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Pact of Iron Auxilliary Division XXIII HQ, Qinghai Province, Skgorrian-Occupied China

Less than a month had passed since the conquest of Hatarian China, and indeed most of China as a whole, by the informal Alliance. The Hatarian military had been disarmed by Pact forces, and the Hatarian populace itself was undergoing relocation and investigation to break up any potential rebel cells. The world was only too aware of the violent nature of the Hatarians and the PoI was eager to ensure there was the least violence possible during the transfer of power.

Auxilliary Division XXIII had been involved in the initial surge into Hataria, and now was resting and refitting whilst assuming light patrol and garrison duties from its remote base, which had formerly housed a Hatarian force. In one of the watchtowers, Private Dognelwarf yawned as he tried to stave off sleep. Checking his watch, he saw that his watch would be over in an hour.
2am...up at 6 for parade...fucking joke he thought to himself, idly inspecting his rifle and trying to clean a speck of mud off the butt. He began to hear a strange roaring noise and the shouts of other men from inside the walled compound. When he looked up, he dropped his rifle in shock.
"Jesus wept..."

Oberservers on long-range patrols reported seeing an object slam into the base from the sky, destroying the base utterly and sending a huge fireball into the sky. Rescue efforts from nearby bases were mounted immediately.

Fuhrerbunker, Skgorria City

"This is an outrage!" cursed the Fuhrer. "How could this happen?"
"It could be worse," ventured an Army general, "the Grand Skgorria Division was based nearby. If they'd been hit we would have lost our best armoured unit."
"This is true sir," spoke up a slim man, looking almost ill at ease in his tight-fitting suit. "I recommend we begin an investigation immediately. So far we've had groups claim responsibility."
"WHO? Gorobets tell me now or I'll feed you to my chickens!" snarled the Fuhrer, brandishing an automatic in the air.
"Various groups: Eidelweiss Pirates League, Green Future, Mailed Fist, Grosstapian Survival Commune, hell even the Anarchist Remnant," sighed the man. "We don't even know how they did it."
"Find out, or else. I want SAD and K Division on this stat," spat the dictator, firing a round at the table. The pistol was loaded with blanks, so all that happened was a few papers flew around the room due to the wave of air.

Pact of Iron Official Announcement

Ladies and Gentlemen of the world,

Last night at roughly 2am local time, the base of the Auxilliary Division XXIII in occupied China was attacked by an unknown weapon. Casualties are as follows: 18,374 dead, 4,214 missing, 37,412 wounded. Our investigation had only just begun, and we will keep you updated.


OOC: TG me if you have a group that wants to claim responsibility or how they carried out the attack

Outside Cafe Sponzana, Kurskograd's Ploesti Square:

It was a warm, sunny day. The square was festooned with banners and pennants marking Atopiana's victory in the Hatarian War, and Cafe Sponanva was raking in the workscrips. Outside, the tables were filled with young men and women chatting and drinking coffee while they watched the groundcars glide past. Nearby, traffic policemen sat in their booth noting down the vehicles that passed and logging any that looked suspicious. All was well. A small group of men lounged around an ironwork table eyeing up a nearby group of girls in the uniform of Future Strength, and paid no heed to the passers-by.

That was their last and most fatal mistake. Three men, in jeans and bomber jackets, walked calmly up to their table. As one, they pulled out Skorpion machine-pistols and sprayed the coffee drinkers with bullets, killing all of them. Then, as if nothing had happened, while the square was filling with screaming, panicking people, the men strode away.

They were K Division. They had just eliminated enemies of the state, and were on their way to their next assignment...

((Is it all good if I come in on this? Axe & Hammer Industries in the midst of about a dozen projects, and I think this would be a perfect time for a Nation vs. Corporation conflict for them, as they'd be all over the thing that crashed into the base and killed everything.))

Karisham, Primary Fortress City.

Grigor Sagenstein strode down the halls of the municipal halls, soldiers and office workers bracing along the walls as he passed, knowing if he was in the halls of sector 2, the Great Leaders personal floor, he was on a mission, and he was. The otherwise plain manilla folder he held in his well manicured hand was marked 'SECRET and was intended for the Leaders eyes only, but he knows that it contains.

Coming to the double oak doors, he knock on the blazon of a two headed imperial eagle, and stood at rapt attention as he awaited an answer.
'Enter' came the reply after a few moments of clicking and shuffling of papers. Upon entering Grigor was hit by a wall of cigar smoke, and the smelll of strong whiskey, a signature of the leader. Marching in and standing at a rigid state of attention, he halted in front of the rosewood desk, opposite the grey haired, yet respectable looking older male. His leader.

Presenting the folder to him, Grigor said in a crisp tone,
"The mission was a success, and though we may be out 20 million Freas, we have accomplished our goal. Much of the base was destroyed, along with over 17,000 dead, as well as over 30,000 wounded."
Opening the folder, and quickly scanning the contents, flicking through the papers, the older man smiled some, a rare occourrance.

"Very good Grigor, and of our teams heading into place" it was the first time Grigor had ever heard his voice, it was lower, Germanic, with rolling r's, the voice of a man who had fought his wars.

"They will soon report to us, we are expecting them to arrive in the former territorys by the morning." The older man nodded his head once. Thwn twice.

"Very well, wire me the message as soon as they come into country. You are dismissed my friend." Nodding once, then snapping a quick salute, Grigor execute a backwards step and an about face, he quickly left the room, and walking quickly down the halls, he wondered when the teams would be in place.

OOC: I hope this wasnt too....over the top? If it was, please let me know :P