

*Antioch*

Missiles and other munitions came screaming in, the beaches north and south of the city were ruined, though many bunkers were still intact but damaged, standing forces were wiped out. Tunnel networks and forces hidden in bunkers to the rear would wait for land troops to attack, but the city's defence would rely on the northern and southern flanks.

Combat engineers blew the piers on the city's waterfront. The waters were mined, so no vessels could come in too close, but with the piers destroyed it was impossible to land troops there. The only way in would be the north and south.

Air defence systems were being wiped out, radar installations destroyed, and large numbers of Iragian troops were dead or dieing. But more filled their places, the defences around the city were fortified, and inside the city proper, guerillas prepared ambushes, booby traps, and other suprises for the enemy.

As in Baker's Landing, and indeed, the rest of the country, civilians not in the Civil Defence shelters were being rounded up, sent into re-education centres or executed outright for decrying the government. Others were too far bombarded with propaganda, and were arming themselves with molotovs, homemade bombs, bolt action rifles, or AKs the military was handing out.

They lacked training, but they knew the terrain, many men, women, and children were being forced to help dig and reinforce trenches, bunkers, and other defences. Streets were made impassable to enemy vehicles, they would try to force them to dismount and leave the safety and firepower of their armour behind, even as artillery systems, ATGM batteries, and the armoured vehicles hidden in underground tunnels prepared to open up on any enemy forces that entered.

HQ building of the KPSP, Platonika, capital city of Kravania

Inside the Headquaters of the ruling party, the Kravanian People's Socialist Party (KPSP), an emergency conference was being held between Kravania's ruler and dictator and leading party officials.

Five men sat in the conference room, around a semi-circle shaped table facing a huge telescreen. The five men were Roger Dascombe, Minister of Propaganda and Information, Edward Limonov, Minister of Foreign Affairs, John Pascoe, Minister of Defence, David White, Minister of State Security and Peter Altman, the Chairman of the People's Directorate of State Security, the PDSS, Kravania's feared secret police and intelligence service.

Kravania's ruler and KPSP leader, Stefan Fauore, appeared on the telescreen.

Stefan Fauore: Comrades, it has been twelve hours now, you must better have results. Minister Limonov.

Edward Limonov: This is the situation at hand Great Leader. The nations of the Sovereign League, namely Alleana, Praetonia, Space Union, Questers and Clandonia Prime are currently at war and in the process of invading the socialist nation of Iragia. Officially under the guise of stopping the Iragian socialist government from killing it's own people, but given their capitalist and imperialist aims, this is a naked war of imperialist agression against a socialist nation and another example of capitalist expansionism.

Some nations have come to support Iragia and that nations right to combat counter-revolutionary subversion and sabotage, along with Iragia's right to national independence and self-determination.

Stefan Fauore: Very well, Mr. Altman.

Peter Altman: Our intel on this situation is this:

That Iragia, despite the support of some nations that Iragia is recieving, will not, as things stand be able to withstand the Sovereign League invasion. Iragia lacks the population, size, finances, productive forces, military strength and international support to win a war such as this.

That as of this moment, the majority of Iragia is still under the control of the legitimate socialist government of it's Premier-General and that it is engaged in battle on the beaches, along it's western coastline. This is a worrying situation, given that it's capital city, Baker's Landing, is on the coast, rather than being in a more easy to defend location such as the central area of the country.

Furthermore, there are signs of anti-socialist activities and treason by certain pro-capitalist and pro-Sovereign League Iragian's, who have grouped together under the banner of the Iragian Democratic Movement and the IDM seems to be assisting the invasion forces by carrying out attacks to tie down and divert the military forces of the People's Republic. IDM activity has been reported in the capital city itself. Whilst, in our estimation, the IDM is both unable and lacks the strength to overthrow the socialist government, it's danger to the People's Republic is it's ability to tie the military forces of the People's Republic down, thus assisting thr invasion.

On the diplomatic front, Iragia seems to be losing, as most nations have sided with or fallen for the propaganda of the Sovereign League. This has been..........
With that, Stefan Fauore cut Peter Altman off.

Stefan Fauore: Minister Dascombe, what are we doing about that?

Roger Dascombe: We are already on it. Kravanian state TV and radio have been covering the war on a 24 hour basis, with a strong emphasis on getting popular support behind the socialist cause in Iragia.

Furthermore, our TV, radio and internet feeds have been using the latest technology to make and invent stories of massacres, mass killings, acts of torture and corruption, with regards to the Sovereign League's war effort.

With constant propaganda, we have whipped Kravanian society into a war frenzy and the demand for the shedding of blood of the people of the nations of the Sovereign League are sky high throughout Kravania.

Stefan Fauore: Good, for Kravania shall soon be at war with the capitalist agressors of the Sovereign League.

John Pascoe: Great Leader, I shall have a fully comprehensive, fully updated war plan and strategy report sent to you within the hour. It has been compiled with every strategic outcome and possibility taken into account of and deals in an effective manner how best to secure Iragia, fend off all invasion forces and attacks and assist in the efforts of the Iragian government in defeating IDM rebels and other sources of instability.

David White: Great Leader, likewise, I have compiled a report for the coming war and how best Kravania will function and how best we can manage internal security, economic functionality, productive capacity, societal assistance for the war effort and other aspects of national governence in a time of war.

Stefan Fauore: Very good, I shall read all these reports over the course of the next day.

Tomorrow, I shall make a state address to the nation, with a speech to clarify the situation and our coming war with the nations of the Sovereign League.

Minister Limonov, I demand that your ministry have issued a declaration of war against all nations hostile to Iragia and the Sovereign League within the next eigthteen hours. It is also your job, in conjunction with Minister Dascombe, to have a well oiled propaganda offensive against the war effort of the Sovereign League, so as to win over as many nations as possible to our side and against the Sovereign League.

Times like these are times when our faith, in everything we believe in, everything we have fought and still struggle for are put to the test, and let us in our hour of rigtheousness prevail over the enemies of socialism and triumph against all those who oppose socialism.

Long live Socialist Kravania!

Socialism Prevails!

With that, the conference was over.

Official Declaration of Intentions of Kormanthorian Military Activity in the Iragian Offensive

From: The Kormanthorian Pentagon
To: Atopian Ministry of War, and all others intent upon landing defense troops.

We are here in support of Questers and World Democracy, this is your last warning turn your fleet around and leave this area or be destroyed.

Kormanthorian World Democracy Offensive Fleet / Secret Fleet Communication

Immediately after sending the Atopian Ministry of War there last warning Fleet Admiral Shultz reached for the secure shore to ship line. Immediately the connection went though … “ Commodore Elkins here Sir, what’s the word Admiral? Well Bob we don’t see much of a chance of the Atopian Navy backing down. Their last communication pretty much said so. As of now I am authorizing your fleet to use deadly force if they continue to advance. Do what you must to keep them out of Iragia … Shultz Out!

Kore World Democracy Offensive Fleet / S F C

Immediately Commodore Robert Elkins ordered ship to ship communications …” This is Commodore Elkins to all battle group Captains … General Quarters, I say again General Quarters! Carrier Flight Operations are to commence immediately, all other surface and subsurface ships are hereby ordered to attack any & all ships trying to land defense forces in Iragia … Elkins Out!

"This is Sky-Eye Four, approaching waypoint Hotel. Request confirmation on location."
The pilot looked out his forward window. All he could see was blue. Different shades of blue mind you, but endless blue nonetheless. His communication system crackled to life.
"Roger, Sky-Eye Four, your bearing is ninety-fiver-three, angel twelve, nine cats."
Good. The pilot mused to himself. Just outside the national airspace of Iragia, and outside the range of the Sovereign League fleets.

His crew informed him they would begin monitering the action below; His A-70M3 aircraft was fat, heavy, and slow. But she could take a beating, and she carried massive amounts of some of the most sophisticated surveillience equipment available. Flanking eitherside of him were shiny brand-new JF-35; two to be precise. They would be flying escort, carrying only air-to-air munitions and extra fuel tanks.

Hundreds of kilometers away, a KC-240 was moving in orbit, should inflight-refueling be necessary.

But for now, the Artitsans would sit and watch. Sit and watch.

Kore World Democracy Offensive Fleet Action

Immediately numerous Osprey Class Mine Hunters, and Sea Knight Helicopters escorted by Seahawk Helicopters took off to start their search and destroy missions for enemy mines and submarines. Immediate communications was established between the Seahawks and all fleet destroyers and submarines. Seconds later the first fighter jets roared into the air to start their search for the Atopian Surface Fleet.

OOC: Kravania, can you please respond to me in our other thread?

IC:

Even as the Peace Now protesters rallied on the steps of Congress, the first Allanean strike wave was about to reach it's goal. Compared to the size of the entire Allanean Army it was rather small – only five S-1000 strategic bombers, moving at high speeds towards the borders of Iragia. What was most interesting about those aircraft was the fact that their crews had no intent of ever getting to Iragia itself.

Approximately two minutes before the aircraft approached a distance of 450 kilometers to the Iragian navy's positions Frederik Niemes, the commander of the first aircraft, nodded to the bombardier. “Lieutenant Galveston, you're clear to activate firing program.”

The Lieutenant nodded, reaching for the ENTER button on the control keyboard in front of him. Due to the full-face helmet and suit he wore, it was not possible to know what he felt about this – but, given he was an Allanean, one would imagine that the thought of the oncoming action filled him with a certain measure of glee.

Even now, a program kernel was activated somewhere in the onboard computer of the S-1000 craft. As the aircraft approached an exact range from Iragia's outermost air defense installations, the computer would begin to fire the onboard missile complement – targetting Iragian ships with Kriegzimmer's wonderful anti-ship products. Of course, most Allaneans didn't actually use kilometers as a unit of measurement...

2,250 furlongs to target, firing.

From Aircraft Delta-51, two long streaks of fire erupted, lashing out towards the horizon. Somewhere there, logged and maintained by Allanea's CubeSat observation sattelites, was the Iragian navy. Lieutenant Galveston smiled under his helmet, knowing without needing to look that at the same moment, identical streaks shot out from Aircraft Delta-52 and Delta-53 on his right and Aircraft Delta-54 and Delta-55 on his left. He also knew – because he saw the plane being armed – that the technicians have laboriously inscribed every missile with a few choice words - just for luck. Messages like 'SCREW IRAGIA' and 'DIE COMMIES DIE' never really run old.

And the missiles continued unloading from the aircraft as they sped onwards to target.

2,000 furlongs to target, firing.

Simultaneously, ten more streaks of fire and death burst from each of the aircraft. It was truly spectacular, thought Galveston, as he saw the brilliant bolts of red lightning shoot towards the horizon, standing out against the greenish-blue surface of the sea under him.

“Hehehe, Captain. Isn't our job great?”

1,750 furlongs to target, firing.

Another salvo – and fifty more missiles were right on their way towards the enemy. As the Captain watched the red string of destruction unwrap from his aircraft, he nodded at Galveston.

“Sure is, Lieutenant. It sure is.”

1,500 furlongs to target, firing.

“That's the last salvo, isn't it?”

“Oh, no, Captain. We've got eight more left.”

“Eight more salvoes? No way, Galveston. The aircraft couldn't carry that many.”

“Oh no, no. Eight more missiles. I think we should enter the turn now.”

The bomber began to slowly change course, preparing for it's final manoever. They knew that, at supersonic speeds, it would take a really large circle to turn a wing of bombers around – and that they could still launch the rockets before the turn was complete.

1,250 furlongs to target, firing.

Even as the last of the 250 missiles were making their way towards the Iragian air defense network, the aircraft were already making a turn left, keeping themselves as far as possible from the enemy craft. They began altering course at a distance of 260 kilometers from the Iragians – at no point of the turn would they end up closer then 175 kilometers from their craft – which was how the pilots of the strategic bombers liked it.

OOC: Now normally i particpatate in space stories, but i thougth I would try this for once.


IC:

The Imperial ships were no ships this world has seen. It didnt float on the water like most ships, they floated above the surface like hovercraft. Huge battleships, cruisers, carriers and transport ships were the main stay of the fleet.

250 miles off of the most northern city/town(not labelled)


Imperial Admiral John Reels stood on the Bridge.

"Comm ready?"

"Yessir."

"Ok, start message then:"


*Start Transmission* Attention Iragia socialist pigs. I am here by ordering you to surrender or feel the rathe of the Earabian Imperial Fleet. I have 200,000 strong troops ready to invade you. If you dont hand over the reigns of your nation and free the peace loving people you oppress with your socialistic laws, i will make sure all of your socialistic leaders and terrorists will end up in hard labor or dead. *End Transmission*

OOC: Urm, Erarbia, this looks like an MT thread only..so expect a less than positive reaction to your uber ships. Unless they are hovercraft, in which case expect missile spam :p

*Start Transmission* Attention Iragia socialist pigs. I am here by ordering you to surrender or feel the rathe of the Earabian Imperial Fleet. I have 200,000 strong troops ready to invade you. If you dont hand over the reigns of your nation and free the peace loving people you oppress with your socialistic laws, i will make sure all of your socialistic leaders and terrorists will end up in hard labor or dead. *End Transmission*

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Earabia
From: TWSP

We are writing this to tell you that your speech hurt our feelings, being a socialist country, we do not opress nor terrorize our own people. We exepct an apology.

Signed,
Alexander Nevskij, TWSP's Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Skies over Antioch

Hovering 70,000 feet over the designated Red Tidean landing zone was an Assassin type reconnassiance UAV. It was invisible to RADAR and invisible to eye sight. It also cruised high, very high, and had a heck of alot of fuel. The H/Ks were back at the carrier, rearming for another, different strike.

The Assassin's job was to identify every single bunker and other hardened position on the beach. Its camera's were equipped with all sorts of different modes: regular color, night vision, infrared, and ultraviolet. It transmitted its live feed directly to the fleet, and it found the targets.

The H/Ks then came back armed with bunker busters and Fuel Air Explosives. The buried into the bunkers before detonating, while the Fuel Air Explosives spread a flammable material around the bunker, small detonators would then ignite the material, creating a giant explosion that would wreck the bunker and kill its occupants, as well as some of the things around it.

Any Fuel Air Explosives left over would be used on massed troops coming in to reinforce the beach defenses. The results should be hugely devestating.

Atopian Airborne Intervention Force, 50 miles from Iragia:

As the first Praetonian aircraft swam into radar range of the AWAC aircraft, orders began to be barked and the fighters began turning to engage. 288 of the 1,926 covering MiG-29s and Su-47s, firing countermeasures as they turned, homed in on the fleeing enemy craft, intent on revenge - there was no doubt in the pilots' minds that there would be casualties. Such a huge air armada could hardly be missed, after all.

Aboard the transports, pilots began flinging their lumbering craft around in hair-raising and entirely unsafe manouevers to try and shake off the closing AAMs. The air filled with chaff, flares, and decoy-drones. Unlike their seaborne comrades, they could not engage the missiles directly. Instead, they could only hope that their countermeasures would be enough.

For some, it was. For many others, it wasn't. As the giant formation split up, the missiles arrived. Hundreds, taken in by the countermeasures or fooled by the electronic warfare systems of the AWACS planes, exploded harmlessly in mid-air. Two hit a giant transport carrying T-95s from 24th Armoured, blasting it from the sky in a huge fireball. Intact, the tanks fell the thousands of feet to the sea below.

Fighters disintegrated as they were hit, an AWACS coming apart so fast that the crew fell, alive, with expressions of stunned horror on their faces. A tanker blew up, its incandescent death taking a MiG with it. Three more, smaller, transports fell blazing from the sky. Another, carrying paratroopers from the 28th Division, was hit. Its pilot kept it level just long enough for the surviving paras to leap into the sky, hoping against hope that they'd survive the waters below.

Then, just as suddenly as the missiles had arrived, they were all gone. Taking stock, the General Officer Commanding checked his display. 389 aircraft downed. A mix of transports and fighters, with two AWACS and five tankers knocked down. Another 76 were reporting damage from shrapnel. Unable to do anything else until his fighters returned, the GOC ordered his armada onwards. Despite the casualties, Third Army would arrive in Iragia.

Atopian Intervention Fleet:

As the huge task force steamed closer to the shore, heading south to trap the enemy in a pincer, outlying scouts spotted the radar signals of enemy aircraft. Their flight pattern matched that of bombers. Ready aircraft were scrambled from the carriers, while the CAPs banked away to intercept.

Before they reached engagement range, the bombers fired their missiles. Calmly ordering a redoubling of evasive measures, and his escorts to guard the transports, the Admiral sat back and watched.

Despite their inexperience, his crews were performing well - only a few mistakes, such as the steam-launching of a scrambling MiG-29K into the sea. Acceptable, he thought.

As the missiles closed, chaff, flares, and EW went into operation. It seemed to make no difference to most of the oncoming weapons. As they closed still further, the updated close-in weapons systems began to engage, their long belching roars providing a modicum of comfort.

Then there was a huge BANG. Leaping from his seat, the Admiral looked around him - then realised what had happened. A Kuznetsov-class carrier had been hit, and exploded spectacularly. A destroyer, steaming hard, was hit by two of the missiles - one that had been about to impact on a transport, and another bound for the destroyer itself. It capsized, sinking in seconds.

More vessels, all around him, were being hit. CIWS had some successes - but they were few, far too few. Of the 704 surface vessels under his command, fully 300 were hit. Of these, 148 sank immediately, and a further 50 in the next half-an-hour. The 102 damaged vessels huddled together for support and aid, steaming slowly and towing the powerless vessels.

Thankfully, the Second Army had suffered very few losses - only two transports had been sunk, and only one Ivan-Rogov damaged. This was due directly to the Admiral's quick thinking and the sacrifice of the escort vessels. The Admiral did not live to see his success, however - his ship had been hit in the magazine, and the cruiser exploded like the Kuznetsov had, earlier.

Underwater, meanwhile, the 100 Oscar-II submarines increased the range of their patrols, looking for the enemy...

[OOC: Atopiana your paratroops did not pass unmolested. They were attacked by more than two hundred Praetonian planes whilst still over water - an attack you seem to have completely ignored. Your fleet has also been attacked by a further two hundred planes - an attack you also seem to have ignored.

I direct your attention to this post - http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12317456&postcount=37 ]

[OOC: Atopiana your paratroops did not pass unmolested. They were attacked by more than two hundred Praetonian planes whilst still over water - an attack you seem to have completely ignored. Your fleet has also been attacked by a further two hundred planes - an attack you also seem to have ignored.

I direct your attention to this post - http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12317456&postcount=37 ]

OOC: D'OH! Sorry, that'll teach me to skim-read posts... I was convinced you were engaging Eurasian forces. Right, time to heavily edit that post of mine...! :rolleyes:

Also, are those weapons MT?! Seem a little much, but fair play, fair play. MiG-time I think.

EDIT: I've changed my post, taken casualties, and would like to inform you that I have no - repeat, no - land border with Iragia so your bombers are wasting bombs :p

North headed invasion fleet.

As the fleet moved up towards the town of Anioch the groups braced them selves for an impending attack. They didn’t know what was about to happen. They squads were scattered all around the landscape. There was no one big army. They heard in the distance the bombs and missiles that were being fired. But they kept moving knowing that the only things that they knew was get rid of the roads and the whole resistance will wither. To do that they had to get to the roads.

After a few more hours of walking they came across a river and the out let. To the other side they saw the town of Anitoch. The commander seeing what was going on turned around and started motioning back to the troops

“ Back off. Get down. We don’t have clearance to be in the town. We will go back south one mile and then move north east. That will get us out of the towns sight.”

The whole movement moved back a little they turned and started moving North-east. At the river bank they hid. Then squad by squad they surveyed the river for traps and started moving across the river.

On the other side they split up into squads and began moving up the road. Being sure to stay out of site of anyone that is driving by. Then they would plant bombs on the road. This would destroy the supply line making it hard to the resistance to fight.

East headed fleet

The east movement moved through the marches of the south they tried their best to avoid being jumped from any troops. Though they didn’t get attacked directly, they saw bombs go off around them. Each time they would take cover and get ready to fight. And each time they grew more and more weary. One they were east of Galacree they moved north. After time they were able to see the road. This was their target. Like the other fleet they moved down the road placing explosives every little ways.


Both fleets(but at different times)

When all the bombs were in place they detonated them. The road was in shambles. It would be very hard for any supplies to make it to the cities to keep the fight going

*Antioch*

The defences were gone, enemy aircraft had conducted a coordinate strike on the beach defences. Many of the mines were still in place, but the trenches, bunkers, and other defences had been blasted apart. The highway had been destroyed, along with the other roads leading out of the city. There was no way in or out of the city now for the defenders.

The combined military forces dug themselves in deeper, continued to lay out traps, round up civilans, shoot suspected collaborators and dissidents, and prepared to fight to the last to defend their country from what they believed was annihalation.

Baker's Landing

Bodies of hundreds of Eurasian personnel slumped to the ground as enemy bullets riddled their bodies, which were swept away by blood and wet sand trickling down the seaboard. For most of the men and women who died, the pungent smell of rain, iron, and blood would be last thing ever to enter their nose.

The Iragians managed to do significant damage to the Eurasian troops - with over five thousand dead, along with eighty destroyed tanks and thirty artillery pieces, this was rather heavy resistance for the Iragian armed forces. Pity that they would have to die.

The Eurasian reinforcements (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12317294&postcount=33) finally arrived, with one hundred thousand new soldiers stepping onto the beaches, with tanks shelling enemy positions, and guns blazing from the Eurasian lines. Over three hundred and seventy six RAC Curiatii aircraft flew over the beaches, attacking any and all Iragian military targets they saw, supporting forty-eight B2 bombers flying at high altitudes, which took out bunkers and anti-tank devices. Destroyers and frigates hurled even more missiles at the Iragians. SSBNs beneath the waves launched cruise missiles to supplement the heavy assault on the Iragians. Iragia would capitulate soon.

Fifteen Kilometers South of Antioch City Limits

Enemy forces had been ripped to shreds, according to the data from the Assassin Drone... which would stay over the area while the landing took place, just in case. The first Red Tidean hovercraft came ashore and Red Tidean Soldiers(who were nicknamed 'Meatpuppets' by pretty much everyone but themselves) stormed onto the coast. A full battalion was quickly on shore, they didnt advance to far, next came an engineer battalion with proper mine clearing equipment.

An hour later, five kilometer wide and two kilometer deep landing zone had been cleared of mines. A full Mechanised-Infantry Division was on shore, with most of its artillery, armor, and ariel formations. Several barges towing three modernised Mulberry-like docks pushed the structures into place near the center of the beachhead so the real heavy stuff, namely XHSPTD-01 tank destroyers(nicknamed 'Medusa') and SPArt-203 selfproppelled artillery could come ashore.

A ten minutes later, the elements of an armored division was moving off of their ships and onto the beachhead. The Dreadnought Battlegroup moved within 13 kilometers off shore of Antioch so they could provide offshore fire support with all guns for when the time to storm the city came.

Finally, H/K-1s screamed over Antioch, dropping cluster bombs filled with leaflets, the leaflets read, in the native language of Iragia:

"ATTENTION FROM THE SOCIALIST STATE OF RED TIDE!

YOUR GOVERMENT HAS BETRAYED YOU AND THE SOCIALIST IDEAL! WE ARE NOT HERE TO PICK A FIGHT WITH YOU! RISE UP, SOLDIERS AND WORKERS OF THE PEOPLES REPUBLIC OF IRAGIA! RISE UP AND TAKE BACK YOUR DESTINY INTO THE HANDS OF WHERE IT BELONGS! THE WORKERS!"

Lieutenant General Lloyd Bronsworth sipped his tea as he watched the veritable swarm of C-5s and C-17s get loaded up. M-413A1 Panther tanks (the Ezaltian variant of the Dartian M-413 Diablo) and T-101 Badger APCs rolled onto the transports, followed by Legionnaire S-15 Humvees and massive Behemoth III heavy tanks. Howitzers and MLRS systems were not forgotten.

Fighters and bombers took off first, followed by the massive transports and troop carriers. They would approach Iragia from the landlocked side as not to alert the enemies' massive navies to their presence. Colonel Kevin Youngblood dozed in his seat, his balaclava resting over his eyes. Six hours and they would be in Iragia. Time to get some sleep.

OOC: I'll post my forces in the OOC thread.

[Atopiana: No problem. I understand its difficult to read everything properly on such an overcrowded thread.

Lance is completely modern tech and could probably have been built as early as the 70s excepting the computer systems and GPS. The difference is that Lance is designed to destroy large, armoured ships with anti-missile defences, as opposed to RL missiles which are designed to destroy unarmoured escorts with minimal active protection.

And the land border I am bombing is with Alomhed. No idea why I wrote Atopiana.]

The Praetonian planes breaking off their attack on the Atopianan planes increased velocity to maximum. It wouldn't be long before they would be within the protective umbrella of their fleet's SAMs and then the Atopianans would be forced either to pull back or to continue into a hail of missiles.

The planes finishing their attack on the Atopianan fleet, too, with their munitions exhausted saw little reason to hang around and wait for the impending wrath of the enemy carrier aircraft and turned to flee back to their carriers to rearm and refuel. The forty or so planes equipped for anti-to-air combat prepared to fire their 240 long-range SAMs if the CAP came within the missiles' 150km.

As the planes turned towards their ships the fleet, too, turned towards the now crippled Atopianan fleet hoping to secure a complete kill.

[OOC: Sorry for the rubbish post, but I've had a lot to do today and it's 11pm. I might flesh this out a bit more tomorrow.]

[OOC: Damnit prae, I have a post upcoming :P also any way you can get on IRC or MSN?]

The Sea

The Essex, the fourth of the IQN's five supercarriers had joined the Taiho some hours earlier and their two battlegroups were now sailing side by side. The two giant carriers were also accompanied by Ardent and Ark Royal, a pair of medium carriers which also had a deadly strike element. Given Questers was now fairly worried that there would be some measure of intervention, the deployment of 1311 aircraft on 4 carriers was justified enough. The IQN wasn't letting anyone get past their blockade, and what was even better was that a further three groups of G4Ms had arrived to be deployed on one of the IQN's many islands it used as airbases only 7,000km away. The G4M's tremendous range meant they could strike at naval assets around Iragia. However, Fleet Admiral Minoru Fuchida who took command of Task Force: Iragi Freedom, knew he couldnt' wait for the G4Ms and their deadly payload before striking the Atopianans - nor could he really escort them properly. Therefore, another striking blow from his carriers was in order to finish the Atopianan fleet.

Fuchida also knew that the enemies equipment - while having strong anti shipping missiles, was also lacking in real air defence, given the age and type - according to satellite photos anyway - of their escorts. Still, satellites were rarely correct, and he would have to put attention into sinking escorts too, lest his planes be shot out the sky while returning. Therefore, he planned his attack carefully. He didn't send out any scout planes - he wanted to give the enemy as little info as possible. Therefore he relied on the satellites which weren't as reliable as Fuchida would have liked. Nevertheless, he decided on launching all the bombers available and sinking the superdreadnought and the carriers, while his fighters would fly behind, and then torpedo bombers to attack the weaker escorts and also to finish the superdread. The tactic seemed solid on paper and with the number of aircraft, Fuchida hoped to quickly overwhelm the enemy and take out their fighters, leaving the battlegroup vulnerable for a second wave, and even for a G4M strike - he had called in the G4Ms an hour ago but he didn't think it'd make a difference for this battle.

Two hours later the first wave of aircraft set off. 450 of the M4M4 Shokaku planes, each loaded with a powerful AS8A missile advanced, and at 300km, out of RADAR range, unleashed their missiles on the Atopianan superdreadnought. The power of the missiles (see OOC thread for stats) would be sufficient to cripple the super dreadnought - or mission kill it, at least. Behind them, 225 fighter aircraft from Taiho backed the bombers behind them, then another 252 bombers with an AS8A each which targeted their missiles at the carriers. All the bombers fired their missiles at 300 kilometres, giving the AS8As enough time to maneveure, the bombers and fighters would continue to 200km and then be in range to target the ships with their missiles.

From the medum carriers, 440 B3Ms with eight of the 55cm torpedoes used on the Eurasian fleet earlier launched. Twenty minutes behind the bombers and fighters, they dropped to torpedo launcher level and were underneath RADAR scanning when they launched their torpedoes at a good 50 kilometres, leaving over 3,500 torpedoes in the water from two directions of the enemy fleet, pincering it with torpedoes.

To the Government of Almohed,

As we have seen your willingness to support operations against the aggressors of the Sovereign League in the nation of Iragia, we humbly request the use of your nation's airbases as landing zones for our ground and air forces to initiate operations against the invading forces and to provide protection for your nation from a reprisal assault across your borders.

Time is short and we hope for your reply soon.

Signed,

President Holden Reid of Aequatio.

To: President Holden Reid, Aequatio
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

I apologize Mr. President for the delay in my response. His Imperial Majesty has been pondering the request, and has decided to agree. We have four airstrips that are near the Iragian border, that we will allow you to use. Fort Shem, Fort Ananias, Fort Michael, and Fort Elijah. Also, you are free to land on any of our aircraft carriers currently under the authority of the Iragian government, superceded only by myself or by His Imperial Majesty.

Regards,
Gen. Isaac Azariah

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To: Gen. Mackenzie
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

General Mackenzie, His Imperial Majesty has cleared the use of airbases, and aircraft carriers for use by the Aequatian military, but only those which are under your command. It is to our knowledge that they wish to aid you in your war.

Regards,
Gen. Isaac Azariah

Official Message
To: Aerospace Logistics Corp.
From: SSRT Goverment

"We bring greetings from our nation. While in the process of liberating Iragia's citizens, we cannot help but notice that you are procceeding down the noble goal of evacuating the poor souls from this wartorn country. We have an deal to offer you.

As you may or may not know... Iragia, from our reconnassiance reports, has destroyed its piers all over the coast. We cannot help but think this will make mass evacuation by your corporation more difficult then it needs to be. Our forces brought along seven portable artificial harbors, akin to the old 'Mulberry Harbors' except modernised, for this eventuality. However, we only really need six of them.

So here is our quandry, we have one extra artificial harbor that we dont really know what to do with. So we want to lease it to you. There is a catch, of course. You see... our nation is undergoing a slight mineral crunch on two important strategic natural minerals, namely iron ore and tungsten. We are trying to open new mines to compensate but this wont be done for another few months.

In the meantime, in exchange for leasing this artificial harbor to you, we request nothing more then two months worth stock of these minerals sold to us at discount prices... say, 25%?

We await your response."
End Message

SIC[Questers/Praetonia Only]:

[Heavily Encrypted Message]
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The Armed Capitalist Republic of The Silver Sky

Attention our great allies in Praetonia and Questeria. We have heeded the call of our Sovereign League Allies to help liberate the obviously oppressed people of Iragia. Their communist dictatorship needs to be removed an the people given control of the government, whatever they choose it to be.

I have at my disposal an entire field army, 474,500 combat troops, including 49,000 Airborne Troops for the liberation of Iragia. Also at my command are 545 combat ships, currently 2000km east, north east of Iragia.

Our current plane is to attack a nothern port city, in an attempt to reach the capital first, and cut off Almohed aid. We want to land airborne troops outside the city to surround it and sieze it, then land troops at the remaining ports and 'Mulberry Harbors' we have brought.

We hope you allow us to help in this great under taking.

Kara Maddox
President, The Silver Sky

Aboard the DAS Jehoboam, a crewman hands Adm. Joseph Valentine a notice. He immediately takes action, and commands his crew to make a wide turn, and go back the way they came. A ship had been spotted on radar near the edge of Almodite waters. Adm. Valentine sent an encrypted message to Headquarters.

Ship spotted. Unidentified. 32 miles northeast. Speed at 36 knots. Will request identification. DAS Jehoboam.

As the DAS Jehoboam neared the unidentified ship, Adm. Valentine sent a message.

This is Adm. Joseph Valentine of the DAS Jehoboam. Although you are outside our recognized waters, your a little too close for comfort. Please identify yourself. If you do not reply, we will be forced to fire upon your vessel.

What the Admiral did not tell the vessel, was that the entire 4th Imperial Fleet was a few miles away, waiting for the reply. He knew that the vessels had already picked them up on radar, but he didn't care. If the ship was hostile, he didn't want to be caught with his pants down.

New Louisianna, Chitzeland (Dephirian Control)

"Alright, let's get this fleet in the air! We were supposed to be there three hours ago!" Captain Benedict exclaimed to his fellow pilots. He was piloting a Dephirian Y-Fighter, a close relative of the SU-47 and SU-27 mixed.

"Aye sir!" replied his wingman, Diego. "Black Raz, bank hard left. Increase thrust. If you hit anti-air, ascend. Holy shi-" he looked down. Floating nearly four thousand feet below him was the mighty Dephirian Secondary Fleet, used for snap-invasions.

"What's that Diego? Oh. Yeah, Coronado said that Admrial Jane would be leading the Bora'kule Fleet towards some God forsaken place." Captain Reynolds, the leader of Deiroa Squodren, or 'Black Squadron (the most elite of Dephire's airforce).

"I heard about that. Dang, Jane's there? This is the closest I've been to a Godsend," replied Diego.

"What are you talking about? That guy with all of those medals back in Dephire was Godsend Admiral Hidalgo Coronado!" Benedict exclaimed.

"Really?! Wow, wish I had known that sooner!" The surprise from Diego had everyone in the squadron chuckle. "What? I've never met a Godsend in person! Well...almost never. I met Jonathan Vega before he was declared Godsend. Never knew he was the Emperor. Hell, I would follow him to any battle, hands down!"

"You'll have your chance, Diego. For now, we are approaching the one hundred mile perimeter of Iragia. Hold on! Transports, do you see a clearing or an air field?"

Atopian Air Armada - Third Army, 10,000 feet above Iragia:

As the MiGs and Berkuts gave up the chase, angry and frustrated, their sheep began offloading troops and equipment. To the immense anger of General Officer Commanding Brankovski, his proposed landing grounds had been hit some time before, and were cratered wrecks.

Whilst his Air Mobile Divisions, entirely in helicopters, had survived the enemy attack unscathed (having been flying low and slow), they would not arrive for another 45 minutes. His Paratroopers were mauled, missing most of their light tanks and with only half the assault guns they were supposed to have. Nevertheless, they were all out and on the ground, and moving the ten miles south towards the enemy beachhead. Soon they'd be joined by the Air Mobile units and then the 140,000 or so Atopian troops would punch into the beachhead in support of Iragian defenders.

Meanwhile, he still had the problem of his Armoured and Mechanised divisions. His Special Forces units were already - had been for hours - deployed across Iragia, so that was one less thing to worry about. His heavy armour, however, would be useless. Light infantry it is then, he sighed. Ordering his larger transports with their cargos of T-95s, BMPs and Tunguskas to make for home, he began the landings of his infantry. Devoid of their transport, his armoured thrust would have to footslog towards the beaches and deploy as light infantry. At least they had some anti-tank and anti-air capability, although it wasn't as much as he'd hoped or wanted.

Within the space of just two hours, the 486,000 survivors of Third Army were deployed and moving out, on foot. The Paratroopers were on point, followed by the 21st, 22nd and 23rd Infantry Divisions and the soldiers of 25th and 26th Armoured Division. The dismounted tankers of the 24th Armoured Division were tasked with defending his forward base and medical units, along with the few AAA and SAM systems salvaged from a transport which, damaged, had crash-landed.

29th and 30th Air Mobile Divisions, however, had begun their aggressive assault on the Eurasian left flank. Sweeping in low, the attack helicopters had been backed up by the Mi-8s and other transport helis which disgorged 100,000 soldiers onto the beach. Hundreds of Kamovs and Hinds ranged across the enemy positions, raking them with cannon and rocket fire.

Atopian Intervention Fleet, Beggar's Bay Landing Zone 30 miles north of Eurasian Beachhead:

Protected by their escorts, the transports and helicopters began ferrying the surviving members of Second Army to land. Thanks to the sacrifice of many destroyer and cruiser crews, the majority of Second Army had arrived safely, if slightly shaken. The Air Mobile divisions had flown ashore in the first wave, while the First Marine Division and the Paratroop Division had come ashore in the second.

They were followed up by the 11th and 14th Divisions, then the 12th and 15th. 17th Division had gone ashore elsewhere, and were ranging through Iragia as befitted their special operations procedures.

As 13th and 18th Divisions were disembarking, the Quester attack hit. In the first moments, the superdreadnought was hit amidships. Four more Kirov-class vessels were struck, as was an Ivan-Rogov carrying part of 18th Division. All sank, the superdreadnought breaking in two as its primary magazine exploded.

At the same time, the Ready Wings launched to join the CAPs who were already streaking towards the enemy aircraft. Closing rapidly, the MiGs opened fire with their over-the-horizon anti-air missiles. Countermeasures sprang from the aircraft as yet more sprang from the decks of the carriers even as missiles plunged into the Ul'yanov-class, which began to list. MiG-29Ks slid off its deck and into the sea.

CIWS and countermeasures began to have an effect, but before the attack was over some 200 vessels had been hit, many sinking. Most, however, were merely heavily damaged.

Evasive action and countermeasures ensured that the torpedo strike was less effective than it should have been. Several destroyers and cruisers were hit, some sinking. An Udaloy exploded, showering the 13th Division's landing craft with shrapnel, killing a few unlucky soldiers.

In the silence that followed, the surviving vessels began to launch their counterstrike. Hundreds of anti-ship rockets blasted forth from their launchers while the 100 Oscar-IIs prowled towards the Quester fleet, running slow and quiet...

Official Communique of the People's Government of the Socialist Republic of Kravania

From: Edward Limonov, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Socialist Republic of Kravania
To: All nations at war with Iragia

The Socialist Republic of Kravania declares a state of total war against all nations that are currently at war, or in the future will be at war, with the People's Republic of Iragia.

The Socialist Republic of Kravania will not tolerate the imperialist agression of the barbaric capitalist nations and their bloodthirsty tyrannical leaderships, against the People's Republic of Iragia. The Socialist Republic of Kravania shall fight to the very last bullet, the very last man and the very last drop of blood to uphold and defend the independence and right to national self-determination of the People's Republic of Iragia.

The Socialist Republic of Kravania calls upon all fellow socialist nations, all fellow anti-imperialist nations and all other noble and great nations who have come to the defence of the People's Republic of Iragia, to co-ordinate their efforts and remain steadfast in our valour and unity of purpose and to win this great war.

This war shall be the end of the imperialist and fascist plot that is the Sovereign League and the Socialist Republic of Kravania shall now have as it's primary objective the complete, total and utter destruction of the Sovereign League, along with all of it's constituent nations and everything this vile organisation stands for.

To: Almohed Air Command
From: Ezaltian Forward Air Force High Command

It had recently come to our attention that all the airfields in your neighbor Iragia are unusable. We request permission to use air bases in the southern part of your country as staging grounds to send ground troops to defend Iragia. Our fighters and bombers will also be stationed there, if you agree.

In return, we offer you a 30% dicount on oil sales to your nation.

Air Marshal Horatio Olivier
Ezaltian Forward Air Force

To: Edward Limonov
From: Bora'Vaok (The Dephirian Airforce Squadron)

"Our nation is not at war with anyone. We are coming in from the south to drop police, soldiers, vehicles, supplies, and other various necessities to the areas outside of Iragia. The Dephirian people will not directly intervene with any part of the war effort. In fact, we are there to act as an outside neutral zone for defense of the surrounding area not wishing to be involved in this conflict. Our involvement in this war will be short. No civilians shall be harmed, nor shall any person of any side be harmed on our account. However, if we are fired upon, then I hope that those accounted for will be able to defend themselves from the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations.

This is not a threat, just a firm statement. Do not attack us for we are not attacking anyone. Thank you. Oh, by the way, you can refer to me as Captain Reynolds of the Dephirian Fleet. Good day sirs!"

Official Communique of the People's Government of the Socialist Republic of Kravania

From: Edward Limonov, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Socialist Republic of Kravania
To: Captain Reynolds of the Dephirian Fleet

The Socialist Republic of Kravania has taken your message into account.

Our declaration of war was against those nations that are either members of the Sovereign League and/or currently at war with the People's Republic of Iragia. Our declaration of war does EXCLUDE any nation which is involved in peacekeeping and/or efforts at humanitarian assistance.

The Socialist Republic of Kravania bids your nation's efforts well.

SIC

To: Iragian Government, Kravanian Government
From: Officer Commanding, Atopian First Army Group

All,

Despite semi-successful landings of around a million troops to the north of the Eurasian landings, we are no longer able to maintain a naval or aerial presence. Air support will be limited to VTOL and helicopters, while our fleet is at this moment attempting to fight its way out of the exclusion zone.

We would be greatful for any and all offers of assistance in defending the Iragian people and government.

Our forces are attempting to link up with Iragian troops with an eye to expelling the Eurasians before sweeping south to contest Red Tide landings.

Yours,

Field-Marshal Tukhachekov

To: Almohed Air Command
From: Ezaltian Forward Air Force High Command

It had recently come to our attention that all the airfields in your neighbor Iragia are unusable. We request permission to use air bases in the southern part of your country as staging grounds to send ground troops to defend Iragia. Our fighters and bombers will also be stationed there, if you agree.

In return, we offer you a 30% dicount on oil sales to your nation.

Air Marshal Horatio Olivier
Ezaltian Forward Air Force

To: Air Marshal Olivier
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

Permission granted. But do not stage any battles over our airspace. If any battles occur, we will have to send our own aircraft to defend what we will believe to be a threat to our population. It should be known that we do not agree with the form of government the people of Iragia have chosen to be ruled under, but we respect Iragia's boundaries and sovereignty.

Regards,
Gen. Isaac Azariah

"Thank you Captain, you may have just saved us an aweful lot of paperwork," spoke the Godsend Admiral Jane Romanov. She paced back and forth on the bridge looking over the satellite images just taken seconds ago. Iragia was a mess. Ships littered its western shores, and she hoped that the Dephirian Fleet would stay far enough away to be untouched. Jane Romanov was highly intelligent, and recently engaged to her Emperor, Delthar Scythis. This was much to the anger of Scythis' brother, but he knew it would happen someday.

Jane smiled while she messed with the golden Goul'dar, a bracelet with five fingers extending to the adjacent digit on the person's hand in which a ring is present. Very expensive indeed were the Goul'dar.

Within the Bora'kule Fleet were fifty ships. Two aircraft carriers (for refueling purposes only), ten Godsend Battleships, twenty Godsend Destroyers, eight Godsend Anti-Air ships, four Godsend Submarines, and six resupply ships.

"Ma'am. Bora'Vaok is having issues finding a landing zone outside of Iragia..."

OOC:
Can there be an extention to the present map to include roughly twenty miles outward from the borders of Iragia?

Second Army, 20 miles North of Third Army:

As the remnants of the Intervention Fleet burned and sank in the bay, with the surviving vessels limping homewards at 15 knots, the surviving soldiers of the Second Army gunned the engines of their vehicles and began the drive south.

Tunguska-Ms kept watch against air assault, while the columns of T-95s and BMP-3s were supported by the attack and utility helicopters of 19th and 20th Air Mobile Divisions. Paratroopers rode on the vehicles of the Marine Division, and on their own lighter vehicles.

If unmolested, they would link up with Third Army in under an hour... and then the combined force of almost a million soldiers would drive the Eurasians from the beaches.

Rear Admiral Retyana Dostyana was frowning at her RADAR screen.

'Idiot!' She thought, An enemy fleet well within missile range for several hours and I didnt even notice!

She sighed, and then asked a nearby soldier:

"How many CM-4s are we carrying?" She asked.

"Standard load-out, m'am." Was the Sailorpuppets monotonous reply.

"Very good... lets begin using them." She said, and then began issuing orders.

The main offensive arm of the Red Tidean Dreadnough Battlegroup was the Superdreadnought and its five M-Battleships. The M-Battleships, which were really overarmed, overarmored heavy cruisers, had 2,500 VLS tubes... PER SHIP. About 25% of which were filled with MDSM-4 or -6 Surface-Air Missiles. Another 25% was filled with land attack ordinance, primarily the LRASM and the CM-2 Cruise Missiles. The SD had 4,000 VLS Tubes armed with 30% Surface-Air Ordinance, 20% Land Attack Ordinance, and 50% Anti-Ship Ordinance.

The final 50% was loaded with Anti-Ship Ordinance, completely CM-4s. The CM-4 was armed with a devestating 600 kilogram warhead, had a range of 600 kilometers. What made it unique was that it wasnt designed to fly fast through most defenses... but fly OVER the defenses. When fired, a rocket booster took it up to 100,000 feet at which point a SCRAMjet activated and flew the missile the most of the way to its target at mach 3.8, using a combination of GPS and intertial guidance to make it near the target.

Once close enough to the target(usually preset into the computer), it would switch on a active RADAR homing device... and enter its terminal dive. The sheer kinetic energy of a missile moving at mach-4.9 alone would be enough to sink most ships instantly, the 600 kilogram warhead just made it even more gruesome.

A full 1,000 missiles were fired at the Atopianan fleet.

OOC: Well, looks like I'll be buying a new navy then. :rolleyes:

IC:

Atopian Intervention Fleet, 10 miles offshore:

As the missiles burned in, the crews took to their lifeboats, leaving the vessels to drift. Before many had got clear, the remainder of the once-proud fleet disintegrated under the huge barrage of rockets.

Oscar-II Attack Force:

Silently, slowly, the Oscars had approached to within torpedo range of the Quester fleet. As one, they launched a salvo of torpedoes towards the enemy vessels - then turned about and fled.

OOC: Updated map, without geographical, clearer names, and Almohed locations named in RP so far.

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To: Air Marshal Olivier
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

Permission granted. But do not stage any battles over our airspace. If any battles occur, we will have to send our own aircraft to defend what we will believe to be a threat to our population. It should be known that we do not agree with the form of government the people of Iragia have chosen to be ruled under, but we respect Iragia's boundaries and sovereignty.

Regards,
Gen. Isaac Azariah

We are glad to have come to an arrangement. We shall defend your airspace is if it were our own.

Ezaltian Forward Air Base

The massive swarm of Ezaltian aircraft began to land and unload their cargo. Fighters landed and refueled, ready to be launched at a moment's notice. Lieutenant General Bronsworth looked at a small liquid-crystal screen showing a satellite image of the stranded Atopanian soldiers. The first order of battle was to establish a supply line with them, and then jointly drive the invaders out of Iragia. Bronsworth nodded, and then set off to organize a column to reach the Atopanians.

"Approaching Iragian shore, sir! Twenty miles left!"

"Very well. At my command, we will begin bombardment of enemy facilities. All units, stand ready for salvo"

"Aye-aye, Sir!"

The turrets on the Feathermore-class superdreadnaught swiveled towards the shore. So did the turrets and weapon systems on the other Allanean warships. Within several minutes, the firepower of the entire 1000-ship fleet was focused on a length of shore thirty kilometers wide.

"All units ready for salvo, Sir!'

"At my command – SALVO!"

The deck of the superdreadnaught shook with a long, ear-splitting roar as thousands of shells, rockets, and guided missiles tore out into the direction of the Iragian shore. Shell after shell, rocket after rocket, for two and a half hours, they bombarded the Iragian shore.

The idea was simple – to prepare the shore for a landing.

But this was not everything.

From the carriers, hundreds of aircraft took off, peppering the shore with cluster munitions from an altitude of ten kilometers, too high from AA cannon to reach, and too high for accurately aiming munitions – but they didn't need to, either. Further, when they detected a RADAR beam, a message was routed back to the Allanean ships – and a rocket or shell salvo was fired back at the location of the RADAR.


OOC: In other words, my navy has chosen a small area of the shore and is focusing it's entire firepower on it, which is waaaay excessive and wasteful.

Clandonian Royal Air Force HQ, New Minskian

The boardroom was in a closed session meeting, officers of His Majesty's air force had gathered to discuss the latest implications with regards to the Sovereign Leagues war in Iragia.

"Our old enemies the Ezaltian's have appeared to have rushed to Iragias aid. With airbases down they have managed to secure basing rights at Almohed, a neutral party in this affair. Our best plan would of been to bombard this base or deploy assault forces but this seems out of the question now, they have set up any such attack would drag us into a war with the Almohedians."

"What about strikes against Ezaltia?" Spoke one of the more senior grey haired air force commanders, taking off his glasses to observe the projector display.

"That is a strong possibility, we deploy bomber units and destroy their airfields but risk upsetting the Nova Europan's possibly dragging us into conflict with them."

"Does anyone have a plan?" Spoke the senior general Sir Stuart Eden in almost a sarcastic way.

"Well, errrr we could deploy forces to attack Ezaltian supply transports from their homeland. With the troops levels they have they will need continuous resupply, these will be weak we down these and it will help allied forces on the ground."

"Brilliant, I shall inform His Majesty at once, as we may now need a declaration of war."



In Clandonia itself, preparations for the war were given the green light as the Clandonian Royal Naval Air Force was ordered to sink Ezaltian shipping assets with its TU-22M's and Nimrod MR4 aircraft. Long range fighters of the F-36 Gladius fighters to attack F-36 Ezaltian transport aircraft, orders were to destroy them to prevent resupply which would hamper allied Sovereign League forces, these were His Majesty's.


The Clandonian fleet moved in to the area, along the edge of the territorial waters of Almohed listening in to radio chatter and observing Ezaltian movements as they readied S-300 from the Kirov Battle Cruisers and SM-2 MR from the Ticonderoga's.

First Army Group:

After some hours of delay at the beachhead as the late arrivals formed up and a temporary medical base was set up, the whole of Second Army had got underway. By the time the lead brigades of Second Army had met up with the footsloggers from Third Army, the last units had begun to move off. Within half an hour, as the lead units of Second met Third, the combined force was just minutes away from the engaged units of Third Army. Second Army's two Air Mobile Divisions had ranged ahead to lend their weight to the six-division assault on the Eurasian left flank.

Could the Eurasians stand up to the firepower of 295,470 soldiers with thousands of helicopters, light tanks and artillery?

If not, they would certainly break when the remaining units of First Army Group arrived to smash into them with heavy armour and heavier artillery pieces.

Already the Second Army's mobile artillery pieces were lobbing shells into the Eurasian positions while attack heliopters strafed the enemy, providing covering fire for the skirmishing infantry whose attacks had brought them within yards of the Iragian defenders.

Clandonian Royal Air Force HQ, New Minskian

The boardroom was in a closed session meeting, officers of His Majesty's air force had gathered to discuss the latest implications with regards to the Sovereign Leagues war in Iragia.

"Our old enemies the Ezaltian's have appeared to have rushed to Iragias aid. With airbases down they have managed to secure basing rights at Almohed, a neutral party in this affair. Our best plan would of been to bombard this base or deploy assault forces but this seems out of the question now, they have set up any such attack would drag us into a war with the Almohedians."

"What about strikes against Ezaltia?" Spoke one of the more senior grey haired air force commanders, taking off his glasses to observe the projector display.

"That is a strong possibility, we deploy bomber units and destroy their airfields but risk upsetting the Nova Europan's possibly dragging us into conflict with them."

"Does anyone have a plan?" Spoke the senior general Sir Stuart Eden in almost a sarcastic way.

"Well, errrr we could deploy forces to attack Ezaltian supply transports from their homeland. With the troops levels they have they will need continuous resupply, these will be weak we down these and it will help allied forces on the ground."

"Brilliant, I shall inform His Majesty at once, as we may now need a declaration of war."



In Clandonia itself, preparations for the war were given the green light as the Clandonian Royal Naval Air Force was ordered to sink Ezaltian shipping assets with its TU-22M's and Nimrod MR4 aircraft. Long range fighters of the F-36 Gladius fighters to attack F-36 Ezaltian transport aircraft, orders were to destroy them to prevent resupply which would hamper allied Sovereign League forces, these were His Majesty's.


The Clandonian fleet moved in to the area, along the edge of the territorial waters of Almohed listening in to radio chatter and observing Ezaltian movements as they readied S-300 from the Kirov Battle Cruisers and SM-2 MR from the Ticonderoga's.

OOC: I'm not using ships to resupply my troops. Airplanes, mostly.

IC: When an entire flight of Ezaltian C-17s was obliterated by Clandonian fighters, each air convoy was given a 12-plane escort. F/A-501s, F/A-401s, and F-119s were all used interchangably to escort the transports against any Clandonian attack.

Iragia-Almohed Border

Colonel Kevin Youngblood's Behemoth III led the first task force into Iragia. Behemoths, Panthers, Badgers, CV90s, PzH-2000s, M270s, Legionnaire S-15s, and various trucks and engineer vehicles made up the giant convoy as it crossed the border, rolling across fields and plains towards the city of Hamilton. They would stop there and prepare to strike against the Eurasian forces in Baker's Landing.

Over Hamilton

Major Alexander Erricson's F-119A Banshee interceptor soared at 40,000 feet, loaded to the brim with missiles and bombs. His wing of 36 fighters had been tasked with securing air superiority over Baker's Landing, and then strike at Eurasian ground forces.

OOC: Each fighter is loaded with:
8x AIM-9X
8x AIM-120D
8x AGM-154A

Londinium, what do you have on and around the beach?

*Fortified Bunker, beneath the ruins of the Presidential Palace*

"Sir! Atopian forces have landed north of the Eurasian position and are moving south to engage them!"

"What can we commit?" The Premier-General asked.

"Not much sir, our armour is all but gone, and I'm not sure if I want to draw out our remaining garrison from their ambush positions..." General Mackenzie replied.

"Damnit man! We have the chance to drive the enemy into the sea, we must strike now!" The Premier General railed.

"But..."

"Do it!"

"Yes, sir!"

*Baker's Landing*

Corporal Shoale lowered his head in mourning as the screams came in over the radio. The Iragian counter-offensive was being beaten back brutally by the crack Eurasian troops. They had training, state of the weapons, armour, all the things the Iragians didn't have.

Eurasian aircraft had unleashed their fury yet again, and most of the Iragian artillery positions had been wiped out, only a few lone guns fighting on. The armour was wiped out, and a few hundred survivors ran back to the relative safety of the city.

"Men! These soldiers have failed in their duty! They deserted their comrades on the field of the battle. You know our orders, desertion means death!" the company command yelled.

Shoale fought back his tears as he looked at the mix of LF troops and militia fighters fleeing back to the city the first shots started to ring out and the runners found themselves caught between hundreds of thousands of Eurasian invaders and their own brothers in arms.

He squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop himself from weeping. Then, slowly, he opened them, raised his kalashnikov to his shoulder, lined up the sights, and three shots rang out. Colonel Mathers, thirty year veteran of the Liberation Forces, pronounced Hero of the People after leading a bayonet charge against the Presidential Guard of President Douglas, dropped to the ground as three 7.62mm rounds ripped through his body.

"New orders! Atopian forces have landed and are coming down from further up north! We have our opportunity! All forces fix bayonets and charge!" the company commander yelled as most of the city's garrison, some fifty-thousand armed effectives, charged forward.

*Antioch*

Enemy forces were coming in hard and fast, the beach defences were gone, and they were cut off. Stocks would last for a while, but the defences weren't as prepared as Baker's Landing, and airstrikes had rendered many positions either weakend or entirely destroyed.

76mm pack guns were rolled out, and infantry teams deployed mortars to fight off enemy forces. Engineers set off demo charges, armed booby traps, mines, and tried to do what they could to shore up bunkers and make the city hell for enemy forces.

They only hoped they could hold out long enough for the northern forces to come to their rescue.


To: All Allied commanders
From: Premier-General Steeves
Subject: Consolidation
Message:
I would like to acknowledge your offers of aid, and extend my thanks for the assistance you have all provided against these Imperialist invaders. We are emptying out garrison at Baker's Landing to join Atopian forces in the assault on the Eurasian landing zones. I ask that all allied forces land at the Atopian beaches, so that we may deal with the threat to our capital first, then move south to combat the forces attacking there. Our transportation infrastructure has been destroyed, and while we are working to repair some of it, it will be a long time before we are able to move troops around the country again. Also, counter-revolutionary elements deeper in country have been tieing up military resources, leaving us with our Antioch and Baker's Landing garrisons only, as well as some troops in the Galacey area.

OOC: Atopiana: I am going to request that you stop posting until BL gets here. You have given him almost no chance to react to the large movement of troops which he would not have failed to notice.

IC: Five Kilometers South of Antioch

The majority of a Red Tidean Army Corps had been offloaded onto the beach, so far the Red Tidean Red Army(RTRA) had not gotten any closer then five kilometers to the city. The RTRC in the meantime had gotten the Premier to deploy the rest of the Army Group the 4th Field Army was apart of. That meant that another 525,000 men were on their way... which would bring the total number of Red Tidean combat personnel up to 1,050,000 men.

Any Iragian mortar or artillery fire was quickly plotted back to its original point via Counter-Battery RADAR. Then either G-Battleships or the Field Armies artillery would blast the position with a short carpeting of shells. The Red Tideans, however, did not move any closer then five kilometers to the city. They had their reasons.

Colonel-General Dostyana was not in a good mood, she had just learned that she was about to be relieved of her position of Commander of Red Tidean Forces in the Iragian Theater. Instead, her superior, a one Field Marshal Murmansk, was going to take over. Until then... oh, well.

It was with an ahem that she turned to the Brigidier-General who was in the position of communications.

"The reason that we are not advancing on the city has become clear comrade. Due to the lack of civilians picked up by our Assassin Drones, Red Command has concluded that all the civilians have either entered air raid shelters, have fled, or have been forced into armed service. Our goverment will be contacting the Sovereign League Forces in order to make sure they wont get to upset about what our comrades in the Red Airforce have planned."

Top Secret Message
To: Sovereign League Goverments
From: SSRT Goverment

"Our reconnassiance assets over the city of Antioch have found a huge lack of civilians. We most certainly believe that the only civilians left are either hiding in air raid shelters, fled, or have been drafted. This makes them either immune to what we are about to propose or enemy combatants.

Therefore, we want your opinion about using our strategic bombers to burn the city of Antioch. We would rather do this then engage in street-street fighting that would kill more civilians then would firebombing."
End Message

First Army Group:

On hearing the news of the Iragian attack, Tukhacheskov ordered his newly-arrived armoured units into the fray.

While the lighter paratroop and air mobile divisions harried the flanks, the three armoured divisions rolled forwards, their T-95s firing on the move supported by their dismounted infantry and BMP-3s. Just behind them came the three mechanised divisions, with their own T-95s in support of several thousand AIFVs and over 140,000 soldiers. Behind them came the six new, scratch infantry divisions of Third army, moving slowly and ready to provide a defence line if the attack failed.

EDIT:

OOC: Red Tide, I've posted that my troops have attacked his. That's IT. If he wants to bombard them etc, he can and he will. And I will take the losses. Comprende? Further, he's had over a DAY real-time to read and respond.

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Earabia
From: TWSP

We are writing this to tell you that your speech hurt our feelings, being a socialist country, we do not opress nor terrorize our own people. We exepct an apology.

Signed,
Alexander Nevskij, TWSP's Minister of Foreign Affairs.



Message sent by Admiral Reels

*Transmission* Attention World Soviet Party. We only look at the socialist nations as a threat to world peace and freedom. We find that Iragia is that threat and will use force to remove that threat. And if any other nations step in the way of that removal, we will use any force nessecary.*end transmission*

As soon as it was sent, he ordered his troop ships to land and drop the troops off. 200,000 men and women landed 30 minutes later with two battlions of armored units. They looked south towards Bakers Landing....

Message sent by Admiral Reels

*Transmission* Attention World Soviet Party. We only look at the socialist nations as a threat to world peace and freedom. We find that Iragia is that threat and will use force to remove that threat. And if any other nations step in the way of that removal, we will use any force nessecary.*end transmission*

As soon as it was sent, he ordered his troop ships to land and drop the troops off. 200,000 men and women landed 30 minutes later with two battlions of armored units. They looked south towards Bakers Landing....

Official Response

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To: Admiral Reels
From: TWSP

Oh my, you are another one of those narrow-minded people who want to press their beliefs unto others, arent you?
Well, you shall hear from us no more, we are kinda' sick of this you know?, people hating us for being what we want to.
Good day to you sir.

Signed,
Alejandro Aszenmil, President of The World Soviet Party.

OOC: sorry about the ooc, i almost missed that you were definding aginst me in Antioch. my bad sorry

IC: Southern army

The army began to advance into the town. They moved through the western entrances. They were weary of hostiles in the area but went afraid. They knew they didn’t so much have to fight they just had to wait out the defenders. Knowing that they would run out of food very, very soon. Three squads moved down in to the sewers right at the beginning. The rest of the troops positioned themselves around buildings. Then they waited.
There commander of the group said “three…two…one, GO”
At that moment the troops waiting around buildings charged in. they bashed down doors as they entered. They would then charge in and secure the room. If there were hostiles in the room then they were shot. If they were civilians then they were let live. After rooms were secured then they searched for bombs and guns. Anything that they found the confiscated. The troops moved all civilians to fill the room’s closest to the doors on the lower levels. The troops occupied the room’s right after them. They had a constant watch on everything outside.
Their orders, to wait out the end of the fight. But if they saw gunfights then they were to dispose of the conflict. Their priority was the civilians in the building. If the building was going to collapse then they were to get everyone out of the building before leaving themselves. They sat gun pointed at the streets and watched and waiting, knowing that the resistance could not get close enough to the buildings to go unnoticed, there snipers on the roof meant to jump if anything went wrong.


Northern Army

These men began the careful walk north toward baker’s landing. Though they were to take out the road connecting them to the rest of the country. If they lost the road the resistance would fall apart.

*Antioch*

Foreign invaders had entered the city limits, storming into the outermost buildings and advancing slowly into the city proper. The resources deployed to Antioch were significantly less than those deployed to Baker's Landing, but troops still managed to setup booby traps, trip-wired explosives, mines, and other devices to slow down, maim, and kill enemy troops attempting to seize the city. Most of these devices were in the inner, more heavily defended areas of the city.

The handful of Civil Defence snipers in the city remained hidden, watching the enemy advance then finally fired. Miltia gunmen, hiding in the rubble of demolitioned buildings fired their rifles and machine guns, while infantry teams moved around with 60mm mortars, firing a round then rapidly moving to doge counter-fire.

The pack guns and heavier mortars that had been firing at advancing forces had been silenced by counter fire earlier, their crews dead or dieing, and the rest of the guns abandoned as troops fled for cover.

Civilians who managed to escape the clutches of Civil Defence fled towards the invading forces, some were gunned down by Civil Defence, and many others, having been bombarded by propaganda, fled east, heading deeper in country.

Thirteen Kilometers South of Antioch City Limits

"Ah... shit." General Dostyana said, staring at the Assassins Drones footage and not being happy about what she was seeing. The Assassin Drone had spotted the Rotten Bacon's infantry attack.

"They honestly think their going to defeat several thousand troops with a platoon or two?" She said, looking at the live footage. Then she spun around, "Get me RTRC!"

It took fifteen minutes, but approval was given by RTRC to do a two division(plus attached brigades) sized attack into the city. The two divisions(an Armored and a Mechanized-Infantry) were currently building four pontoon bridges at the edge of the river four kilometers South of Antioch city limits.

Once completed, which was going to take forty-five minutes, they would storm the city. They could not enter just yet though... although their artillery could.

The area South of the city of Antioch lit up as three thousand 122mm, 152mm, and 203mm self-proppelled and towed artillery guns opened fire, thus, a massive amount of shells would quickly began to pound the Southern quarter of the city for fifty minutes.

Admiral Jane Romanov picked up her microphone. She turned some dials, and smiled when she reached her objective.

"To all nations. The World Soviet Party is an ally and friend of The Protector Nation of Dephire. If you so much as harm our ally, you will have declared war upon not only The World Soviet Party, but Dephire and their allies as well. This is your warning. Adhere to it well..."

She changed the frequency to that of the Bora'Vaok Squadron. This time she spoke in pure Dephirian. (Translated for everyone.)

"Hurry up with your operation. We need ground, now!"

Bay 48:

The remnants of the once-proud intervention fleet dotted the beach. Lifeboats, corpses, flotsam and jetsam - all washed ashore. Tens of thousands of survivors, almost all injured, were sitting in makeshift shelters inland, being tended by First Army Group's medical units.

Several groups of ex-tankers were collecting the bodies and arranging them for burial. Any useful or important salvage was stockpiled, and firewood collected in case the hexy burners ran out.

Underwater:

The Oscar-IIs, having split from their target after their 400 torpedo assault, made for home. They ran deep and fast, hoping to salvage something from this unmitigated maritime disaster...

Baker's Landing

Iragia claimed the lives of one thousand more Eurasian soldiers, but their lives would not be lost in vain.

"For Queen an' Empire!" cried a soldier as he collapsed into the sand, crawling desperately towards the enemy lines. He fell from his knees, blood oozing into the wet silicon of the sand.

The still strong Eurasian force, comprising [approx] 490,000 men along with naval and aerial support, surged forward, bombers and airplanes unleashing their full fury, artillery pummeling the Iragians back into the city.

Baker's landing

"Fire at will!" Commander Ericcson's Banshee fired four of its AIM-120D Slammers at the enemy planes. The rest of the squadron followed suit, for a total of 144 missiles heading for the Eurasian aircraft. 288 AGM-154A JSOWs followed, releasing a total of 41,760 shaped-charge submunitions on the enemy troops.

Hamilton

The huge Ezaltian columns entered the city limits. Colonel Youngblood stepped out of his tank, letting his troops stretch their legs for a bit before they departed. "Who's in charge here?" Youngblood asked a passing civilian.

800km East, North East of Iragia

A gigantic fleet trudged towards the Iragian Coast. Consisting of one SRNS 'Kraken' and it's entire armada escort. All one-thousand and ninety-one combat ships sailed towards the shore.

Submarine patrols dilligently watched for incoming and outgoing submarines of hostile nations, such as the Atopianan subs (not sure if they've gone yet or in what direction.) while Guided Missile Destroyers and larger ships used their powerful air and surface search radars to cataloge nearly everything in a 700-900km radius. They literally had tabs on everything in and around the landing zone.

What landing zone? Oh, the one that 106,000 paratroopers, just 200km north of the northern inlet of the bay that held Baker's Landing, and a few hundred km south of the northern border.

Fifty-three mammoth C-1 Stormbringer Heavy Strategic Airlifters had been launched from bases on Colombo Isle, refueled at the Questerian Airbase, and once more above the fleet. Each could carry over 2,000 troops, and would need several runs too offload all the men.

Escort was provided by six-hundred and thirty-six F-8 'Super Phoenix' Fighters, and two-hunded and twelve F/B-177 Barsuk Strike Bombers, along with six EV-22 AWACs aircraft. No force would come close to hitting them, while four B-300C Super Hurricane Bombers equipped with missile interceptors and two MIRACL Emitters designed to escort just a force like this.

In the belly of the beasts thousands of paratroopers prayed and waited for their shot at glory. They would not be denied, their memory would be carried on, it was only up to them on how it would be remembered.

They felt the monster transports lurched forward to their cruising speed, their path would take them away from the areas of fighting to near the northern border, before dipping down to the landing zone, being careful to stay out of SAM range and within Iragian airspace.

OOC: I have yet to see that in your post, considering that it's really vague to see you you're attacking in your posts? Can I see the actual post before I edit it? Sorry...

Baker's Landing

Iragia claimed the lives of one thousand more Eurasian soldiers, but their lives would not be lost in vain.

"For Queen an' Empire!" cried a soldier as he collapsed into the sand, crawling desperately towards the enemy lines. He fell from his knees, blood oozing into the wet silicon of the sand.

The still strong Eurasian force, comprising [approx] 490,000 men along with naval and aerial support, surged forward, bombers and airplanes unleashing their full fury, artillery pummeling the Iragians back into the city.

OOC: Um... are you ignoring the huge assault by First Army Group's several thousand helicopters and almost a million troops on your left flank? :confused:

"Understood ma'am. Only problem is that we have no damn clue where to land. Our information is all messed up. We have no idea if there is any land south of Iragia. This may just as well be a death blitz. We could land on the flat ground, if any."

Reynolds looked at his HUD.

"I can't see a damn thing!"

Jane Romanov looked desperately at her maps, then she picked up the microphone to send a message to the combatants in the war.

"This is Dephirian Admiral Jane Romanov. We are currently neutral in the current conflict between your nations, and we would like to land our forces outside of Iragia. Is there any neutral ground and/or water south of the Iragia border? Are there even cities south of the border with sufficient airfields for our aircraft to land? Please respond!"

Commander Cody started blaring over the intercom, "DAMNIT you wernt supposed to enter the city. i want everyone out now."

The troops began running away from the gun fire. Soldiers droped like flies. any soldier unable to move was draged out by others. Survivers ran and ran fast, many with wounded on their backs. Hundreds died that day.

A few hours of travling later
The survivors stoped. Snipers went to their positions and hid. Medics tended to the wounded trying to stabilse the criticly wounded. It got really messy really fast. Soldiers were dieing from wounds they reseived. A medic Jhonsen ran to a colonal.
"Sir we need to get to the rondevuse so they can get advanced help!"
The Commander looked and said grufly" NO we just lost a bunch of men. I defied orders once and i'm not going to do that again."

OOC: BL, you ARE the Eurasians, right?

If so... here is where I have been attacking you. For the past two days real time. :p

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29th and 30th Air Mobile Divisions, however, had begun their aggressive assault on the Eurasian left flank. Sweeping in low, the attack helicopters had been backed up by the Mi-8s and other transport helis which disgorged 100,000 soldiers onto the beach. Hundreds of Kamovs and Hinds ranged across the enemy positions, raking them with cannon and rocket fire.

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... semi-successful landings of around a million troops to the north of the Eurasian landings … Our forces are attempting to link up with Iragian troops with an eye to expelling the Eurasians

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If unmolested, they would link up with Third Army in under an hour... and then the combined force of almost a million soldiers would drive the Eurasians from the beaches.

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Within half an hour, as the lead units of Second met Third, the combined force was just minutes away from the engaged units of Third Army. Second Army's two Air Mobile Divisions had ranged ahead to lend their weight to the six-division assault on the Eurasian left flank.

Could the Eurasians stand up to the firepower of 295,470 soldiers with thousands of helicopters, light tanks and artillery?

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*Fortified Bunker, beneath the ruins of the Presidential Palace*

"Sir! Atopian forces have landed north of the Eurasian position and are moving south to engage them!"

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On hearing the news of the Iragian attack [on the Eurasians], Tukhacheskov ordered his newly-arrived armoured units into the fray.

While the lighter paratroop and air mobile divisions harried the flanks, the three armoured divisions rolled forwards, their T-95s firing on the move supported by their dismounted infantry and BMP-3s. Just behind them came the three mechanised divisions, with their own T-95s in support of several thousand AIFVs and over 140,000 soldiers. Behind them came the six new, scratch infantry divisions of Third army, moving slowly and ready to provide a defence line if the attack [on the Eurasians] failed.

In the meanwhile, on the coastline directly to the south of Almohed, where the Allanean cannon have cleared the area of landmines, landing began. So far, two Mechanized Infantry and one armored division had landed. Their orders - to proceed through the ruins of the Iragian defenses to the capital.


OOC: Really sorry for the short post, running low on time here. I am working from Iragia's description that his defenses have been ruined by the allied bombings and attacks. Pardon me for errors. I will be on full-time tomorrow.

Special Operations Unit 539, Somewhere in Iragia:

Silence reigned as the men and women of 539 lay perfectly still in their hides. The ambush was set - now they were waiting for their prey...

OOC: Really sorry for the short post, running low on time here. I am working from Iragia's description that his defenses have been ruined by the allied bombings and attacks. Pardon me for errors. I will be on full-time tomorrow.

[OOC: Just as a warning, Skyian Fleets will be brining up your rear, and transports will probably be overflying your troops, both enroute to the Skyian LZ, a few hundred klicks south of you. They have IFFs and everything, just a warning, they're not gonna attack.]

*Antioch*

The defences were in shambles, the news of the devastation of Baker's Landing coupled with the mass artillery bombardment were driving militia fighters away. The flurry of shells litterally tore the city asunder, bringing down buildings, collapsing sewer lines, subways, and shelters. Schools, hospitals, malls broke apart as shells crashed down on them, killing the troops garrisoned within.

City commanders were killed, the communication lines severed, as local commanders struggled to take charge of their surivors, who were dieing quickly. The city would soon be a pile of ash and ruin, with little for the survivors to bother defending.

*Hamilton*

Patricia Norah walked along the street, Hamilton was quiet and safe compared to the coastal cities that were under assault by the foreign invaders. Yet that small sense of security disappeared as she looked up at the commander of a foreign tank pop his head out and speak to her. Foreign troops were in the city, allies, but that meant that the war would soon be here.

"The defence command is at the city hall, General Mason is in charge sir, he's the Civil Defence Corps commander," she said pointing towards the downtown section of the city.

Almost as soon as she had spoken, an armoured car with CDC markings pulled up and from the hatch a senior officer, a colonel by the rank slip on his vest, stepped out.

"Commander, I am Colonel Adamine, Lieutenant General Mason is waiting to speak with you in the city hall, if you and your troops would follow me," the colonel said as he stepped back into his car and they headed to meet with General Mason.

*Baker's Landing*

The ill-planned Iragian counter-offensive was not going well, Atopian troops were driving hard against the Eurasian invaders, but it wasn't easy to dislodge hundreds of thousands of well trained and well-equipped soldiers and the Iragian infantry charge was being cut down by aircraft, artilley, armour and Eurasian infantry.

A mass of militia charged forward towards the beaches, some dropping prone and firing, others firing as they moved, and the Eurasian troops, dropping into the prone position and taking up residence in abandoned trenches and craters fire with precision into the advancing horde. Shells, mortar rounds, and rockets tore the charge apart as the last of the Iragian defenders were being killed.

Kensington Palace
1400 hours

Sir Phillip stood rigidly in front of the computer generated holograms that filled his office, representing the Battle of Baker's Landing. He watched as Eurasian troops swarmed over the Iragian defences, and as the shoddy, jerry-rigged defences were overpowered. Victory would be Eurasia's, and he would relish it, savour it, let the sensation of triumph permeate every cell in his body. Suddenly, the holograms flickered out and deactiviated, replaced by a floating message, which a digitised female voice read aloud: Warning: signal feed has been lost due to destruction of unmanned recording aircraft.

"Crompton, what the hell happened?" barked Sir Phillip.

"Hold on, sir," called back the Minister for Defence. "Switching cameras now."

Holographic imagery restored.

Suddenly, the image of Eurasian victory was in shambles. The Atopian army had slammed into the Eurasian lines, and Ezaltian bombers pounded Eurasian soldiers. Over twenty-three thousand dead already. Sir Phillip merely stared at the display, showing not a hint of emotion - in full compliance with the Kohlinar doctrine.

"Retreat," commanded Sir Phillip. "I want all naval support pulled. The soldiers and aircraft will have to fend for themselves."

The hologram showed the naval forces sailing towards home as Atopians continued to attack Eurasian ground troops.

From: Gen. Isaac Azariah
To: People's Republic of Iragia
Subject: State of the Republic

His Imperial Majesty has been witnessing the recent events concerning the war south of us in your nation. Have you given any thought to possible terms of surrender? We cannot afford to donate anymore troops to the defense of your nation. The people would be outraged, and might even cause a revolt in our own nation. While we respect your right to sovereignty, could it perhaps be best to come to a middle ground with the aggressors?

Regards,
Gen. Isaac Azariah

Baker's Landing

Ericcson's squadron banked to the north and headed back towards their airbase. Mission accomplished.

Hamilton

"Righto," Youngblood confirmed, stepping into a Legionnaire S-15 with his adjutant and some other commanders of his brigade.

The small convoy stopped in front of the city hall, Colonel Youngblood following the Iragian colonel into the building to meet with the general.

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Encryption: Moderate

To the leaders of Iragia:

Eurasian military forces, as I write, are enroaching upon your capital, Baker's Landing. Despite Atopian assistance, it is only a matter of time before Eurasian troops storm the capital and make your defeat far more miserable than it would under an agreeable surrender. I urge that you start negotiations at once.

Signed,
Sir Phillip Sinclair
Prime Minister of Eurasia

Gen. Azariah: "Your Highness, what exactly do you wish for me to do if Iragia does not agree to a negotiations talk?"

H.I.M.: "I expect you to take a large portion of the military, and I expect you to end the Iragian War, as quickly as possible. The people are becoming unsettled. And if the people are unsettled, the government is not stable. If the government is not stable, the people might revolt. This nation has not existed for over 1500 years for nothing. This war cannot have an adverse effect on Almohed."

Gen. Azariah: "Of course Your Majesty."

To: Gen. Isaac Azariah
From: Premier-General Steeves
Subject: Surrender
Message:
We will never surrender, the revolution will live on, and if we must all die here, then our cause shall live on in the hearts of millions around the world and our sacrifive will serve as a rallying cry to our oppressed brethren!

To: Sir Phillip Sinclair
From: Premier-General Steeves
Subject: No surrender
Message:
We will never surrender, the revolution will live on, and if we must all die here, then our cause shall live on in the hearts of millions around the world and our sacrifive will serve as a rallying cry to our oppressed brethren!

To: Gen. Isaac Azariah
From: Lt. General Adamine
Subject: Surrender
Message:
I am Lieutenant General Adamine, commander of the Civil Defence Corps. I am prepared to offer the condition surrender of Iragia, to end the bloodshed, and make the transition to democracy. However, that cannot be done so long as the Premier-General lives. If we are to secure victory, he must die. I will be transmitting the coordinates and strength of his bunker's defences to the invaders, in the hopes that they will drop bunker busting ordnance onto his position. With him out of the way, the Civil Defence Corps will be able to assume a strong central leadership over the country, and we can begin the process of rebuilding.

*Hamilton*

With his transmissions done, the Lt. General greeted the Ezaltian commander and brought him into his office, a fortified bunker dug below the city hall to protect against airstrikes.

"Colonel, Iragia cannot win, or even survive this conflict. I am afraid that even with the assistance by yourself, Atopiania, and Almohed, we will be overwhelmed. Our coastal defences have all but failed, but hope is not yet gone. I am in a position to take control of the country and throw off yoke of the so called 'People's Council', all that is required is the death of the Premier-General. The Liberation Forces commander will try to seize power, but much of his armour has been destroyed, as has much of his best troops. I command forces within every settlment, reign over the propaganda machine, and have de-facto control over the militia. However, there will be resistance, and I will need foreign aid to fully assert control over the more rebellious areas as I have no aircraft or heavy armour. The best way you can help now, is to be prepared to engage Liberation Forces personnel...and help me kill the Premier-General. He is hiding in a fortified bunker beneath the ruins of the Presidential Palace, it will require multiple strikes with bunker busters to destroy his position and kill him, and you are the only with aircraft in that area. Will you help me save my country?"

Edge of Antioch City Limits

The bombardment continued for 50 minutes before moving deeper into the city. No sooner did the bombardment move on, then did the rumble of tanks reverberate throughout the rubble.

Many columns of armor, consisting of APC-45s, MBT-66s, and Medusa Tank Destroyers, were now moving into the city. H/K-1s streaked overhead, ready to provide on-the-call close air support. Alongside the armored columns raced maetpuppets, having exchanged their assault rifles, light machine guns, and rocket launchers for submachineguns and modernised flamethrowers to be used in this close combat situation.

~Heavily Encrypted Message~

To: Lt. Gen. Adamaine
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

Sir, what you speak of is treason against your nation. But if you truly wish for a democracy in Iragia, we shall immediately send a portion of our military to occupy Iragia, and help to create a new form of government. But if this message is leaked to anyone, including other Iragians like yourself, the Empire will crush you and anyone who stands in our way. This is a matter that must not be dealt with lightly.

Gen. Azariah

Post Script:

Orders are being sent immediately to all remaining Almohed military that you are their new Iragian Commander. They will obey your orders.

*Antioch*

The bombardment was being repositioned, as enemy armour entered the city. It was difficult for them moving, as rubble was everywhere, collapsed buildings and destroyed vehicles littered the roads, while others collapsed into the sewers below, and others were torn apart by shelling, filled with craters that few vehicles could make it over.

As the enemy armoured maneuvered its way into the more dense, and more devastated areas of the city, survivors holed up in the handful of crudely constructed shelters that actually survived, emerged. As one column of enemies approached, three RPGs went off, slamming into a main battle tank, while an 84mm recoilless rifle round slammed into its rear. A handful of other RPGs and a larger 106mm recoilless fired, the backblast from the weapon killing its crew, and slammed into lighter vehicles, the 106mm hitting the side of an armoured personnel carrier. Molotovs and grenades were pitched out as automatic weapons opened up. Many of the fighters were cut down before they even got their weapons off, but they tried their best to inflict some damage before dieing.

*Hamilton*

With his transmissions done, the Lt. General greeted the Ezaltian commander and brought him into his office, a fortified bunker dug below the city hall to protect against airstrikes.

"Colonel, Iragia cannot win, or even survive this conflict. I am afraid that even with the assistance by yourself, Atopiania, and Almohed, we will be overwhelmed. Our coastal defences have all but failed, but hope is not yet gone. I am in a position to take control of the country and throw off yoke of the so called 'People's Council', all that is required is the death of the Premier-General. The Liberation Forces commander will try to seize power, but much of his armour has been destroyed, as has much of his best troops. I command forces within every settlment, reign over the propaganda machine, and have de-facto control over the militia. However, there will be resistance, and I will need foreign aid to fully assert control over the more rebellious areas as I have no aircraft or heavy armour. The best way you can help now, is to be prepared to engage Liberation Forces personnel...and help me kill the Premier-General. He is hiding in a fortified bunker beneath the ruins of the Presidential Palace, it will require multiple strikes with bunker busters to destroy his position and kill him, and you are the only with aircraft in that area. Will you help me save my country?"

Colonel Youngblood smiled. "I suppose I can arrange that. A question that my superiors are sure to ask is this: Will you support democracy, or simply follow in your predecessor's footsteps?"

The Civil Defence commander smiled as he responded to the Ezaltian commander, "I will re-establish democracy, of that I can assure you. However, in the transition, there may be some deaths, the Premier-General's followers will not go down without a fight," Mason stopped speaking as an aide approached him and told him of Almohed's reply, he looked back at the Ezaltian commander, "My apologies Colonel, I need a moment."


To: Gen. Isaac Azariah
From: Lieutenant General Adamine
Subject: Surrender
Message:
It would be treason to stand aside and watch a crazed dictator send our nation into its destruction. As for Almohed troops occupying Iragia in the aftermath, I would welcome your assistance, but I have no doubt that the Sovereign League and the third party participants will wish to have boots on the ground as well. The details of how many foreign troops, and from where, will be in our country will have to be finalized after a cease fire has been declared. For now, I must concern myself with the death of our beloved Premier-General.


Lieutenant General Mason turned back towards the Ezaltian commander, "now Colonel, how about those bunker busters?"

OOC: I smell something fishy :P like why is his name Lt. Gen. Ademine one minute, and Lt. Gen. Mason the next? :D Oh, and sorry for the OOC.

IC:

~Heavily Encrypted~

To: Lt. Gen. Ademine
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah

Indeed. Notify us when you are ready for the peace talks.

The Civil Defence commander smiled as he responded to the Ezaltian commander, "I will re-establish democracy, of that I can assure you. However, in the transition, there may be some deaths, the Premier-General's followers will not go down without a fight," Mason stopped speaking as an aide approached him and told him of Almohed's reply, he looked back at the Ezaltian commander, "My apologies Colonel, I need a moment."

Lieutenant General Mason turned back towards the Ezaltian commander, "now Colonel, how about those bunker busters?"

Youngblood held out his hand, and the two men shook. "Done and done," the Ezaltian grinned. "Lieutenant! Give the base a call."

Ezaltian Forward Air Base, Almohed

The eight F/A-401 Birds of Prey were loaded up with GBU-28 bunker-busting bombs, taking off one by one into the cool moonlight night. They carried no external weapons for maximum stealth, and flew subsonic to avoid revealing their location due to sonic booms.

OOC: Hm, good point, that should not have happened...unless, he has split personalities, both of whom have risen to Lt. Gen rank in the CDC??? Or more likely I just messed up, the colonel is Adamine, the Lt. Gen is Mason, I really need to keep my name straight. I'm gonna have a shower, and will post again after, then I'll be off as I have a midterm tomorrow :eek:

IC:

*Hamilton*

"Excellent Colonel, I will prepare my forces."

[quote]
To: General Azariah
From: Lieutenant General Mason
Subject: Peace Talks
Message:
Very well, I have put into action plans for the death of the Premier-General. I expect this conflict to end soon.

Few Dozen Kilometers South of Almohed

Several F/A-84 'Shadows' had broken off of their escort duties, twenty-four of the new prototype fighters in total. Designed to be stealthy, the Ezaltias would not see them until they were within 30km or so, because of their stealthyness, and by then it would be too late. The Skyians AESA LPI radars tracked them from 150km, it's low-probability of intercept properties would keep the enemy passive radar and radar warning devices from going off.

Soon, ninety-six missiles, of AIM-801IR 'Fire Strike' Intermediate Range Multi-Function designation were fired from the internal bays. Guided by active, multi-frequency radar that was almost immune to jamming and chaff and given a terminal guidance of imaging IR, which was immune to flares. Aimed at the Ezaltian bombers they would cause massive casualties.

Another 48 fighters were headed toward the area, alerted by StrikeNet
of the enemy bombers and fighters using the corridor.

Soon the paratroops would begin to land.

The Silver Skyans (?) made their mistake in firing the missiles from 150 km out. The planes may be invisible to radar when their internal bays were closed, but when opened, their radar signature was out for all the world to see.

Fortunately, the Birds of Prey, in addition to 4 GBU-28s, were also carrying 8 AIM-120D AMRAAM missiles each. Each fighter pickled all of them off, for a total of sixty-four Slammers heading the bogies' way before the eight fighters were obliterated by the barrage of missiles.

OOC: Skyians, although perfect english would be Skyans or Skians.

Skyian F/A-84 Intercept Flight

Despite their bay doors opening and showing their position that was only momentary. The bay doors snapped shut, making the AIM-120Ds lose their radar signatures, their interial guidance would keep them on course towards the Skyian fighters.

However, by the time the active radar feed came on and into range, the fighters would be gone, they bugged out, moving farther from the border, but staying out of SAM range of forces inland, keeping high up and slow they masked their radar, IR and sound/sight signatures, they were almost untouchable. And soon their numbers would triple. All of the prototypes would be deployed, as this required stealth, speed and deadlyness.

Operation: Bird Cage had begun.

Skyian Airborne LZ, Few Hundred Kilometers South of Almohed

Now was time, the transports had reached their destination, and the navy was only 400km off shore. Hundreds of fighters buzzed about, keeping an eye out for enemy planes and ground forces.

At a moments notice paratroopers began to jump out of the C-1 Stormbringers and into the sky, preparing to take a large swath of beach and land to be used as an airbase and landing for more troops. nearly 103,000 paratroopers and several thousand light trucks were dropped out of the airplanes and floated towards earth.

Iragian citizens would be shocked to see hundreds of troops dropping down, like little dandelion seeds during a breezy summer day.

*Northern Iragia*

All across northern Iragia Skyian forces dropped from the skies, the lack of radar signatures and lack of their own aircraft meant that the Iragian troops were unable to combat the air forces, but they had learned their lessons from Baker's Landing. This time, the AA guns, imported en masse from Phoenix Dynamix, held their fire until they could see the enemy airborne forces dropping. Man portable SAM weapons, heavy machine guns, RPGs, and heavier vehicle mounted weaponry targeted the vehicles as they fell, while howitzers and mortars with Variable Time shells reset their fuses and fired into the air, filling it with flak.

Hundreds of AA guns poured tremedous amounts of fire into the air, while the nations handful of Hind helicopters finally took to the air from their hiding spots in the northern hills, firing rockets and chin guns at the dropping enemies. Infantry forces scattered around the countryside fired as well, pouring thousands of small arms fire into the sky while armoured cars from the Civil Defence Corps turned their 14.5mm guns upward.

IC:

Task Force Alpha

“We are now above the reach of projected enemy cannon, Captain Norton. Would you like to turn towards Sudbury now?”

“That's be perfect, yes.”

The five immense S-1000 bombers moved over the Iragian coastline.

“Altitude, twenty thousand meters, distance to target – two thousand five hundred furlongs, Sir!”

Below them was the shore of Iragia, where, division after division, Allanean troops were landing. Captain Norton was aware of the disposition of forces. Two infantry divisions and one armor division were already on their way to Baker's Landing, and five more infantry divisions would soon be on their way there.

“Are the other aircraft ready?”

Aboard the other bombers, the final arrangements were being made. “Bomb bays ready, Sir! Aircraft Charlie, ready! Bravo, ready! Sigma, ready! Omega, ready!”

Norton gave his bombardier the thumbs up. “Go for it, boy.”

The aircraft flew over the city limits of Sudbury- and carnage began.

From the aircraft, two hundred precision-laser guided munitions, weighing a ton and a half each, where dropped, targetting power plants, government buildings, factories and road intersections. It took the aircraft approximately forty minutes and several passes to actually drop all of their bombs – but since they were at about triple the range of most anti-aircraft cannon, they weren't much phazed about it all.

Then, they began to drop leaflets.

People of Iragia! You have been deceived by your government as to the nature of our quest. As such, and to show our noble nature, we will allow every Civil Defense soldier that surrenders to receive refugee status in our nation and a grant of ten thousand dollars to provide for his life in Allanea for the duration of the conflict.

However, we warn you thus – towards your slave-drivers, towards your secret police, towards your government we will show no mercy. We will destroy the camps, we will burn the prisons, we will execute the Political Officers, the camp guards, the Party officials. For them, there is no hope but the hope that we may kill them swiftly, no future but absolute destruction, no reward but the Allanean bullet and the Allanean bayonet, no rest but the grave.

Our interest is solely the destruction of your government authority and their replacement with a modern liberal democracy. Once your government is deposed or surrenders to our conditions, Allanea will leave.

Remember – the sooner we win this war, the sooner you can go home!

Of these leaflets there was two hundred tons, printed on thin cigarette paper.

Task Force Beta

Flying high above the range of AA cannon, escorted by dozens of fighter craft, came forty heavy Archimedes' Lever aircraft. They were filled with Airborne troops – the 1st Furry Airborne Division. The enemy might laugh about the strange name of the division if they ever heard of it, but once the division began to land, they would laugh no longer.

Somewhere above the Iragian capital the bellies the aircraft began to open – and, far above the range of AA cannon, troops began to jump.

“Go for it, boys!” - screamed one of the unit sergeants as he made it out of the aircraft last. “Let none live!”

They tumbled through the air, their parachutes opening only at an altitude of one hundred meters, triggered by precise timers in their full-body BDU-64 suits - this would mean less of them would be killed by AA fire as they landed. They landed on the roofs of houses, in intersections, onto balconies. They cut off their parachutes with swift motions of their immense bayonet-knives, and then they entered battle.

In one place, an Airborne soldier would take up position on a roof, using his .308 battle rifle to 'snipe' random Civil Defense soldiers and then disappear from view. In another, a team moved from room to room, purging all who fought them with Fury-pattern flamethrowers and automatic shotguns. Yet elsewhere, an 82mm automatic mortar would set up on a house roof, firing burst after burst after burst at enemy.

They were few, but they were damn good at what they did – wearing the enemy out with a series of high-skill, high-speed hit-and-run attacks – a mutated form of guerilla warfare adapted for offensive operations. And in the meanwhile the three divisions that had landed to the North were still pushing towards Baker's Landing.

They radioed a message to the Eurasian forces:

While we're not formally allied to you, we believe some cooperation is in order.

First Army Group, Baker's Landing:

As the sounds of battle died away, the Atopian army was left in possession of the field. Fighting still flared between pockets of Eurasians and prowling Iragian or Atopian troops, but the battle was over and victory was Tukhacheskov's. With a damaged army and no air cover, he'd smashed aside the Eurasians and brought order to this part of Iragia.

He smiled as he watched his troops march away prisoners for interrogation. His famous victory would wash away the defeat of the Intervention Fleet.

Meanwhile, however, there was the issue of a counter-attack. Recon and special forces reported three divisions advancing from the south.

"I want 21st to 25th Divisions to dig in facing south. Keep the two Paratroop divisions in reserve. Make sure we've got good air cover and ensure that the Iragians know what we're doing. Then I want the Air Mobile divisions - together with 11th, 12th, 13th Mechanised, 14th, 15th and 16th Armoured - to attack the thrust from the south. Order 17th and 27th divisions to go weapons hot."
"Sir," barked his ADC, "at once."

As the defenders dug in, the counter-attack began. Fully 490,000 soldiers, together with their BMP-3 armoured infantry fighting vehicles, thousands of T=95 tanks, attack helicopters, self-propelled artillery and anti-aircraft piecees, and so forth, moved south to meet the Allanean forces.

1,000 MSTA-S self-propelled artillery guns halted, and began a four-minute lightning bombardment. 32,000 shells - eight a minute for four minutes - roared towards the Allanean attack. Radio jammer projectiles were liberally interspersed within cluster shells, high-explosive fragmentation rounds and Krasnopol laser-guided shells. Hell descended upon the Allanean divisions.

As the Allaneans advanced, special forces units from 17th and 27th Divisions sprang their ambushes. Laser designators aided the artillery bombardment by picking out command vehicles, fuel dumps, ammunition supply vehicles, and engineering vehicles. Bridges blew as Allanean units crossed them, roadside bombs detonated, infantry were engaged at close quarters as their carriers were hit by anti-tank rockets, mines exploded under tanks...

Bora'Vaok Squadron

"Hey! There is a distinctly flat field there! Nearly three miles inland from the beach! Might have to land on just grass though." Captain Reynolds reported to his squadron.

"That sounds good, sir! I'm getting low on fuel, so anywhere to land is good." Replied Diego.

Twenty fighter aircraft circled around the field, each one landing at a time. Then came in the bombers. After those came the huge, bulky transport ships. Fifteen thousand Dephirian HellKnights marched out of the transport aircraft, along with fifteen Apocalypse Tanks, ten Dephirian Artillery, and many other machinery. Amphibious ships, which had come seceretly with the Dephirian Navy, began to land on the beach. Thousands more troops marched out with even more firepower.

The Dephirian Secondary Naval Armada, the Bora'Kule, stood by nearly two to three miles offshore.

All in all, the Dephirians had arrived at their destination. The Lands South of Iragia, outside of the war. From here, they can play a neutral part...so they said.
OOC:
Note, you can't really use the text outside of the spoken words as 'IC Evidence'. It's merely there to move along the storyline, and imply some foreshadowing.

[OOC: It's not all across Iragia, it's about a 20x20km square on/next to the coast. And a such a concentration of vehicles and troops would have easily been seen on RADAR and IR, so having them magically pop-up to shoot at me doesn't work. And besides, troops need time to train on new equippment, they can't just use them right away, and I doubt TPF could smuggle them into the country that fast.]

City of Antioch

The Medusa's had the easiest time moving around, their great bulk and weight allowed them to cross rubble and craters and they generally avoided areas that would cause them to collapse, the MBT-66s fared slightly less well crossing rubble. The APC-45s did the worst, their small size and weight made them not well suited to rubbly terrain, but they made it. The only losses so far were a few unlucky MBT-66s that had misjudged the roads.

Then the enemy opened up...

The Red Tidean reply was instantaneous, some ambush positions had been plotted by the Assassin drones and were mass fired upon by vehicles before they sprang their traps. But a good number had avoided detection, taking out multiple APCs, a few MBTs, and, in one case, a Medusa recieved a 106mm shell to the back which would be fatal to any vehicle, as it was for this one.

Red Tidean soldiers and crewmen reacted instantly. Red Tidean Soldiers armed with SMGs(the vast majority) opened fire on soldiers unlucky enough to be looking out windows and hurled frag grenades into windows occupied by enemy troops. Meatpuppets armed with flamethrowers raced in to 60 meters before lighting up the unfortuanate troops inside the ruined building with lethal fire. MBT-66 tanks fired with HEAT shells into semi-damaged buildings, bringing them down on their occupants heads. In a few cases, snipers, cleverly hidden, looked for commanders then tried to pick them off.

By far the most effective weapon would be the Red Tidean APC-45. Armed with two 30mm autocannons designed to shoot down low-flying aircraft, the same APC designers had found the weapons to be even more lethal against infantry either out in the open or behind cover. The APCs were also the second largest number of vehicle types in any one Red Tidean Divisions(largest being 6 ton trucks). It was also armed with anti-tank or low level anti-aircraft missiles and sufficient frontal armor to deflect an RPG. The 30mm autocannons could also traverse rapidly and move into a 90 degree angle.

OOC: I'm to the North of Baker's landing. I think.

IC:

“We're under attack!”

The enemy munitions hit the Allanean divisions hard – within minutes, the vehicles of the attacking division were hit by the bombardment. The convoy was dispersed completely – staying behind on the road were several burned-out trucks, obliterated IFV's and tanks. In total, approximately five thousand people were killed and six housand injured by the attack. But the Allanean attack would be hard to break with such simple means. The divisions formed an orderly retreat to the landing zone, where troops from other divisions were setting up a permanent landing zone – with temporary runways, chains of trenches, an anti-tank ditch, a minefield, and sets of rapid-deployed anti-tank stops.

They retreated to join the Gideon Welles and Moma Parsheen Divisions that were already digging in to oppose the Atopians, and the 251st Sandra Vassaretti and 160th Latex Bondage Freaks divisions, that were only beginning to land. Tank dug-outs were prepared, and infantry dug-outs already made, troops with .308 batlte rifles lying in wait for the enemy. Hundreds of cannon artillery units set up – the immense Gargantel and the rapid-firing Incinerateur alongside with lines of MRLS launchers loaded with guided MRLS – they will fire immediately once the enemy approaches.

Sattelites noted the flashes from the Atopianan munitions, and the response was swift to come.From the Allanean fleets near the shore a salvo of 2,000 guided missiles was fired at the locations of the 1,000 self-propelled cannon – two guided rounds for each of the cannon. After that, the 30-inch cannon of the Allanean fleet began to pound the Atopianan positions, and aircraft from the fleet bombed them. Considering that the fleet had enough aircraft carreirs to maintain 3,000 aircraft, it would be relatively easy to maintain groups of 150 aircraft flying ot once per hour to rain down cluster munitions and napalm on the enemy positions.

From Allanea, aircraft began to take off – sending troops and units to support the Divisions that were deploying already in Iragia. Among them was also a small private unit – the Miriel Brigade – the President's private army. None knew it, but, dressed as a regular soldier, Alexander Kazansky was among them as well. As the aircraft took him into the beachead, he wrote a letter. This time, it would be sent.

Dear Miriel!

I do not know what Vicky told you about me during your meeting, and I suspect you will know it already – but I felt I had to state it myself. I love you. No, I don't have a crush on you, I'm not obsessed with you – I love you. This is the 'big thing' that people feel only rarely. It's true love, and I know it. Not that it does matters – I suppose the likelihood of you ever wanting to talk to me – much less actually caring for me – is somewhere less then zero, especially after I made a fool of myself with that show. It was, I now realize myself, a rather childish attempt to gain your attention.

I failed – and I destroyed the remaints of my dignity as a sapient being in the process. After what I did, I cannot truly respect myself in any sense, and I cannot see why you would, either. The only purpose to write this – one and only – letter – is to tell you I'm sorry that it all went so badly wrong.

I think that maybe the world has been right about me – maybe all I am is a strange barbarian. But then again – there are things in the world that require the work of a barbarian like myself – people who, as we say in Allanea, need killing. I will henceforth return myself to the proper social duties of a barbarian – killing people who need killing.

I will never see you or talk to you, and I'll surely never be loved by you. I nevertheless smile happily because I know that you exist somewhere in the world. You make it a better place by just being. Me? I will return myself to the operations of those knights that cut swaths of destruction through their foes in the glory of women they loved, and could never have.

Someone once said that the universe is terrible and great and dark – and that any 'pools of light and warmths and love and hope' are rare. These pools are Duat and Vinyatirion and Liberty-City. I'm a barbarian – I properly belong to the darkness outside, with the monsters and demons and communists and various other disgusting things.

It is my utmost ambition not to be loved by you – I realize it can never happen – but to do things for you, to make you happier and safer in any way possible. I know you would not want gifts from me – but at I can go and make the world you live in better for you by culling the number of those horrrors.

Do not pity me for it – the suffering I undergo by the sheer knowledge that I have – through my own errors – degraded myself to the point of not deserving your company in any form, and will never deserve it or experience it, for the rest of eternity, is far worse.

I apologize if anything is out of order with this letter. I promise I won't write another one – I've not yet degraded to the point of actually stalking you.

Thank you for everything. My plane is landing now.

I love you very much,

Alex.

"Dammit!" General Bronsworth cursed as the first flight was shot down. "Send up another one! I want this guy dead!"

This time, twenty-four F/A-401 fighters were launched, loaded up with bunker-busting bombs and air-to-air missiles for self-defense.

OOC: Everyone, could you please let them accomplish their mission this time?

Skyian LZ, West Coast of Iragia

Decoys dropped from the FB and EF-177s as well as transports had done their job, fire was directed all over the sky while the main Skyian Force landed safely, however, 10,300 troops, the equivilent of 10 divisions of airborne troops were injured or killed, and countless vehicles were destroyed.

They would be avenged however. Skyian IRSTs tracked the Hinds and ground vehicles they had missed before, soon hundreds of missiles were being rippled off. Hinds were targeted by short ranged AAMs while AA vehicles and trucks ended up on the recieveing end of AGMs and Small Diameter Bombs, guided via laser.

FB-177s and F-8s began strafing runs on the enemy troops and AA vehicles, as well as trucks, hoping to distract them enough for the paratroopers to group up and start the fight. MANPADs were little threat because the transports were too high and the fighters carried flares and IR scrambling systems, as well as AMMs.

Soon F-5Bs would be arriving over the airspace, a total of one-hundred and forty-four multi-role fighters out fitted for CAS would be arriving on Iragian radars soon.

On the Ground

Major Culpert had seen it all, beach landings, heliborne operations, and small airborne drops. But he had never seen anything as big as this, a total of one-hundred divisions worth of airborne dropping out at nearly the same time, with large amounts of AAA being put into the sky.

His battallion had been one of the hardest hit, an entire company worth of vehicles and men had been wiped out, and they were still taking fire from enemy ground forces.

However, it was only their dedicated transports that had been taken out, they still had their HMG, ATGM and 35mm Sniper Cannon equipped CMPL-09s. These little trucks were tough, with the add-on armor they were able to resists the enemy 14.5mm HMGs all around. Troops began to button up, close the armored shutters. VAP-ER Active Protection Systems fired back at the RPGs, destroying them midflight, while slat armor would help.

The CMPLs equipped with the 35mm L72 Sniper Cannons began to pick off enemy vehicles, their 35mm Air-Bursting Munitions ripped through light trucks and infantry, while the APFSDS rounds would rip into armored AA vehicles and howitzers/mortar carriers.

Any infantry that were not being engaged would be rapidly trying to get in contact with other units, or ambushing enemies with ATGMs and sniper fire, as well as 61mm mortar fire, others charged small groups of enemies with their 6.8x56mm battle rifles. Others were designating enemy formations for bombers to attack.

Also, the Skyian Dreadnoughts were within range of the enemy troops, them being only 20 or so km from shore, and the SD's being close enough to land troops.

Soon, the 787mm guns on the Ravager-Class Dreadnoughts were opening up, with sixteen guns to a ship and ten ships, that was one-hundred and sixty shells landing at once, at one salvo per minute. The Air-Bursting Munitions would poor several tons of fragments onto the enemy formations.

Meanwhile hundreds of transports began to ferry the first corp of armored and arty troops to shore. While destroyers and frigates began to pound enemy strongpoints and forces into the ground with 203mm and 140mm fire.

The tanks and IFVs would move inland, firing at the enemy soldiers, attempting to save their comrade's lives

Skyian F/A-84 Patrol, near Northern Iragian Border

The F/A-84 Shadows on patrol watched as the Ezaltian F/A-401 fighters began their trip towards the south. The F/A-84 would make them pay dearly.

A single fighter peeled out of formation and started crossing the T of the enemy fighters from 180km out. The pilot used the off-bore sight capabiltites of his helmet, the plane and the missile he carried, the same as before, he tossed out two missiles from his internal bay, the doors coming out for only a split second, he then raised altitude, turned and flew back towards the squadron, a good 180km from the enemies and moving away..

The missiles quickly ignited their engines and turned towards the incoming enemies, using a data feed from the F/A-84s they would receive midcourse updates to their INS, then when they go to 100km, their radar would go active, and when they got to 20km, they would also activate their IRSTs. Meanwhile another two F/A-84s would trail the flight of F/A-401s, waiting outside radar range.

The flight of F/A-84s could have easily decimated the F/A-401s, but they would try a new tactic, hit and run, they would strike when ever and where ever they wanted.

They Ruled The Sky.

OOC: North, south, whichever - I thought you were attacking north, which means I counter-attack to the south. Either way, no matter, we've engaged. :p

IC:

As the special forces ambush teams melted into the countryside again, the Air Mobile divisions kept moving, their attack helicopters hitting the shattered enemy divisions while the infantry landed and began skirmishing forwards. Armoured and Mechanised units began to ford and bridge the rivers, and rolled forwards under the umbrella of their air defence network. A few hundred casualties had been taken in the initial assault, but the enemy was on the back foot and the initiative had to be kept.

Meanwhile, the artillery units had already moved off to new firing positions as the missiles hit. Casualties were caused - a few batteries had been too slow, and erupted into sheets of flame as their ammunition cooked off.

As the enemy barrage descended on the tightly-packed 13th Division, carnage ensued. The 13th had been the largest target for some distance, and thousands died - yet the advance rolled on, its 487,000 soldiers determined to punch through to the Allanean base.

Back at Baker's Landing, the dug-in defenders weathered the naval bombardment. Heavy casualties were taken by the 21st Division, whose troops were the most exposed, and the 18th Paratroop Division's light armoured brigade was decimated.

All across the First Army Group, air-defence radars lit up. Radar-controlled automated SAM platforms launched their SA-10 and SA-6 towards the incoming fleets. Tunguska-M1s blurted streams of 30mm cannon and, intermittently, launched their own rockets. Infantry hoisted their 9K38 'Igla' MANPADS onto their shoulders, and thousands leapt into the sky. The attacking aircraft would be hit before they reached Atopian positions...

*100 miles south of the northern unknown city*

10 battlions are moving southeastardly that consisted about 200,000 troops, 300 heavy tanks, several mechinized groups and 250 initial attack copters. The commander on the ground was Commander Josh Jones. He looked about and realized that he need a base of operations. He orders 2 battlions and 100tanks to take the northern unnamed city along the coast. While he takes the rest of the forces inward towards the capital on this main road going east.

**********

"What!!! The World Soviet party is telling us we are mean? And they say they dont represent the fact that they push socialistic views? HOGWASH!" yells Admiral Reels. "And i want the socialist party of Iragia removed in any fashion nessecary. Those people deserve Democracy and freedom."

[OOC: Earabia, fyi, that un named city is where my troops are landing.]

OOC: Erabia, all the major highways and everything have been blasted, so its going to be slow going to move along it.

*Sudbury*

The enemy ordnance came in heavy, smashing the AA defences and foritified positions, brining down buildings, and causing havoc among the defenders.

"Colonel, I think it's time to initiate Op Thanatos," the Northern Defence commander, Brigadier General Levy ordered his 2IC.

"Yes sir" the colonel solemnly replied as he picked up his radio and gave the order.

All across the northern mining towns and camps tens of thousands of prisoners, many of whom were members of the old regime or the old national police, along with all those had opposed the People's Council over the years, were ordered into the mines. Air strikes had started, and the guards told them that they would find safety in the shafts deep underground. Except for a few who resisted, most found the argument to be reasonable and didn't argue as they were herded into the mines. The guards said that they had to return to the surface to fight off the encroaching enemy, and that they would return with food and water as needed for the virtual slaves.

As soon as the troops exited the mines, combat engineers detonated the demolition charges and the mines collapse in on themselves. If the People's Council couldn't run the country, then they would make sure there was no one left alive who could.

*Northern Iragia*

Skyian forces had landed, Sudbury was being blasted, and Skyian ordnance had all but wiped the remaining heavy weapons in the northwest. All the heavy artillery pieces and air defence guns were gone, and with the exception of Galacey in the south, and Hamilton in the centre, the country was effectively without air defence or artillery capabilities beyond infantry carried mortars. Most of those were at Baker's Landing.

The close air support was gone, the Hinds had done their job, taking to the skies and unleashing barrages at the dropping airborne elements of the Skyian army, but now they had been shot down. All that was left to defend the north was the Civil Defence Corps, conscripts, and the unorganized militia. Their only hope was the terrain, but beyond that, they would not be able to last against a well trained and well equipped force.

*Hamilton*

"Colonel Youngblood, I have just received word, our nothern settlements are under attack. And the militia in Tharkad is refusing to fight the IDL, they got word of the propangda leaflets and apparently have given into it, some have gone so far as to attack Liberation Forces personnel in the area. I need you to drop those bunker busters soon, or the enemy will be too firmly entrenched to negotiate with."

*Northern town under attack by SS forces*

The enemy was coming hard, the heavy weapons were gone, the few armoured cars Civil Defence had were being destroyed whenever they emerged, and the militia fighters firing widly in the direction of the enemy were of little use. Civil Defence snipers were taking up hidden positions and taking shots at any target that presented itself, but they were the only defenders to really have any effect. The defences would not hold out long.

OOC: Iragia, what happened to the Airborne troops I tried to land? (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12335759&postcount=135)

IC:

Allanean Air Team

"Sir, we lost Fireball-6 and Squirrel-18, request permission to rise above Igla launcher range."

"Permission granted, but keep strafing them, they've not gotten to our forces yet."

The Allanean aircraft came back for another run, strafing enemy forces with napalm and cluster munitions. Fifty aircraft have been lost to enemy fire so far, but the fleet itself was yet unharmed – and even unattacked. As such, the air attacks continued – except now, the Allanean air raids were done from a higher altitude, so as to reduce casualties from the enemy attacks from the ground.

Allanean Base

The defenders were few in number.

Four mechanized infantry divisions and one armored division, and four more battalions of the Miriel Marines. It wasn't much – but they had hundreds of cannon, five hundred tanks, and three navies – one thousand ships – behind them. Between them and the enemy was a large (though hastily laid) minefield, a few anti-tank barriers and an anti-tank ditch. They were protected by dug-outs and trenches, and even the tanks were in specialized dig-ins. Under these conditions they were ready to take the enemy on at ten-to-one.

"Enemy approaching, two hundred furlongs!"

"Fire naval weaponry and missiles."

All of the battleships, arsenal ships, cruisers began to fire at once. Thousands of heavy cannon, from the 14-inch cannon aboard the cruisers to the 32-inch monstrosities carried by superdreadnaught capital ships rained HE and cluster shells on the enemy. Five thousand guided missiles were launched from the ships and submarines, aimed at enemy tank formations. Out of the five thousand missiles, one thousand carried sarin warheads. The naval shells carried sarin warheads at the same ratio as the missiles.

But still, enemies remained.

"Enemy approaching, one hundred furlongs!"

"Fire all cannon."

The MRLS launchers, the Incinerateur 155mm automatic cannon, the Corbulo field howitzers, the G-6 204mm mortars – all fired at once. Salvo after salvo, they lobbed their deadly payload at the enemy – and the navy was still firing, too.

"Enemy approaching at fifty furlongs."

"They should be hitting our mines now. Tell the navy to stop using sarin shells at this distance – I don't want the wind to carry anything to us – even though the BDU-64 suits should technically protect us. Only conventional shells from now on"

The purpose of the minefield is never to just kill those who step or roll over a mine – it is to slow the enemy down – as one would be an idiot to just rush headlong through a minefield. And as he is slown down, one can escape, or fire at him – but right now, Allaneans smile as the sound of anti-personnel, anti-tank, and anti-helicopter (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulgarian_anti-helicopter_mines) mines is heard from ten kilometers away – and the naval and land artillery is still firing away.

"Enemy in sight!"

"Fire!"

At five kilometers – twenty-five furlongs – the Allanean tanks begin firing away with their 30mm cannon and launching guided missiles via their cannon-launchers. So do Allanean anti-tank vehicles and IFV's.

At two and a half kilometers heavy machineguns, gattling guns, and automatic grenade launchers kick in, as well as snipers.

At a kilometer away, Allaneans are able to fire at the attackers with their .308 rifles. Shooting is a favored sport in Allanea, and sitting or lying down under cover is a more favorable shooting position then running towards the enemy across a minefield while pelted with heavy artillery shells – and a .308 rifle with a scope can be used at a rather long range. And additionally, the Allaneans, eager to gain every possible advantage on their enemy, used hollowpoints.

And in the meanwhile, more and more troops continued to roll into the runways on the base…

[OOC: Earabia, fyi, that un named city is where my troops are landing.]

OOC:

I am sorry. I will pick the other city to the east more then.


IC: As the commander realized his mistake, he sent the task force to the next closest town to the east as the main force stays south of the moutains. Their plan is to head to Sudbury that is in-between the mountains.

As the main forced moved to the south and east, the task force was headed by Lt. Luis. He was a very competent man and knew the strategy of urban warfare. So his first task was to surround the city and demand a surrender, if that was not achieved, he was to storm the town from two directions.

*******

*100 miles south and east*

Commander Jones had his forces move quickly across the relatively flat terran. He was hoping to move fast and capture the town of Sudbury.

OOC: Don't have time for a proper post, just decided to check in before going to bed. Allanea, you troops hitting the capital have an almost free ride, the Eurasians blew away most of the defences, and almost all the personnel in the city launched a suicide charge on the Eurasian beachead. You're fighting Atopians now if you're at the capital.

OOC: There are Atopians at the capital? I thought they all went for my beachead. Also, are there any secret police/party personnel/people-sharing-responsibility for the former regime for me to capture there? What is the name of the capital? I have surely seen it somewhere here, but I can't find it. Also, can you give me some more detail about the city, it's landmarks/important buildings, and such? Thanks! Sorry for so many questions.

OOC: There are Atopians at the capital? :confused: Not to my knowledge - some SpecOps teams certainly but nothing to be unduly worried about in terms of major combat operations.

First Army Group's Second Army (480,000 soldiers or thereabouts) is engaged against your beachhead and air force, not at the capital - I'm just trying to hold Bakers' Landing and an area around that.

EDIT to OOC: Where is the capital? Is it at Baker's Landing? :confused:

IC:

Heedless of the casualties amongst the first wave of tanks and armoured vehicles, the air mobile units - flying in at 900 feet - shrugged off their losses and landed in the middle of the enemy base. As attack helicopters engaged dug-in tanks and men, the remaining 75,000 air mobile soldiers poured into the Allanean positions from the rear. Abandoning their helicopters to prevent the enemy from using the runways, the Air Mobile air crews took up their AK-74SUs and pistols, engaging the enemy as infantry.

To the front, engineering vehicles ploughed through the minefields, leading the way for T-95s and BMP-3s to fan out and crush into the enemy positions. 20% of the Atopian troops were killed before reaching the enemy lines, but, safe from small arms in their AIFVs and MBTs, the remaining 304,000 soldiers poured from their vehicles and into the enemy positions, bayonets fixed and gas masks leering.

Smashing aside the burning hulks of their own tanks, the T-95s crushed through enemy lines and in amongst their opposite numbers. 152mm APFSDS rounds tore towards the Allanean tanks as a conflict on the scale of Kursk developed. Smoke enveloped the battlefield as tanks exploded and shells burst, flames shooting from wrecked helicopters and AIFVs. Gunfire mixed with the screams of the wounded and the moans of the dying as the Second Army drove home into Allanean lines.

OOC: My bad, not in the capital itself, near the capital. And yes, it's Baker's Landing. There's only really one landmark left (Eurasian bombardment levelled the city for the most part), the rising worker, a mostrous hundred meter tall statue of a worker with shattered chains with his hammer held back, looking upwards, as if to strike at a slavedriver or some unseen enemy thats towering overhim.

IC:

*Baker's Landing*

This was it, the final stand. The last glorious charge of Iragian troops crushed by the Eurasian invaders. Only a handful of survivors remained in the capital, and refugees started to emerge from shelters and flee. Others took up the weapons of their fallen comrades, driven into an almost insane bloodlust by the devastation wrought upon their city and driven by the government propaganda machine. Almost a thousand troops, almost all militia, took up positions. They were armed with AKs, SKS rifles, pistols, molotovs, and a handful of RPG launchers. They gathered at the ruins of the statue of the rising worker. The symbol of the overthrow of President Douglas and the rise of the People's Republic. It had been blasted by enemy fire, the top half severed and laying broken leaning on the ruins of a nearby building. The militia fighters entrenched themselves around it, and one of them started singing the anthem. Soon, the whole force was singing as they waited for the enemy to come.

*Underground Bunker*

"Sir, Allanean forces are dropping into the city. The Eurasian bombardment has blown away our defences," the Premier-General's aide reported.

"Very well, then we will make our stand, put me on video to the nation," the Premier-General ordered.

The video camera, hooked up to a buried landline running to Hamilton, and from there, to all the other cities and towns, turned on. Across the nation, the remnants of the Liberation Forces activated their projectors, and gathered the citizenry to watch. Families gathered into homes that still had power, crawling around the TV to watch the message from their Premier-General.

"Citizens of the People's Republic, I fear that this shall be my final message. The military might of our glorious nation has not been enough to drive back the invaders. Our army lies broken and battered along the beaches. Hundreds of thousands of Imperialist troops are storming into our once great capital. But fear not my people, for though I shall die, the dream that is the People's Republic shall live on in the heart of every true citizen! We will soon fall, but for every one of us that dies, we shall take with us a thousand of the enemy! Some may speak of surrender, some may speak of defeat, but I say nay! I say that today is not our defeat, but our greatest victory! Our sacrifice shall stand as a rallying cry for workers around the world! In every home of every nation the oppressed peoples of the world will see what we have done here today, and what you will continue to do in the days to come, and their spirits shall rise. They shall see that enslavement is not the only way, that they have the power to throw off the yoke of capitalism, and forge their own destiny as we have. Today, I may fall, my body shattered as my last breath leaves me, but our sacrifice will bring these enemies crashing down from within!" The Premier-General goes silent. He dons a tactical vest, and picks up a Kalashnikov rifle. He loads it, cocks it, and looks back at the camera. "Farewell citizens, and never surrender!"

Inside the bunker the civilian staff are huddled into a briefing room far from the main entrance. Guards and senior officers grab desks, filing cabinets, and anything else that might provide even a scrap of cover, and lay it down in front of the monstrous blast doors that serve as the only way in or out. They ready their weapons, levelling them towards the door.

Admiral Hewlet Jackson of the Dephirian Godsend Captial-Ranked Flagship, The Boklavoc, knocked on a large metal door. The man within the room of which he wished to enter spoke in Briskarn, a native language isolated to the Outer Rim Islands, an group of islands northeast of the Dephirian mainland.

"Enter, please."

"Alexander Ra'Baal, it's a pleasure to finally meet the brother of Delthar Scythis!" Admiral Jackson greeted the Godsend as if he were an equal.

"Save the pleasures of this meeting for another time, Admrial. We are nearly two hundred if not four hundred miles away from Iragia, and we need to be on our best guard. Twenty-five hundred ships may prove inoperable if they are not able to get there." The Godsend spoke scornfully.

Both people were speaking in Briskarn, for many Dephirians could not, thus making their conversation all the more 'private'.

"Sorry sir." replied the Admiral sullenly.

"How is Jane's operation coming along?"

"She has landed our fifteen thousand HellKnights, fourty-five thousand DeathKnights, and three hundred thousand Soldiers within the past few days. This was done primarily through quick amphibious landings, and paradrops."

The Godsend nodded, "Good. Now how many tanks, cannons, and other equipment do we have landed thus far?"

A clipboard was presented to the Admiral, "Four hundred Apocalypse C-Class tanks have been landed, fifty SSC Artillery Cannons, four hundred WarDogs, and twenty Scorpions."

Alexander smiled, "Those Scorps are rather valuable. Anyways, what about our airforce?"

Jackson looked at a chart on the clipboard, "Over the past few days, several more Dephirian Y-Class fighters have arrived. Fourteen A-Class bombers were escorted by fifty H-Class fighters."

Alexander looked at the radar system's screen, "Did you build a sufficient airfield?"

The Admiral smiled, "Jane went right away on building an effective airfield. Took several hours of nonstop labor, but you'd be surprised with how nice it looks. She didn't even stop there! If we knew what the hell this place was, it wouldn't matter! You'd have to wait and see yourself..."

Alexander smiled, then nodded. "Good Admiral. I'll be sure to award you for your effort. Now, leave me in peace."

"Certainly, Alexander." The Admiral bowed, then walked out of the large room.

"Jonathan...do your read me?" The Godsend spoke into a communicator on his wrist. Within moments, a demonic-like voice with a mix of a Russian accent spoke on the other end*. Both were speaking Briskarn to keep people whom might have tapped their frequency from understanding.

"Yes, I hear you. How goes your current heading towards Iragia?" Replied the Godsend's brother, Delthar Scythis.

"Good. Operations are working rather well. Our forces are in an unknown region south of Iragia, which means we are outside of the warzones."

"That is good news. When will you begin your new operation?"

"The new operation will commence as soon as we can land the troops we are transporting amongst our primary fleet."

"Our primary fleet? Dammit! I told you to take the Los Mexican fleet!"

"Sir, brother, if I took the Los Mexican fleet, then these Iragians will never fear the Dephirian people! They will laugh and mock the Los Mexican fleet, which is our fleet. So in all, they will mock the Dephirian people!"

"Fine. Land your troops, then commence with your operations."

"Yes, brother, I shall. Thank you." Alexander closed the Comm link, and sat in his chair. "Sometimes, brother, you annoy the hell out of me."

OOC:
*Briska was a nation north east of Dephire roughly three thousand years prior to the present. Their native language was 'Briskarn', which was similar to Russian accentwise. However, during the Briskarn Wars, the nation (whom waged war against Joul'carne, now Gemini, and Dephure, now Dephire) was defeated by Dephure and was then assimilated into the Dephirian people. Very few people can speak Briskarn, even fewer can speak it as fluently as the current five Godsends of the Dephirian people. These Godsends would include: Delthar Scythis (Jonathan Vega), Baal (Alexander Ra'Baal), Admiral Jane Romanov, Admiral Coronado, and General Skragg. Scythis and Baal were born in Briska, the name they prefer to call 'The Outer Rim Islands'.

Admiral Reels finished listening to the broad cast of the Iragian Premier-General. He chuckles a bit before turning to his second in command,

"These darn socialists pigs will never give up will they?" He commented,"I want all forces we have on shore to speed up and capture those cities, i want to make sure that at least part of this land is freed from any socialist opression."


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*300 miles west of Sudbury*

Commander Jones was sitting out side his command tank when a Lt. came up and handed his reports of the region.

"Hmmm. I see that we havent ran into any locals at all since the force split up." He commented.

"Sir, i might suggest you send ahead a small force to investigate the near by cities."

"Do that."

we are the cazelians. we oppose your invasion and by all means need to help
the Iragians.

all hostiles, pull back or be destroyed!

abord the cazelian battleship Imperiator, Lt.Hasley readied his his team of SpecOps marines for helo incersion via seahawk chopper
"ah i love the smell of death in the mornin" thought hasley as he stepped into the helicopter. 1 hour later... ok! get ready for the drop! your going to hit the
enemy beachhead in 6 minutes encounting!

Skyian F/A-84 Patrol, near Northern Iragian Border

The F/A-84 Shadows on patrol watched as the Ezaltian F/A-401 fighters began their trip towards the south. The F/A-84 would make them pay dearly.

A single fighter peeled out of formation and started crossing the T of the enemy fighters from 180km out. The pilot used the off-bore sight capabiltites of his helmet, the plane and the missile he carried, the same as before, he tossed out two missiles from his internal bay, the doors coming out for only a split second, he then raised altitude, turned and flew back towards the squadron, a good 180km from the enemies and moving away..

The missiles quickly ignited their engines and turned towards the incoming enemies, using a data feed from the F/A-84s they would receive midcourse updates to their INS, then when they go to 100km, their radar would go active, and when they got to 20km, they would also activate their IRSTs. Meanwhile another two F/A-84s would trail the flight of F/A-401s, waiting outside radar range.

The flight of F/A-84s could have easily decimated the F/A-401s, but they would try a new tactic, hit and run, they would strike when ever and where ever they wanted.

They Ruled The Sky.

OOC: Oh, but you are persistent.

Despite a loss from the Skyan missiles, the Ezaltian flight continued on, reaching the Presidential Palace shortly after. Their bomb bays opened, releasing 96 bunker-busting bombs on the Palace before turning north towards home.

*Antioch*

The return fire from the invading Red Tidean forces was devastating. The fighters exchanged fire with the enemies until incendiary weapons immolated them and drove them from the the rubble and buildings in which they hid. RPG and recoilless rifle teams tried to fire again on the convoy but what appeared to be AA guns fired into the surrounding structures. Buildings were shredded, collapsed in on themselves as dozens of militants were cut to pieces, others tried to flee only to be cut down by snipers and vehicles.

The scene repeated itself across the city as fighters deeper in the core laid down the handful of mines they had left, and a couple of IEDs the combat engineers worked up from the leftover artillery rounds. They dug in around the ruins of city hall for the last stand.

*Hamilton*

The news had just come in. An air strike had hit the bunker where the Premier-General hid. He was dead. Everyone in the bunker was dead, the country was now effectively leaderless.

"Colonel Ardamine, Operation Phoenix is a go," Lt. Gen. Mason ordered as a work crew prepared a small studio for an address to the nation.

The Lieutenant General turned to the Ezaltian colonel. "Thank you Colonel, you may have just saved our nation."


To: All Hostile Nations
From: Lieutenant General Mason, Commander of the Civil Defence Corps
Subject: Surrender
Message:
The Premier-General, and most of the People's Council is dead. Those few councillors who are still alive are being dealt with as we speak. The remnants of the Liberation Forces have been declared traitors, and will be arrested to face a war crimes tribunal for the massacre of civilians, and the use of innocents as human shields. Any LF personnel who participated in the massacre of the pro-democracy protestors in the capital will be brought up on murder charges as well. The Civil Defence Corps is working to free all political prisoners, civilians being held in detention centres, and will be establishing refugee camps for those who had fled the fight along the coast and in the north. My forces are presently attempting to secure the country, and it is my desire to reinstate the old Republic government and hold elections for a new parliament. I ask for a cease-fire between our forces, so that we may begin the long and painful process of rebuilding this shattered nation.


*Northern Iragia, Mining Encampment*

Smoke billowed from the three ruined AA emplacements as the detachment of Liberation Forces personnel tried to see if there were any survivors. They found no one, and soon retreated back towards the mine itself where hundreds of prisoners had been buried by demolition charges. The Civil Defence officers who had committed the atrocity outnumbered the LF personnel and could be seen talking amongst themselves, their commander conferring over the radio on a frequency the LF troopers couldn't pick up on.

The CDC commander walked over to the LF captain who commanded the detachment. "Captain Wilkens, you aren't going to believe this, but in the middle of this war, the clerks apparently still need everything in triplicate. They want us to both sign off on the mine demo orders for their records, and they want me to fax them over back to Hamilton where the new defence command is being established since Baker's Landing has been effectively cut off," the CDC colonel reported as he handed over some documents to the LF captain.

"These orders are for the demolition of the mine with the prisoners inside, I didn't give that order, you did," Captain Wilkens responded handing the documents back to the CDC officer.

"I know, but for whatever reasoning the paper pushers have they need us both as detachment commanders to sign it for record keeping or some such, I don't know, I think it's a waste of time myself, but I just do what I'm told," the Colonel replied handing the clipboard back to Wilkens.

Wilkens sighed and signed off on the order, then handed it back to Colonel. The Colonel nodded and headed back to the cluster of Civil defence personnel, handing the clipboard over to an aide. He turned to his officers, "do it."

Rifle and machine gun fire erupted as the platoon of LF troopers were cut down, two bunkers with AT weapons had been setup and they turned to attack the Civil Defence armoured cars when they saw there fellow soldiers being gunned down but they were taken out as a pair of RPGs streaked in, blowing apart the bunkers and there occupants.

*Address to the nation, also broadcasted internationally and to the invading forces*

The scene is a stage, writing in the bottom corner claims the location to be the headquarters of the Civil Defence Corps. Emblazoned on the curtains in the back was not the symbol of the People's Republic, but the seal of the old Republic, with the words De Oppreso Liber situated beneath it.


"Citizens of Iragia, today is a great day for us all. Only a short time ago, an air strike struck the bunker of the Premier-General, killing him and members of the People's Council as well as his top aides and advisors. At first, I was stuck with grief at the loss of our beloved leader, but with his death, I was granted access to classified information and what I found both shocked and appalled to me. My fellow Iragians, we have been lied to. We have been misled, abused, and played for fools by the so called People's Council. I have discovered information about many atrocities that have been committed by the so called Liberation Forces, re-education camps, mass murder, kidnappings, and the enslavement of tens of thousands of our fellow citizens who sought to reveal to us the truth about the old regime. I do not yet know how far these lies go, but what is clear is that the old regime under the Premier-General is directly responsible for the murder, enslavement, and oppression of hundreds of thousands of our citizens. I have copies of orders signed to murder prisoners by the tens of thousands by herding them like cattle into the mines where they toiled as slaves to fuel the council's war machine, and where demolition charges brought the mines crashing down upon those innocents. I have seen footage of the so called 'rebels' from the capital that the LF gunned down. They were not rebels, but students, our sons and our daughters, our brothers and sisters, who waved signs and demonstrated peacefully so they could have a say in the government, so they could have a voice that could be heard, so they could bring us the freedom and liberties that were the founding principles of the old Republic. Today, I stand before you to declare that these atrocities go on no more. I have ordered the Civil Defence Corps to reclaim our country from the hands of these butchers in the Liberation Forces. We are reclaiming the streets, freeing the prisoners, and are seeking peace with the forces that have attacked out nation. This is a difficult and trying time for us all, but over the coming months we will rebuild. Effective immediately, I have ordered the arrest of all members of the former regime and the Liberation Forces, to face a war crimes tribunal for the crimes they have committed. We are arranging a cease-fire with the invaders, and we expect to have peacekeepers deployed across the country to aid us in reconstruction and in maintaining law and order. We will reinstate the old Republic, reinstitute the constitution, and hold elections for the new parliament. I know this is a frightening time for us all, but together, we will rebuild, together, we will be victorious."

*End of transmission*

*Hamilton*

Three members of the People's Council sat in their briefing room, blissfully unaware of all that had happened as they were fed false information by their Civil Defence hosts, and they sat in shock staring at the live feed on the TV screen. The doors were thrown open and they spun to see a contingent of Civil Defence officers march in. The councillor nearest the door grabbed his coffee mug and hurled it at the officers, who responded with a barrage of automatic weapons fire, leaving nothing but blood and bodies in the room.

Southern Antioch

As the enemy fled, they were subsequently attacked by machine guns, submachine guns, autocannons, tank guns, and strafing H/K-1s until they disappeared into the rubble. The Red Tidean main force began to regroup count their losses, and call up engineers to find any booby traps, mines, or IEDs the Iragians might have left behind.

The engineers had just cleared one path completely and were in the process of clearing another when the orders came down to cease fire. The enemy would certainly notice that the artillery bombardment that was in the process of hammering the dead center of the city stopped, if they hadnt recieved the information that Iragia had pretty much surrendered.

To make sure, a small envoy, consisting of a Humvee, three soldiers, and a Major who knew the local language. They waved a white flag as they approached the first known Iragia position.

Colonel Youngblood smiled as he shook the Iragian general's hand enthusiastically. "Anything to help, friend. Now we face the reconstruction of your great nation."

OOC: Sorry for the lack of detail. I may have no Internet access at all up until February 25th, so... again, apologies.

IC:

Minutes before the surrender message

The Allanean forces in Baker's Landing continued to fight, at odds almost insane – they were outnumbered enormously, but they were much more the skilled then the foe. Still, their ranks dwindled. At the moment of the enemy surrender, they were driving towards the statue of the Worker. There, a firefight broke out – and two hundred Allanean soldiers fell near it. Only then could a force of five sappers reach the statue and implant heavy, eighty-kilogram high-explosive charges at it's feet.

It was during the surrender message being played that they actually pushed the button.

At the Allanean Lines

“Sir, we estimate our losses at five thousand dead! Enemy forces – over one hundred thousand dead!”

Many of the troops are from the Brigade itself, and the hill from which Alexander Kazansky directed the action was strewn with dead bodies in dark-red uniform.

The Allanean President is injured thrice and is no longer wearing his powered armor suit - merely a white shirt and a pair of uniform pants, fighting off a wave after wave of attackers with pistol and officer's sword. His head, his right arm, and his chest are bandaged, and blood seeps inexorably through – and yet he does not yield. From the runways behind him, troops rush in to replace the injured.

And then, the message comes in.

A second's hesitation – and the President gives a simple, curt order.

It is replayed upon the famous Allanean propaganda loudspeakers, and heard by almost all in the field.

“Attention, Atopian personnel. The Iragian government is overthrown by Iragia's own people. You have no more reason to fight.”

Commander Reels just got finishing listening to the transmission he leaned back and looked at the sky. They were 200 miles away from Sudbury now and he had to prepare for chaos in this nation now with no "formal" government in control. The next 48 hours will prove crucial and important.

He turns and asks for a radio. He is going to try to contact the leader of the resistance, Lieutenant General Mason.

Intercepting the latest message from the counter-Communism forces in Iragia, General Isaac Azariah gave the immediate order for the mobilization of the 1st Army of the Messiah for the stabilization of the nation.

Or at least that was his main reason, the other reason was if for some reason the Iragians renigged on their side of the bargain, Iragia would immediately be ceded by force into the Messianic Empire.

But only His Majesty, and General Azariah knew this. Although, they both had a feeling that the Iragians knew as well, even though it wasn't a for-sure thing.

But Gen. James Lucas, who was the Commander of the 1st Army of the Messiah, took his orders, and began to mobilize his men. The entire 1st Army of the Messiah would be spread out across Iragia within two hours time. Of course, their mission was only to keep the peace.

If anyone opened fire, they were not to return fire, and they were to take the 3rd and 5th Armies of the Messiah under the command of the 1st Army of the Messiah. The combined total would be well over 100,000 Almohedites occupying Iragian territory. To keep the peace of course.

To make sure the casualties were kept to a minimum, Gen. Azariah sent out a transmission:

~Public Transmission~

To: All Military Powers In Iragia
From: Gen. Isaac Azariah, Almohed Imperial Army
Subject: Incoming Forces

To whomever it may concern:

All Almodite forces will remain neutral. The 3rd & 5th Armies of the Messiah, and all other Almdite units will cease agression against any and all enemies. Almohed's presence in Iragia will now be that of a peacekeeper. The 1st Army of the Messiah is being dispatched immediately for further peacekeeping purposes. The Almodite Air Corps and Navy will no longer attack any, but shall form a blockade to keep further military powers out of Iragia. We ask that no military forces fire upon our men, and they shall not fire upon yours. The Messianic Empire thanks you greatly.

Regards,
Gen. Isaac Azariah,
Almohed Imperial Army

~End Transmission~

*Baker's Landing*

It was over. At long last, the fighting had ended. The last thousand militiamen who had made their stand at the statue of the rising worker were dead, their mines, boobytraps, heavy weapons, and sheer determination had claimed the lives of numerous Allanean troops. With the fighting ended, the shelters opened, thousands of civilians spilled out, many of them bore AKs, sidearms, and other weapons, tasked with protecting the shelters should enemy infantry storm inside. A handful of Civil Defence officers were still alive, having hidden out in the shelters, and now worked to re-establish control over the shocked civilians.

The highest ranking officer, Sergeant Mike Holmes, approached a nearby Allanean soldier. He was nervous, a bit tense, but forced himself to relax and maintain at least visible composure.

"Soldier, I am Sergeant Holmes, Civil Defence Corps, we have a lot of civilians, and a lot of wounded, all of our infrastructure here has been destroyed, theres not enough food, water, medical supplies, we have some medical personnel, but only basic equipment for them. If we don't get supplies in here quick, I'm afraid there'll be a lot more bodies then there already are."

While the sergeant talked with the Allaneans, in another section of the city a child also approached the Allaneans. A squad of soldiers were standing around, conversing and finally having the opportunity to relax now that the fighting was over. The child was obviously hungry, and he looked rough, having spent the past days in a bombardment shelter while war raged above. Once he got up to the Allaneans, who looked down at him and smiled while offering him food, the bomb-vest that a Liberation Forces captain had placed on the child detonated.

*Antioch*

A Red Tidean officer approached the battered defensive positions a Civil Defence captain walked out. He had some injuries, a bandage covering the left side of his face was soaked with blood and the bandage extended over the eye, where more blood was present. As the Tidean approached, the Civil Defence officer snapped to attention and saluted.

"On behalf of the newly formed Republic of Iragia, welcome to Antioch, sir."

*Hamilton*

Lt. General Mason picked up his radio as his aide motioned to him, the Earabian commander wished to speak, "Admiral Reels, this is Lieutenant General Mason, what can I do for you?"

"Thank you..." The Tidean Major said in Russian accented Iragian, returning the salute. "I guess that means you have heard... do you need any medical assistance?" He asked, noting the wound.

His name was Koniev Matorisk, a major from some little town in Red Tide that noboby had ever heard of who had applied to the Ariga Officers Academy and graduated. He was sort of relieved to talk to a Captain that was not under the influence of a Hallucagenic Control Collar.

*Mill Towne*

Colonel Briske had been put in charge of making the arrangements for Almodite troops to serve as peacekeepers across Iragia, and work as liason to them as they aided in maintaining law and order and rebuilding the shattered nation. Tens of thousands of Almodite troops were already in northern Iragia, having been sent earlier to aid in their neighbours defence. Now they rode around the city, setting up checkpoints and keeping watch as the Civil Defence Corps disarmed the militia and de-mobilized the conscripts.


To: Almohed
From: Colonel Adamine
Subject: Peacekeeping
Message:
Lieutenant General Mason asked me to pass along his thanks for your efforts to aid us, the influx of peacekeepers will be of great benefit to our security situation and will allow us to focus on the task of rebuilding our shattered nation.


After sending off the transmission, another member of the Lt. General's staff turned to Adamine, "I don't like it sir, their here to keep the peace, or so they say, but I don't like the idea of any nation having that many troops in our territory."

"Me neither Captain, but it's our only choice, our population is smaller than some of their major cities. We have to agree to it, but the international community's eye is on us now, they'll behave themselves, and pull out once everything is well and good."

*Antioch*

Captain Hughes looked at the Tidean major, half of him wanted to drop the man then and there, and then his buddies to, but the other part of him kept him in check, made him realize that he might very well start the hostilities again, and that he had a duty to the few troops remaining in Antioch.

"We have a lot of wounded, a lot of dead too, your arty and air strikes made sure of that. Top priority for medical right now would be Shelter eight-niner down the road there, collapsed in, three hundred civilians, mostly children from the elementary school, most are dead, but we can hear moaning and calls for help. We're trying to dig out whatever survivors we can. My name's Huges by the way, Jacob Huges."

Koniev nodded solemnly, although his expression may have seemed callous to Hughes, he was actually rather sympathetic. It was just that displaying emotions when you are a Red Tidean Officer could be detrimental to your health if the NKVD found out.

"Major Koniev Matorisk." He introduced himself. Then he looked over his shoulder and barked a few orders at the soldier manning the radio. Turning back to the Hughes, he said, "Our engineers and medical staff can be at any shelter requiring assistance less then five minutes, assuming everything goes well. Supplies will take much longer as they are farther behind our lines. Probably thirty minutes to an hour.

*Hamilton*

Lt. General Mason picked up his radio as his aide motioned to him, the Earabian commander wished to speak, "Admiral Reels, this is Lieutenant General Mason, what can I do for you?"

"Ah Lieutenant General Mason. I am contacting you because in the behalf of my nation i am here to help get you back into control of your nation to get your lives back on track. I am here in the northern part of your nation to help secure your resources up here. Now is there certain cities or locations you wish me to head to to secure?" replied Admiral Reels.

OOC: Sorry for not posting, been tied up in RL issues

IC:

*Antioch*

"Thank you for the assistance major," the CDC officer said as the Tidean and Iragian forces began working together to retrieve civilians. As the two forces worked, Tidean troops could see a handful of bodies in Liberation Forces uniforms lieing on the ground, or being hauled away. Their hands were bound, and blood had pooled around their heads. Others were being hauled off in chains. The Civil Defence officers were keeping an eye on, and disarming the militia as a number of them seemed willing to break the ceasefire and kill the enemy now that they were so close, and presenting such an easy target. A few fights broke out, but thus far the potentially violent militiamen were under control.

*Hamilton*

"Admiral, our northern region is already being taken care of by Almodite peacekeepers, the southern city of Galacey and its surrounding region are being troublesome, and additional personnel to assist our Civil Defence officers would be greatly appreciated.

Rough Losses, as reported by Civil Defence Headquarters:

Armed Effectives killed: 347,593, mostly in Baker's Landing and Antioch
Civilian Losses: 500,462
Wounded: 149,079
Vehicles:
117 T-55 MBTs
83 T-34s
648 APCs/IFVs
549 CDC Armoured Cars
1000+ AA systems
24 Helicopters
942 Artillery systems
Cities effectively destroyed:
-Baker's Landing
-Antioch

It had been days since the first ships had appeared on the horizon far south of Iragia. Now, three million Dephirian soldiers had set up several large and heavily fortified bases along the coast in an area south of Iragia, outside of its border. Thousands of ships dotted the sea. Most of which were emptied transport ships. Hundreds of aircraft darkened the skies. Now all that was left was the 'push' of which Dephire was swelling to do.

At dawn, the three Godsend leaders met in a tent. A brief discussion followed.

The very next day, the first missiles were fired...total war was the declaration by the Dephirians. They wished not to become enemies of the Sovereign League. The Dephirians also supported their TWSP allies. All that was left were the other factions. They will fall by noon.

Four hundred three thousand pound missiles were launched from off shore ships. The airforce began taking off. Four hundred tanks began rolling, and three million soldiers blitzed onward.

This was the Dephirian Front.

OOC:
Sorry for posting such a brief entry. I'm still on my way to Oklahoma, and it's getting really late. Thus I have no time to post a full-length entry. Please forgive me.

It had been days since the first ships had appeared on the horizon far south of Iragia. Now, three million Dephirian soldiers had set up several large and heavily fortified bases along the coast in an area south of Iragia, outside of its border. Thousands of ships dotted the sea. Most of which were emptied transport ships. Hundreds of aircraft darkened the skies. Now all that was left was the 'push' of which Dephire was swelling to do.

At dawn, the three Godsend leaders met in a tent. A brief discussion followed.

The very next day, the first missiles were fired...total war was the declaration by the Dephirians. They wished not to become enemies of the Sovereign League. The Dephirians also supported their TWSP allies. All that was left were the other factions. They will fall by noon.

Four hundred three thousand pound missiles were launched from off shore ships. The airforce began taking off. Four hundred tanks began rolling, and three million soldiers blitzed onward.

This was the Dephirian Front.

OOC:
Sorry for posting such a brief entry. I'm still on my way to Oklahoma, and it's getting really late. Thus I have no time to post a full-length entry. Please forgive me.

Er...the war's over. My fighters killed the Iragian president in a coup d'etat, and a general took over and surrendered.

OOC:
Yet, this all moved ahead before I could get anything together. As far as my troops know, the war is still on and anyone but the SL and GASN/ADAN are enemies of Dephire. Most of this was explained in the post I had planned, but seeing how I don't have my computer and I also was not able to post it with my computer (this is borrowed from a friend), then I don't have my full explanation. Pretty much, no one had notified Dephire of anything that had been going on. So, the Dephirians are going to pretty much march right into an already razed landscape. Then they might just start claiming land in the name of the Protector Nation of Dephire, and the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations.

*Hamilton*

"Admiral, our northern region is already being taken care of by Almodite peacekeepers, the southern city of Galacey and its surrounding region are being troublesome, and additional personnel to assist our Civil Defence officers would be greatly appreciated.

"Will do. We will use the road that runs threw Hamilton to get to that city. We should be there in 3 days if not less. We are here to assist you." said the admiral.

First he had to meet up with the second force that was to the west, but that shouldnt of been a problem. When they were formed again, he would have his full force of man power of 200,000 troops and 300 tanks and attack copters. He hopes that these forces will be significant to show a force that would change the disturbers minds in Galacey.

"Three....two....one....FIRE!" Thirteen Stonehenge-Class Rail Cannons aboard various Dephirian warships fired into the distance. Their targets were old Iragian positions, which were probably no longer Iragian positions. This was because the Dephirians had not recieved any new information. As far as they knew, Iragia was still in need of discipline.

The huge rounds descended upon the southern most border of Iragia, which should have instantly eliminated anything in the area of two square miles from each round.

The Dephirian forces began to march to the north, towards the Iragian border...where the shells had fallen.

The reports started flooding in over the radio, the tensions and conflict between the remnants of the Liberation Forces and the Civil Defence Corps had been set aside as foreign troops advanced across the south. The smaller villages and towns had started dismantling the defences and trying to get back into normal routine over the past few hours, and the hastily assembled minefields and roadblocks had been dismantled. Missiles descended onto the concentrations of forces, leaving only ragged, battered militia forces scattered acorss the region, reinforced by a hardened core of Civil Defence and Liberation Forces personnel. Some artillery batteries, the few remaining in the southern reaches, were still operational, and wooden decoys ensured some IFVs were left alive, but as they drove against the new aggressors in a suicidal charge they accomplished little.

Aircraft blew apart additional defences, and the Civil Defence commander in Galacey ordered the militia to go to ground, hiding in the civilian population while CD officers laid down IEDs as best they could and prepared to flee. The large scale assault ruined the smaller villages, and many civilians were killed as defensive positions had been setup near civilian centres and shelters.

*Antioch*

The Civil Defence captain Huges listened to the reports on the radio as the Tidean major stood before him, the other officers who had radios heard the reports as well, and local commanders passed along the information to the other troops. Civil Defence officers outside the sight of the Tidean troops started re-arming the militia and conscripts.

After hearing the initial reports on the radio, Captain Hughes drew his sidearm and put it in the face of the Tidean major, the other officers raised their weapons and trained them on the other nearby Tidean soldiers.

"So much for the ceasefire major. Looks like we have millions of troops advancing from the south, the souther reaches are expected to fall by the end of the day.


To: Sovereign League Nations and other participants in the Iragian conflict
From: Lieutenant General Mason, temporary head of the Republic of Iragia
Subject: Resumption of hostilities
Message:
Foreign troops have launched a sweeping assault across the south of our country, we are requesting immediate assistance by any and all forces to drive these invaders out. We can not hold them on our own. If we do not stop them, then the newfound democracy we have all fought so hard to create, will be destroyed before it begins.

The Dephirian forces stopped right at the border. They looked upon the surrounding landscape, the sight put a bad feeling in everyone's stomachs. Ever since the discontinuation of the Dominator Class Rail Cannon, the Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons had not been used. Now they looked at why. Thirteen massive craters were the after effect.

"Makes you wonder if God created us to become gods ourselves." Alexander spoke to Coronado.

"This isn't real. It can't be. We do not even know if the Iragian forces were here!" Romanov spoke frantically.

Alexander sighed, "Well...we haven't heard of anything. No communications have been given to us ever since we arrived. Hell, I'll be dammed if we are marching right into a friendly war!"

"Friendly war?" questioned Jane Romanov.

"An act of war against a friend or ally. It will be the result of lack of communication. As far as we know, the enemy is still alive. However, as Alexander said, we could be late." Coronado turned to face the sea of tents. The Dephirians had stopped before they crossed the border, to conserve energy.

"So...shouldn't we try and get information?!" Jane was worried.

"We've tried...thus far, no success." Coronado spoke quickly.

"What do you mean we? Do we not have communications with any of our allies?" Romanov questioned.

Alexander looked at Coronado, "If you must know, we were supposed to place a Dephirian hold upon this land. Iragia was not in the picture. In fact, we are to use this land as a back door into Iragia in case 'conflict' arises in the future."

Jane nodded, "That was what I was told, but why do we not have any communications? And why did we have to send a great majority of our forces to the border?"

"Our communications were severed when we landed. I do not know how or why, maybe because of those mountains...I do not know. However, we need our forces here so that we can finally expand. With our population exceeding three billion in our homeland and fifteen billion with territories, we have to spread out our forces. These three million soldiers will make an excellent deposit." Alexander spoke technically.

"Then why did we blast Iragian soil with our SCRCs?" Jane asked.

"Because, if the enemy is still alive, then they will look upon the scorched land and be frightened. They will surrender immediately to our forces so that we can turn them over to the Sovereign League, or any other people we seem fit. We had to use intimidation to show that we mean business..." Coronado answered.

"But, Admiral Coronado, couldn't we have just dropped leaflets or sent messages through our 'Voice of God'?"

"No. It wouldn't have the same effect as thirteen massive craters in your own lands along with over three million soldiers and over a thousand ships." Alexander spoke annoyed.

"But...what if we are late and just attacked friendly soil?"

"'The Protector Nation of Dephire deeply and sincerely appologizes for abruptly attacking the nation of Iragia without consent of any other nation. Our communications were abruptly disrupted, thus we had no knowledge of the Iragian War beign over. We are preparing a gift basket as our apology. Included will be enough supplies to help pull Iragia through the next hardships that will be expected to come...'" Alexander began quoting, but stopped.

Jane Romanov caught his mistake. "You mean to tell me that this was all planned?! How could you? There are innocent people at stake! Dephire was not to be stained by our past, not anymore!"

Alexander smacked Jane across the face, she had crossed the line. "Dephire was my country long before Scythis came! And it will be mine again-"

He stopped mid-sentence as five Godsend Knights, secret police of Scythis, appeared from the shadows. They each carried massive masumes (sp?), and wore dark robes. "We are here to arrest you once more, Godsend Baal. This is your last violation of the Dephirian law."

Alexander smiled and laughed aloud. "You are pathetic, brother."

One of the robed figures lowered his hood, revealing a charcoal skinned man with pure white hair. He wore deep red full plate armour, and a dragon amulet hung from his neck upon a necklace. "So, when did you know I was here?"

Alexander chuckled. "I've always known, but since when was trying to better the Dephirian people treason?"

"It was when you decided to attack Iragia without my consolidation. Hell, you could have started yet another war! It was not my intention of invading Iragia, especially now that the war is OVER!"

"Over? Please, those idiots do not even know when a war is truly over! So what if their president is dead, the Dephirians could now take over and imply our own government! We would assimilate millions more people into our ever growing empire!"

"Alexander, you are mad. We have gone over the same damn thing over and over again. Even back in Danteri, your hunger for power over came you. Now it's the same thing here! We are to take control of just this land that is OUTSIDE of Iragia, but no more. Also, as of this day, you are hereby marked with the Symbol of the Fallen Godsend. I will see you in the Arena in two weeks. Good day, brother."

Alexander was tied down, chained, beaten, and his power stripped from him. Many members of the military spat on his face, some going to the extreme of urinating on his back. He was now scum in all of Dephire's eyes.

In two weeks time, he will be brought before the people of Dephire in the Arena. Warriors, Soldiers, and people skilled in combat fight in the Arena to see if they are worthy of becoming Godsends. Now it was to double as an execution. However, they are still in the unclaimed lands south of Iragia, and it looked as if people were going to try and attack.

Scythis spoke to his soldiers through the intercom system, and spoke his famous words which had used to be for intimidation purposes of the enemy, "Prepare your defences..." then he added, "...for this will be a long week."

This was the Dephirian Front..

Colonel Kevin Youngblood stubbed out his cigarette and picked up his ERX-22 assault rifle, making his way to the Behemoth III command tank. The massive column that had originally tasked to defend Hamilton was now moving towards the coast, to defend against the Dephiran assault if need be.

At the command center in Almohed, fighters and strategic bombers were readied to be launched at a moments notice.

The following message was sent to Dephire:

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To: Dephiran High Command
From: The United Kingdom of Ezaltia

The war is over. Ezaltian fighters killed the Iragian president, and now Lieutenant General Mason is the leader of the country. We urge you to stand down, or else we will be forced to defend Iragia.

The message had arrived instantly on Scythis' communication wristband. He opened it, and read. He then began speaking in reply.

"This message is a reply to whom it may concern. I had no intention of invading Iragia. My only intention was to take control of the unclaimed lands south of Iragia. Once more, my brother has jeapordized everything I have worked hard to accomplish. He will be dead within two weeks, I assure you. Your aggressive actions are no longer needed. Hopefully this will not scar our hopes for future trade agreements etc. Thank you and good day."

He got off.

"You see Alex?! This is what you were about to get us involved into!!!!"

Admiral Reels saw the devestation in the south. He cringed at the sight of the destruction and death near this city in the south. He was still a distance from the army that moved into this region. He turned to the comm link and started his message to the army of the Dephiran.

"You have destroyed a city and its inhabitants. We find this intolerable and disgusting. If you move any further north, you will meet your doom by the Earabian army. As I Admiral Reels of the Earabian Empire promises this."

He then turned to the comm officer and tells him to relay the message to the Iragia officials on how they are in position and ask for what to do next, now that the city they were suppose to help is no more.

"Earabian forces, move into Galacey and hold position in preparation for further attacks on our southern reaches. At present, and aid package has been delivered and an apology made. The attack was allegedly a non-sanctioned operation initiated by a local commander. At this point, the war is over. We will reinforce our southern defences as best we can."

With the war finally over, and with the Dephirian aid package, the shattered nation of Iragia began the slow and painful process of reconstruction.

Admiral heard the message and then moved his forces south further and started to set up patrols and fortifications along the southern border.

He also sets up locations where citizens could come to to get support or supplies of food and clothing and even semi-perm shelters.

He also orders that anti-aircraft positions, artillery positions and a chain of military command centers all along the border region. However, Leers wants to include the Iragian forces within this system of defences.

Scythis opened a video-comlink to the Earabian admiral.

"You sir have no control over the lands south of Irabia. Because of this, I will not adhere to your threat. I shall push my troops as far north as the border, but will not cross. If you so dare as attack my forces, then you will sign your death sentence as three million soldiers desend upon you along with the power of Stonehenge. There are far more Dephirians than there are Earabians. If needed, I could mass my entire nation. Do not anger me, sir.

Then again, I will acknowledge the disgusting acts of which my brother had committed. Of those, the destruction of the city was not entirely his fault. If the involved parties had broadened the message of the Iragian surrender to the Dephirians outside the immediate vicinity of the war, then this could have been avoided.

Once more, there is the question as to how a city would still be here without ever being introduced to the war...but that is for you to explain.

Once more, do not think you are in the same league as the Protector Nation of Dephire. We may not openly support war, but I assure you that we have enough bite for your liking. I, for one, would rather spread peace than war. As I have said before, my interest here was to set up a new Dephirian Territory outside of Iragia. This would ensure faster responses from Dephire. Not only that, but it would provide a faster defense if Iragia needed any allies.

Please do not take this as a threat. I'm just stating that your hostile response was not necessary. Your forces along the border are also unnecessary.

If nothing of which I have stated makes sense, or just adds fuel to the fire, then I propose building a mile wide DMZ zone around Iragia where no military power may pass through. This DMZ zone, however, would just allow non-military transportation of goods, services, civilians, and necessary essential things.

Also, if you wish to speak with me directly, please do ask. I'll be more than happy to meet you!"

The sound of laughter came from the Emperor's mouth.

"Sorry, I'm just picturing the two of us sitting at a local restaurant with probably ten fully armed guardsmen apiece. We might be eating something fancy while the people around us are staring in awe wondering why two unlikely people are eating together having a good ol' time. Or they might wonder as to why we have guardsmen around us..."

He tilted his head upwards as he pondered.

"..so what do you say friend? How about a nice reservation at Iragia's finest...if any are still standing after my brother's hot headed cannon attack and the now over attacks from the Sovereign League and others."

Then he thought of something.

"Hey, I know! Invite some friends! Maybe those ol' chaps within the Sovereign League and other nations might want to just get together. Then again, this may seem rather wrong of me to ask with the current circumstances...dead bodies around...massive destruction...but I mean...I'm trying to make it up to you guys. Heck, I have been sending in some private funds to the Iragians for rebuilding, another reason to occupy and assimilate the lands south of Iragia."

He took a deep sigh.

"Tell me what you think, and get back to me soon. I'll look forward to hearing from you."

OOC:
Okay, when he stated that he could mass his entire population, he means that he could attempt to move all of his able-bodied men to counter, no matter how long it takes to mass his forces. However, I hope that what he stated near the conclusion does not result in such. Personally, I'm trying to make my IC emperor be a nice guy, which he usually is. Yes, I know that I tend to let both be loose cannons at time (Scythis and Baal), but now that I'm about to post a new thread in which Scythis finally confronts Baal and eventually kills him...you get the point. I could finally just have one person to worry about. Well, I'll look forward to your responses.

Iragian commanders had been listening into the chatter between their Earabian allies and the Dephirian troops for a little while now, and were both shocked and confused as to the actions of the Dephirian detachment. Whether they were here to help, or to harm, meant little at this point. Iragia was burning, its greatest cities laid to waste, its military gone, and only the Civil Defence Corps remained. Some of the militia were retained, and sent with a hardened core of CDC officers to entrench themselves along the southern border.

Perhaps Iragia could become friendly with the Dephirians, but for now, Galacey was shattered, and the bodies of men, women, and children literring the streets burned in the national psyche.

Even without a response from Earabians, the Dephirians continues to build buildings within the occupied lands south of Iragia. Because these lands were not in the Iragian border, the Dephirians felt it safe to spread the empire. Making sure that they kept a safe distance from the border, scouts relayed information as to positions of potential threats. This ensured that no Dephirians crossed the border unknowingly.

The buildings were becoming more permanent. Even the airfields were recieving upgrades to make them stronger. Already, fifteen major forts had been built throughout the entire area.

Even with the military build up, much of the Dephirian force began to depart back to the homeland. The three million conventional soldiers reduced to just over a million. However, the number of tanks only increased from four hundred to roughly six hundred. The Dephirian Armada had began to disperse as well. They decreased to roughly five hundred warships total, but all of the different aircraft carriers remained.

Alexander Ra'Baal had been deported back to Dephire to await his execution. Delthar Scythis, Jane Romanov, and Coronado remained to see through the Dephirian occupation and assimilation of the lands they had acquired. These lands were thus named 'Deconter' or 'Dephirian Controlled Territory'. They had no idea as to how many people were in these lands nor of the resources, but time will provide all the research they need.

Thus far, no shots had been fired between the Dephirians and any other nation, save for the premature strike acted upon by Baal. Scythis wished to keep it this way, for now at least.

The military buildings were not the only structures being built. Housing developments were being planned out along with commercial plots. This was due to a movement of Dephirian citizens moving into the area to help control the population growth in the motherland of Dephire.

Now all the Dephirians wait for is the response from Earabia.

Communication from Commander Vakir Cassim Jantsk to Dephirian Forces

You have only one opportunity to withdraw your forces from Iragia before we are forced to remove you. The 34th GSF Armoured "Spearhead" division is prepared to move into you forces by dawn should you refuse to comply with the demand, and the first fleet is moving to secure the coast. The division and fleet would be followed by combined CA forces from the Red Mafia, No Taxes, Toopoxia, and Kraven. It is advisable to withdraw bloodlessly.

Reply to Hostile Forces:

"We are not in Iragia, so we shall not take to your open threat. If you want any forces to leave Iragia, then have the Earabians leave. I have stated time and time again that I do not have any intentions on harming the Iragians, but my only intentions were to support their weakened government. Dephire currently occupies all lands south of their border, thus we are NOT in Iragia. This is by all means a violation of any contract. Thus you are threatening the Dephirians without any reason to back you up. This, in-part, means that you are threatening the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations and their allies as well.

However, I shall not adhere to your threat for I am not in Iragia. So your forceful threat to have me leave Iragia is thus accomplished. And no, I will not be attacking any Iragians unless they fire first. Good day."

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Due to recent actiopns taken by this new Iragian government and its involvment in the Corporate Alliance, Ezaltian troops shall begin withdrawal forthwith.

A private message was sent to the commanders of the Ezaltia forces. This message was secured with a private line, and could not be hacked unless the hacker had access to the special computer itself from which the message was sent from and to.

"Leaders of Ezaltia. Do not fear these lesser powers of the Corporate Alliance. They are only meant to try and strike fear in those they think they can scare. They say words but never come through with the actions. I promise you safety within our borders, in the lands south of the Iragian border. Here you will not be attacked by any aggressor, but embraced by those willing to protect you, my own people. What say you? More details upon request."

Even without a response from Earabians, the Dephirians continues to build buildings within the occupied lands south of Iragia. Because these lands were not in the Iragian border, the Dephirians felt it safe to spread the empire. Making sure that they kept a safe distance from the border, scouts relayed information as to positions of potential threats. This ensured that no Dephirians crossed the border unknowingly.

The buildings were becoming more permanent. Even the airfields were recieving upgrades to make them stronger. Already, fifteen major forts had been built throughout the entire area.

Even with the military build up, much of the Dephirian force began to depart back to the homeland. The three million conventional soldiers reduced to just over a million. However, the number of tanks only increased from four hundred to roughly six hundred. The Dephirian Armada had began to disperse as well. They decreased to roughly five hundred warships total, but all of the different aircraft carriers remained.

Alexander Ra'Baal had been deported back to Dephire to await his execution. Delthar Scythis, Jane Romanov, and Coronado remained to see through the Dephirian occupation and assimilation of the lands they had acquired. These lands were thus named 'Deconter' or 'Dephirian Controlled Territory'. They had no idea as to how many people were in these lands nor of the resources, but time will provide all the research they need.

Thus far, no shots had been fired between the Dephirians and any other nation, save for the premature strike acted upon by Baal. Scythis wished to keep it this way, for now at least.

The military buildings were not the only structures being built. Housing developments were being planned out along with commercial plots. This was due to a movement of Dephirian citizens moving into the area to help control the population growth in the motherland of Dephire.

Now all the Dephirians wait for is the response from Earabia.

Admiral Leers paced his command bunker/headquaters along the southern border. He finally turned to his commanders and order them to leave teh room.

He flipped a switch:

"Attention Dephirian Military officers. I once again tell you this in full knowledge of what you said to us. We will only warn you one more time, if you mvoe north of that border ina threaten way, we will use the full force of our military to protect the citizens of this nation. Stay on your side of the border and everything will be ok. And if you think 200,000 is not enough to hold you back...you need to learn some history of us. We are known to be a hardy society of protecting innocent civilians. We will be here as long as Iragia wants us here."

He flipped the switch again. He turned and called for his officers.

"I want our troops to not only defend these people, but also help them rebuild their homes and lives." He said.

A private message was sent to the commanders of the Ezaltia forces. This message was secured with a private line, and could not be hacked unless the hacker had access to the special computer itself from which the message was sent from and to.

"Leaders of Ezaltia. Do not fear these lesser powers of the Corporate Alliance. They are only meant to try and strike fear in those they think they can scare. They say words but never come through with the actions. I promise you safety within our borders, in the lands south of the Iragian border. Here you will not be attacked by any aggressor, but embraced by those willing to protect you, my own people. What say you? More details upon request."

To: Dephiran High Command
From: Lieutenant General Lloyd Bronsworth, Ezaltian Army

Although your offer is kind, we have accomplished what we set out to do here. The first transport planes are leaving Almohed for Ezaltia as we speak. We hope for a fruitful relationship in the future.

The Dephirian High Command replied to both with the same simple message,

"We hope all is well between your nation and ours. I still promise you that we will not cross the border in a hostile fashion, and I also would hope that our relationships improve so as to that we become the greatest of allies and the closest of friends. Us Dephirians do not claim lands without cause, unless such lands are unclaimed just like the ones we have laid claim to. Otherwise we'd boot ourselves out of office. Live long, our friends. Live long and be glorious!"

With that, the Dephirians began to promote more civilians and more members of the armed forces began to depart for the homeland to be used in future conflicts around the globe. Their presence here was no longer required. However, a good chunk remained to be housed in the new military installations. Dephire itself had begun it's new population project, to transfer over ten to twenty five million people to the area within the next few years to help control population growth, and to spread the empire safely.

OOC:
Does that satisfy everyone ICly? Just wonderin'.

Communication to Earabia from Commander Vakir Cassim Jantsk

Iragia is now a member of the Corporate Alliance. Withdraw your troops peacefully, or be forced out. Elements of the 34th GSF Armored "Spearhead" Division, as well as the GNF 1st Fleet are currently entering Iragian space. Should war break out, you can trust that several more division from several nations will assist in your removal. Do the smart thing and withdraw bloodlessly.

OOC Dephire, your about to get hurt and you don't even know it. Just keep relying on the ADAN and your Dominator cannons.

To: Dephire
From: Secretary Mason, head of the Office of Civil security
Subject: Withdrawal from our southern border
Message:
The first actions of your the forces landed to our south was to unleash a barrage of fire on our southern reaches. Galacey, which had survived the war unscathed, now burns. There are few nations we trust now, as we have learned that imperialism is the way of the world and that the life of an innocent is meaningless. If it is truly your wish to establish civilian settlements to our south, and if it is truly your wish to become our friend and ally, then you must take the steps needed to show your intent is peaceful. Withdraw all military personnel from your new holdings. The defence of your colony will be taken up by the Armed Forces of the Iragian Republic should any aggressive action be taken against them. We can establish trade and diplomatic relations, and work towards a permanent peace between our nations. If you have concerns about the Corporate Alliance taking possible action against these settlements, do not fear, for we will take full responsibility for your people and their defence. The only other alternatives are a full withdrawal of all personnel, military and civilian, or war with the Corporate Alliance. There has been enough death already, do not cause any more.

To: Ezaltia
From: Secretary Mason, head of the Office of Civil Security
Subject: Withdrawal of Ezaltian forces
Message:
We thank you again for the assistance you have provided our nation, and for the aid you have given in building our new democracy. I hope that our nations can continue to work together in the future, and that if we should ever find ourselves on a battlefield again, it is once more shoulder to shoulder.

To: Earabia
From: Secretary Mason, head of the Office of Civil Security
Subject: Earabian assistance
Message:
Thank you once more for your assistance. We are working with our new Corporate Alliance allies to come to an agreement with the Dephirians. From here on in, all dealings with the Dephirians will be handled through the Iragian government so as to present a unified front and avoid any potential miscommunication and incidents. Once the situation has been resolved, there should no longer be a need for your forces and they can at last return to their homes to be with their friends and families.

To: Iragian High Command
From: Deconter (Dephirian Forces)

"So, is it to my understanding that you would rather put your people into even further chaos by joining the purely corrupted nations of the Corporate Alliance? By joining such an alliance would only cause more harm to your people than you could think! Oh sure there is brainwashing, but you should look at the overall outcome of such things! Why not join my forces? Together I do promise you that I will rebuild the cities that my brother had destroyed without heart. I love my people, and my people love me. My brother loved nothing but power through strength. He was the one that destroyed your cities, not I. So I offer you this, join the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations and leave the corruption while you still have a chance! I'm offering you the opportunity of a life time. Sure the Aggressive Defensive Alliance of Nations may have fewer nations in it, but most have a population far above two billion people! We can help rebuild your cities ten-fold! You will also recieve military benefits, such that the Corporate Alliance could not provide. They cowar in fear whenever they are having to go on the defensive of a brutal attack. Why else would they admit defeat if Gholgoth dared show up on their doors? Think of the possibilities I could provide you. Also keep this in mind, your leaders of power are invited to see my brother put to trial the ol' fashioned Godsend way, a fight to the death.

I know I cannot bring back the lives lost, but I sure as hell can make their lives be remembered. To have my forces leave the area is impossible because there are too many and my transportations have all left..."

The Emperor sighed,

"Please understand that I never wanted any Iragian hurt. I wanted peace between us..."

To: Dephire
From: Secretary Mason, head of the Office of Civil Security
Subject: Your presence and offer of alliance
Message:
You dare have the gall to invite us to join with you? To forsake our allies, those precious few nations who have given us aid, who have pledged to defend us, who have helped give us the means with which to defend ourselves. You came here prepared for war. You rained fire down upon our cities, and now you entrench yourselves upon our southern border. I seek peace, I have offered to stave off action by the Corporate Alliance by taking up the defence of your settlements as if they were our own. You have refused, you have spat in the face of our nation and our allies. I'm of a mind to allow the Alliance to do what it will with your newfound colony.

Communication to Earabia from Commander Vakir Cassim Jantsk

Iragia is now a member of the Corporate Alliance. Withdraw your troops peacefully, or be forced out. Elements of the 34th GSF Armored "Spearhead" Division, as well as the GNF 1st Fleet are currently entering Iragian space. Should war break out, you can trust that several more division from several nations will assist in your removal. Do the smart thing and withdraw bloodlessly.

OOC Dephire, your about to get hurt and you don't even know it. Just keep relying on the ADAN and your Dominator cannons.

*Communication to Commander Vakir Cassim Jantsk*

"We dont take kindly to threats. We wont leave until Iragia asks us too. We keep our promises to help others when they ask for it. Besides, we are not threatening htem, we only want to prevent the spread of threats to the free market society. We will leave when the conflict to the south is resolved. Then our soldiers will go home happy we made a new ally."

*****

Off the coast the Erabian Fleet moves south preparing for a pick up and scouting mission along the southern border. They were about 100 miles off the shore. They went to yellow alert when Leers got the message from the Commander.

double post

To: Earabia
From: Secretary Mason, head of the Office of Civil Security
Subject: Your assistance
Message:
We apologize for the...overzealous actions of our newfound allies. They are uncomfortable with foreign troops in our lands, and I believe did not fully understand the nature of your position within our country. However, while your assistance has been of great help with securing control over the more lawless regions of the country and in helping us start the process of reconstruction, our armed forces, in the process of being rebuilt, coupled with the military might of the Corporate Alliance are more than sufficient for staving off any potential hostile action by the Dephirians. To put it simply, there is no longer a need for your forces here. I think we can all agree that your service men and women deserve the chance to return to their homes and be with their friends and families once more.

To: Earabia
From: Secretary Mason, head of the Office of Civil Security
Subject: Your assistance
Message:
We apologize for the...overzealous actions of our newfound allies. They are uncomfortable with foreign troops in our lands, and I believe did not fully understand the nature of your position within our country. However, while your assistance has been of great help with securing control over the more lawless regions of the country and in helping us start the process of reconstruction, our armed forces, in the process of being rebuilt, coupled with the military might of the Corporate Alliance are more than sufficient for staving off any potential hostile action by the Dephirians. To put it simply, there is no longer a need for your forces here. I think we can all agree that your service men and women deserve the chance to return to their homes and be with their friends and families once more.

TO: Secretary Mason
From: Admiral Leers
Message:
No apology needed. I understand the stresses of the situation. Its just that i dont trust the nation to your south. I would feel better if i leave a small force of 5,000 of my best troops to your service, to continue to help rebuild. These singultus norma are professionals, most have no loved ones to go back to. While i will send the rest of my troops home that are regulars.
I will also keep a 40 fleet ship out at sea at about 50 miles off shore. I will stay out of your deals, but i want to be close by. Unless you ask otherwise. I hope you let us follow through.

OOC:
My brief apology. I was truly unaware that a city had been built on the direct southernmost border of Iragia. If that had been the case, then my loose-cannoned IC second-in-command would not have fired upon it. This information will now be transferred to IC. Thank you.

IC:

Scythis was beginning to feel distraught. Iragia had not listened to him. Now all that ran through his mind were the thoughts of how much his people were going to suffer in the near future because of their leaders' negligence. He hotwired a transmission to Iragia.

"Because we do not see eye to eye, I will offer this last idea. A demilitarized zone of fifty miles inward of my Territory. This will ensure that you keep all of your nations' boundaries the same, but I will lose territory. This DMZ will encompass most of my territory that borders your nation. As said before, I was not aware of my brother's full intentions. If I had been, then things would be much different. For now, I am still decreasing my military force within the area. My largest push thus far has halved my forces. This means that roughly one hundred and fifty thousand armed forces still remain within the territory I have occupied. Within a few hours, another seventy thousand forces will depart for a nearby territory of a name I cannot disclose.

Please allow me to depart all but ten thousand soldiers. These ten thousand are to be used in the upkeep of my claim. This is to be included as a police taskforce training guard.

I must stress that I did not have any means to insult you with my last message. The Corporate Alliance has all been but trouble to the eyes and ears of the people of Dephire for a long time. It is to also be noted that the Protector Nation of Dephire has been around much longer than the leader of your new allies, thus means we have more experiance. So it does make me feel rather furious that you would even think that you could pit yourself against a nation far greater in size and power than your own. Then again, because you have shown bravery, I will bow to you with full honour.

Dephire was meant to take claim of land, but it was not to claim your land. I do not know how many times I have said this, but I am not in your lands! This is unclaimed territory that I have given to my people! No nation had any claim to the unsettled yet vast lands south of your border! Thus I also stress to you to look at your own matters as I look unto mine.

The offer for the DMZ is still on the table. This will mean that neither nation will communicate nor trade nor wage war with eachother unless one wishes to break such a Treaty of Demilitarization.

You sir are arrogant. I offered you a chance to help your people. Well now you have condemed your people to corruption and death all because of your greed and need for more power.

If you so much think you have the right to 'attack', then you are invading territory you do not have claim to. Thus, your stance with the international community will be lost. This is just a precaution.

In any sense, my arms are wide open for trade if you still wish to do so. Dephire is rich with resources and does have large amounts of oil for those whom need it.

I do not flatter myself, nor do I even wish to think so in that term. I just want to give you my advice. Give us some time, you may find that you like a large nation with some good ties just a phone call away. Hell, we can provide you a cushion in any chance of an invasion. The Corporate Alliance cannot fully offer that, at least not in such a quick fashion. My Dephirian arsenal will be right up and ready to defend your nation within just a few minutes. It could take days for your Corporate Alliance friends to reach you.

No, I do not despise the Corporate Alliance one bit. Heck, I've been selling them Uranium for as long as they have been alive. Since I'm a bit overstocked on oil...I might just go ahead and sell it to them extremely cheap."

He sighed, taking in a deep breath.

"Though it is tradition to execute a traitor in The Arena. I may also offer you the chance to torture Alexander Ra'Baal, my brother, before I kill him. The offer is yours for the taking, dear friends. I never wanted to make enemies."

The Dephirian Emperor left. A small-print security code was attatched to the file for editing or replying. Jane picked up where Scythis had left off.

"Look, I want to kill Baal myself. What he did was against the code of every Godsend. To fire without confirmation on a target? Hell, to fire without affirmation from a superior? He is mad! I swear upon you that what Scythis said is the truth. I'm still not too sure of another Godsend, Admiral Coronado, but these uncertainties will be resolved soon enough. Please respond to me directly, and not to Scythis. He is a bit overwhelmed with sorrow for your loss. It is a strange trait he has, to feel the pain of people. The sudden silence of thousands of people must be overwhelming in itself."

She sighed herself, teardrops streaking from her eyes.

"If there is anything we can do to help rebuild your still shattered nation, I will personally ensure it gets done. Whether you need a military, police force, weapons, economy, or whatever, I will be the one person who will get the job complete.

Just...don't do anything regretful. Dephire is already suffering enough with bad decisions."

Her face was reddening.

"I must say, however, that much of this would have been avoided if more information was shared with the Dephirians. I cannot recall how many bloody times I asked for a detailed map of every location north and south of your borders along with a detailed map of every city in your nation. You report that Galacy was destroyed by our shells, but we fired upon the areas where we thought Iragian forces had been located. These were locations south of your border, not well within it! So how the hell did the Dephirian Shells destroy a city where no city stood? Our forces were even in the area of which the shells had fallen, and we saw no clues that a city had been there. Please concur with these facts. Godsend Admiral of the Dephirian Royal Navy, Jane Romanov signing out-"

The message was sent with the push of a button. Jane walked briskly away towards a DreadHound. Once onboard, it began tearing up the landscape as they sped towards the coastline and towards a massive transport ship. This was Deconter.

OOC2: Seriously, I even looked back at my entry of attack, and Galacy is well within Iragia's border. The maps provided never gave any clue as to where the southern border was. My attack was at the southern border. If there was any information telling me OOCly or ICly that Galacy was at the southernmost border, then I would have rethinked my initial attack. So, in all, my forces couldn't have possibly hit your beloved city unless you miraculously moved your southern border north and teleported my forces right there. It's also hard to even tell where exactly your 'city limits' are. For all I know, ICly, they hit Iragian targest south of the Iragian border, not the south Iragian border.

I know it is late to point these details out, but even I have some issues.

OOC: There aren't any settlements on the exact border, some small villages right near it, farmlands, etc. And larger towns in the vicinity, in your attack post you launched hundreds of missiles at Iragian positions, these positions would have been focused around Galacey, so I assume it was those positions were hit. The Liberation Forces and civil defenec corps use human shields, and have positions set up in civilian centres. The assumption was that missiles hit these centres.

IC:

To: Dephire
From: Mason
Subject: Peace
Message:
Very well, the DMZ is acceptable, we do require however that a small force of Iragian personnel be allowed to tour your holdings south of our nation to ensure there is no military buildup. We are open to the idea of trade between us as a means of cementing the peace and working towards better relations.

Jane looked at the reply with a satisfied smile. She turned towards one of the field commanders.

"Get Scythis immediately."

Scythis briskly walked towards the message center. Jane handed him a printed copy just as he walked in.

"Ah, this is good news. Send the prepared message if you don't mind."

Jane bowed.

"Yes sir!"

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*Prepared Message*

To: Iragian Command
From: Delthar Scythis of the Protector Nation of Dephire

"I thank you for accepting the idea that we can become peaceful with eachother. Your people may take survey of my lands, but just keep in mind that the few forces I have here may be halved within a few days upon my departure. For the few remaining are my personal guard. My Godsend Knights, the pride of any Delthar of the only religion fully accepted by all Dephirians, Godsend.

You see, I just recently introduced religion into my country, and it was widely accepted. The only thing was that my people made a religion out of the military system already in place. Thus I somehow became not only head of my nation through military and political power, but now I'm the head of the Church!

This, of course, means nothing to you. My contractors are building our side of the DMZ as I speak. It won't be anything you see in North Korea, just a simple fence with a "Do Not Enter" sign above it. I know that a kid or two may try to get in that area...but kids will be kids.

May our peace last long, dear friends. Now I must depart towards home where I can finally finish what I should have done so long ago...Kill the only remaining member of my family..."

*End of Transmission*

OOC:
It's allright, my bad for not specifying. Well, this should wrap things up. Only thing left to do is post all of the final specs, such as how many cities, bases, airports, harbours, etc. were built thus far or in the future on my side. Then I need to add in Scythis' departure, and I should be done.

If you could help me determine a name for my new thread, the one where Scythis kills Baal in, I'd be happy. Because I can't think of a proper name.

to:Iragia Defense Force
From:Angaor Department of Defense and War

we review your Sitution and from orders of are President have been ordered to assist your Military with 20th armoured division and 9th light infantry division and a carrier strike group and we ask that you make prepare a airbase for are airforce's 6th bomber wing and 12th fighter wing and we have also been allowed to supplies with tanks,APC,IFV,Rifles.we can also provide safe haven for Iragian Government Officials if needed.

Earabia forces at sea started running tests on all systems that were dedicated to radar and senors. Plus they started launching satilites into space to watch not only this region but other vital regions of national security.

OOC: Uh, Angaor...I appreciate the support and all, but your, uh, how do I put this? A little small...quite frankly a nation of your size wouldn't be able to support the development, manufacture, and deployment of aircraft carriers multiple armoured divisions or the lift capabilities to deploy them. Read through the stickies at the top of the forum to get an idea on how to RP, and ask around for help, you'll find plenty of people willing to give you a hand. Also, before you post, go through your post and try cleaning up the grammar a bit, people will appreciate it a lot.

OOC:
Iragia, here is the thread I had invited you to join:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=522990

I hope you have fun!