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In an unexpected turn of events, a Freekish fleet flying the colors of the New Alliance and Treaty Organization that had been put on alert following tensions in British Londinium set sail for ports under control of The Silver Sky. However, a large air wing had flown in ahead of this fleet and airdropped an additional 30,000 troops over the course of a day to each Skyian outpost. The air was filled with massive transport planes and armed escorts that had refueled on their way to British Londinium, dropping scores of battle hardened Freekish troops and light armor. The main body of the fleet broke down into nought but a few carriers with destroyer and frigate escorts, and a several fists of subs for undersea protection. No large gunships were being sent to the region.

They had remained careful not to leave the territorial holdings of The Silver Sky, but instead began organizing themselves into battle formations in preparation for any orders that might have come down. Having already cleared this action with their NATO ally, Freekish command ordered the inbound ships to drop off the contingent of their men and machines at the Skyian naval port and hold up there. As they approached the familiar Skyian garrisons within the troubled nation, they hoisted the black and red flag of the Freekish Empire and began making arrangements to dock and unload.

This process would be ongoing until the last vessel was fully unloaded, which would allow a second convoy to arrive and dispatch additional forces to the area. The exact number was not made known to anyone outside the AMF military, but estimates were that some 230,000 Sentinels, Death Dealers, Fallen, and Freeks would eventually touch down onto sovereign Skyian soil. Wether forces beyond that number would be required was still being debated amongst the top circles of Dreadfire's most trusted military staff.

Azrael had sent his Deathklaat to serve as Warchief for this deployment, and there would be no better man for the task than Alerick Fleshgrinder. He was a rarely tapped resource within Automagfreek, for he came from the tribes of the Fallen and was universally known for his almost excessive cruelty. Fleshgrinder himself was aboard one of the many escorted transport vessels and was the first to step onto Skyian land and link up with the 25,000 Sentinels already stationed throughout their ally's holdings.

A majority of the tanks and light armor in the south had been positioned in offensive formations in Westminster pointing northward, while the other Skyian bases near Argyll and New Zurich had mechanized units positioned facing both directions, north and south. Artillery that had been airdropped and sailed in began making itself ready to commence either offensive or defensive bombardments at a moments notice, while carrier planes began lingering in the skies near Westminster. The few frigates could be counted on to provide missile cover in the south with both 'Hellrage' and 'Gladius' weapons systems, but longer range missiles such as the 'Skewer' were in short supply and would be more valuable in defending the Freekish ships should they fall under attack.

Many would be suspicious as to what the Freeks were up to, but with events within British Londinium as unpredictable as ever, it was decided that the present course of action was the only option available. The Londinians had proven themselves both hostile and unpredictable, especially towards those Automagfreek viewed in a positive light, and no chances would be taken.

The United Kingdom of British Londinium
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Official Communiqué

To Automagfreek:

I can understand the concerns you hold for the security of your ally. However, the situation has been resolved with Clandonia Prime, and thus, Operation Hadrian has been discontinued. I ask that you remove these troops forthwith so that further conflict can be avoided.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

OOC: Not to mention the issue of keeping all those troops supplied with food, energy, fuel and ammo.

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Damn, right after I post in it too :(

OOC: Not to mention the issue of keeping all those troops supplied with food, energy, fuel and ammo.



OOC: I hope you realize I'm not a noob. I know how supply lines work, and I know how to properly supply an army. Now, no more OOC in this thread, I have a universal OOC thread in my sig if you wish to continue this discussion.

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British Londinium Withdraws Troops Surrounding Foreign Bases

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The familiar and iconic standard blue helmets of the Londinian Royal Army disappeared from the area surrounding foreign military bases in a gesture of goodwill this morning.

"I hope that I speak for every Londinian when I say we do not desire war," Prime Minister Alistair Davidson said in a televised speech. "Peace in our times is what this Government strives for, with every fibre of its being. I hope that Automagfreek and others view this as a gesture of goodwill and of peace."

Concurrently, Londinian naval forces were recalled to the nearest military ports, and Operation Hadrian, the sea lane militarization programme, was called off.

The Ministry of Defence also lowered the Defence Condition level from 1 to 3.

Days had passed since the message marked simply to 'Automagfreek' was received, but seemingly without explanation or provocation Freekish troops and tanks poured out of every Skyian base in a coordinated assault from the south driving north, and from the northern bases moving in all directions. Targets still belonging to British Londinium, more specifically New Zurich and Argyll, were immediately placed under rocket assisted artillery fire with incendiary shells, while aircraft in the south began moving in for missile strikes against the nearby city of Hillingdon. The three cities would soon find themselves under indescriminate and continuous fire, and would likely have little to no time to evacuate before the nearby Freekish troops arrived in force.

Alerick took the lead in moving out from the Skyian base of Westminster, and as he climbed aboard his DT-25 'Behemoth' main battle tank he raised his rifle into the air and let loose a powerful Fallen roar. As the treads from his steel beast slipped into gear and started tearing into the earth below, the swarm of armored vehicles followed suit and began making their way out of the Skyian bases and towards their targets. The booming of artillery and the hissing of missiles filled the air and fueled the bloodlust of the Sentinels and Fallen, who were some of the more battle hardened elites of the Freekish military. While Dreadfire and the more famous Warchiefs were off ravaging the Doomani coast, the forces now under control of Azrael's Deathklaat felt angry and left out of the action....but now they would get their chance.

At the Skyian bases, the auto-loading NLOS guns continued to fire off round after round in great succession, one roughly every ten seconds per piece. Having access to NATO standard howitzer caliber stockpiles thanks to the Silver Sky military, they pounded off a vicious barrage without hesitation or concern for who or what the shells destroyed. Satellites overhead began relaying known positions of Londinium troops so they could be quickly dispatched, and a healthy blanket of mobile MLRS fire began to target these forces. Having withdrawn their forces from foreign military bases, little resistance was expected in the initial blitz of highly mobile Freekish forces, and the sheer shock of seeing a full out onslaught would prove an even greater asset.

Air cover in the south was thick and would be able to cover the Deathklaat and engage targets selected by him within minutes, however support in the northern part of the island was lacking. To balance this out, word was sent to all Skyian, Cravanian and Whyatican commanders in the area to provide air strikes if they so chose, however it would not be required and they would only have to target military personnel. Rumor circulated among the higher ranking officers that diplomats were already putting together a target package for friendly planes to engage, though with the action beginning to unfold they kept the chatter minimal and out of the ears of their men.

The Sentinels had long brooded for an old fashioned sacking, and the unexpected assault would provide them such a chance. The mainstay of the Freekish military had never been integrated into units with the Fallen, who were usually segregated into their own special divisions for specific duties. But considered the experience and traning of the entire force of men, the compliment of skills each unit possessed would prove to be a deadly combination in time. The professional Freekish soldiers mixed into the ranks had their reservations about indescriminately killing every Londinian citizen they saw, but would not dare question the decison handed down from their Warlord to execute this war. The Death Dealers expressed no emotion as always, their red eyes glowing like flaming coals as they loaded their .50 caliber machineguns and prepared to serve as their masters commanded.

No explanation would be given to this sudden turn of events, and Freekish officials willingly remained oblivious to its happening. There was no announcement on the Automagfreek news channels......no bulletins to the world...just the few short messages sent out to those who could be counted on to provide material support. Rumor of a third, more powerful fleet arriving to dispatch Londinain ships was beginning to circulate on the decks of the Freekish ships holed up in the Skyian naval port near Westminster, and knowing the Excessively Armed Empire....it would be a certainty.

CenIntel Complex, Granzi City

Orbiting the Earth at several hundred miles per hour, one of the many Dommar satellites operated by Central Command noted the large buildup of Freekish forces in The Silver Sky. Zooming in with its powerful DS-A telescopic camera, the satellite snapped a few high-resolution images of the locale, before its speed took the Dommar past the optimum angle of photography. This information was immediately relayed to the intelligence processing unit in Granzi City, and from there, passed to the Foreign Ministry.

For now it was decided not to interfere what as seen as a strictly Freekish affair. Yet it was of supreme interest to the Commonwealth as a fellow member of NATO, and the issue was placed under the authority of a special task force for further surveillance.

The United Kingdom of British Londinium
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Official Communiqué

To the nation of Automagfreek:

The United Kingdom of British Londinium hereby surrenders forthwith. The Londinian Ministry of Defence will at once issue order to all Londinian military, naval and air authorities and to all forces under Londinian control to cease active operations immediately, to remain in all positions occupied at that time and to disarm completely, handing over their weapons and equipment to the local allied commanders or officers designated by Automagfreek. No ship, vessel, or aircraft is to be scuttled, or any damage done to their hull, machinery or equipment, and also to machines of all kinds, armament, apparatus, and all the technical means of prosecution of war in general. We have no desire to wage war.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

OOC: Quickest. Surrender. Ever.

OOC: Not even a shot fired? C'mon, don't pull a France on this one Eurasia!

To:The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
From:Willinkian Foreign Affairs Office
Re:Evacuation
__________________________

Sorry for sending this message on such short notice, I would imagine the situation in Kensington is rather chaotic at the moment. As you know, the Freeks are rather well known for their human rights abuses, something that our nation is aware of, but at the same time unwilling to take a stance against (for understandable reasons). However, as championer of Human rights, the Constitutional Republic will not stand to see Londinian Citizens and officials slaughtered at the hands of Freekish occupiers.

Taking into regard such, we have initiated, in unison with Hamptonshire, an evacuation of epic proportions utilizing nearly all available military and civilian transport aircraft, in an effort to evacuate as many peoples as possible. Evacuated Citizens shall be granted amnesty within Willinkian borders until a suitable situation can be negotiated as to the future of your nation.

May god be with you in the approaching hours.

Georgios Minopoulos

From: The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
To: Willikian Foreign Affairs Office
Re:Re:Evacuation
__________________________

I thank you and Hamptonshire for your generosity in British Londinium's time of need. Once this period is over, I assure you that we will compensate your nations in whatever way possible.

May Minerva guide us all.

Sir Alistair Davidson

Thousands of Whyatican tank men listened to the loudspeakers in Ft. Bender as a speaker announced, "Freek attack on British Londinium, all tank men prepare for departure, repeat, prepare for departure. General orders incoming." Colonel Braxton Bragg rushed outside in his full uniform, barking orders at the tank commanders. A tanker ran up to him, saluted, and asked, "What are we doing? Are we attacking the Freeks?"

"No, soldier." Bragg responded, and he turned on his direct link to the loudspeakers, "We are going to secure areas of British Londinium, so the Freeks don't get the whole pie. All the bases are doing something similar, now move the fuck out."

"Yes, sir!" the tanker said, saluted again, and stumbled back off to his tank. The first Whyatican M160A2 'Phoenix' main battle tanks were proceeding on their way out of Ft. Bender and headed to the nearest targets of opportunity, primarily military installations and government offices, to secure as much land as humanly possible so the Freeks couldn't get it. The Whyaticans and the Freeks wouldn't shoot at each other - they had a common enemy here, the Londiniumite, but the Whyaticans could not fall behind in the race for land. From every Army base on the Eurasian islands, this scene was being repeated, especially in the base close to Kensington, where two impressive armoured columns made their way down the main drags into Kensington, to capture the capital of British Londinium and establish a larger base there.

The Whyatican Army certainly had a good excuse for this operation - 'Shielding the human rights of Londiniumites from Freekish abuses', and the Army forces would certainly do that in their operation. It was well known that the Freek advance would kill every Londiniumite in it's path, however, the Whyaticans also had their ulterior purpose, which was to gain more land and prestige for the Whyatican Empire..

Kensington, British Londinium

Attention! Enemy troops advancing on Kensington! This is not a drill, not a drill. All citizens, take cover immediately, take cover immediately! screamed loudspeakers on every corner of the city.

Panicked Londinians fled, hid in their cars, burrowed into their homes, and, if at all possible, attempted to flee the city. Because they all knew what has happening next.

Area Denial systems are being activated in 5...4...3...2...1, the loudspeakers intoned. Little would the Whyaticans know that each and every loudspeaker also housed Active Area Denial weaponry. They'd have one hell of a time getting through.

Meanwhile, a small convoy of tanks and Jeeps snuck out of Kensington, roaring down the arteriaroutes towards Terrence Air Force bases, where they'd be safe. The Whyaticans might get Kensington, but the Sovereign, Prime Minister, and Cabinet were out of reach.

Federal Council Chamber, White Palace, Obsidia

The members of the Federal Council quickly assembled, summoned by a late night order. The Grand Archduchess needed to inform the Council that she was embarking the United Realms in a potentially hazardous, but still worthy, humanitarian enterprise.

Only about half of the Council was able to assemble in the two hour window she gave, but that was enough of an audience for Her Majesty. What was more import were the HBC cameras that would beam her short speech around the world.

"I have ordered the Royal Air and Space Force and the Foreign Office to immediate begin evacuation efforts in the defeated country of the United Kingdom of British Londinium. Available government and civilian aircraft will be deployed to the nation's northern island to remove as many innocents as is practical. The United Realms cannot idly stand by while the citizens of a country that has peacefully surrendered itself are threatened with annihilation. Along with our close friends in the Constitutional Republic of Willink, our evacuation forces will transport as many people as it can find for as long as safety permits.

I call upon the belligerent powers in British Londinium to recognize the humanitarian nature of our mission and refrain from harming or detaining civilians wishing to evacuate. I have directed air unit commanders to remove or disable weapons systems from otherwise armed transports and to paint temporary neutrality markings on all craft. Our mission is to save as many as possible and offer them safe and secure surroundings for as long as they may need it."

As Anne finished speaking, thousands of miles away the evacuation efforts were beginning. Whether hundreds or millions were delivered from death and oppression rested as much on the NATO nations as it did on Willink and Hamptonshire.

Kensington, British Londinium

It hadn't been so long ago, really, that elements of the 7th King's Own Lancers had stormed Kensington Palace, which had become the Praetonian embassy to British Londinium. The grounds of the Palace now housed a not insubstantial military base, home to two battalions of Lancers in Royal Phalanx MBTs, along with a battalion of Royal Eurasian Yeomanry raised from pro-Praetonian citizens of the surrounding country.

Now the boring 'rest deployment' had become a scene of chaos. British Londinium had been defeated without firing a shot in its own defence, and Member of Parliament and enlisted serviceman alike looked down scornfully, as well as pitifully, upon the feeble-willed citizenry they now supposed had condemned themselves to a humiliating foreign dictatorship by their own cowardice.

Cabinet was much more sensible to the concerns of the Confederation of Praetonian Industry, whose members had invested a great deal of money in the country - lawful property of Praetonian subjects they all feared would not be respected by a victorious country that had seemed unable to understand the very concept of private enterprise just a few months before during the Gholgoth-Haven trade dispute.

The tanks broke from their armoured hangars in the embassy grounds just an hour after the Londinian surrender had been received and split into several groups. The largest, comprising around 3/4 of the total deployment, made for the Londinian central bank. The smaller groups, accompanied by trucks, headed for the capital's museums, intent on rescuing the history and culture of the British Londinian civilisation from the flames of Freekish barbarians.

The only Londinian defence - area denial weapons - had no effect on the armoured vehicles, or the trucks, which drove on regardless, smashed their way into their designated targets, and began loading gold bars, statues and valuable works of art into tanks and trucks.

Meanwhile, a larger Praetonian base at Kensington International Airport, now amalgamated with the Clandonian base which had been there, spilled tanks and troops into the airport, who began to fortify the valuable strategic site with foxholes, trenches and even flat-pack bunkers. Sturdy surrounding buildings were occupied, and a 500m area all around was slowly demolished by the Royal Engineer Corps to deny cover to anyone who approached.

Before the end of the day, aircraft began flying in, and citizens of British Londinium seeking to flee the impending Automagfreek slaughter were being loaded abroad and shipped to huge refugee processing camps being errected in the colonies. A similar thing was happening at the huge Praetonian base outside Kenginston, which had now been amalgamated with the Clandonian base there.



Praetonia's naval base in British Londinium was located ten miles to the North of Sandhurst, a city as yet untouched by the foreign armies which at that time trampled much of the rest of the country underfoot. One hour and twenty-three minutes after the British Londinian surrender, a column of 2,000 tanks and 150,000 infantry entered the city, with the Praetonian naval deployment to the area stationed twenty miles out.

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MASSACRE IN BRITISH LONDINIUM, NAVY DEPLOYED

Early this morning, the Questarian Mandate heard rumours that Freekish soldiers had began to randomly kill, in cold blood, unarmed Eurasian Citizens. Half an hour later these rumours were confirmed. Confusion has struck the Foreign Ministry and its internal counterparts but the Questarian Mandate has the full address from the Minister of War, Yukari Tanizaki, this morning.

"We received word from sources inside British Londinium earlier today that the Freekish war machine was up to its usual tricks - genocide no less. As Hamptonshire and Willink show their true colours and begin to evacuate civilians, taking no steps to actually oppose this crime against humanity, the Freekish military machine ravages the people and nation of British Londinium. Force F has been assembled and is moving on station to British Londinium as soon as possible. The Free World is watching Automagfreek and their actions in British Londinium."

Once again Questarian forces are deployed overseas to hopefully fight the menace that is the ghastly Gholgoth formation. The Mandate will keep you updated on this matter as it continues.

~

Force F

The quickly assembled of around two hundred ships including three of the recently created superdreadnoughts, HIQMS Tanizaki, HIQMS Nagato, and HIQMS Mutsu. The force set sail as fast as possible to British Londinium and would arrive in two days.

Official Communiqué
The Foreign Ministry

TO: Commander of Freekish Forces in British Londinium
SUBJECT: Military Deployment

Greetings from the Commonwealth of Granzi.

The Foreign Ministry has noted your nation's deployment of military forces to the nation of British Londinium. Having no complete grasp of the situation leading up to such action, the Commonwealth trusts that said invasion was done under suitable circumstances (perhaps stemming from the Blub incident?). As a fellow member-state of the New Alliance Treaty Organization, we wish to offer diplomatic and or perhaps military support to your forces.

As our intelligence task force noted, and no doubt you have already realized, several nations have mobilized sizable forces against your position. Our satellites have tracked the movement of a large force of Praetonians outside the city of Kensington. In addition, in our routine monitoring of foreign airwaves, we picked up a broadcast from the nation of Questers, which announced that nation's intent to conduct perhaps hostile military action against your Freekish forces.

Let it be known that the Commonwealth never shrinks from obligations to its alliances. The armed forces of Granzi are ready to stand fulfill their duties.

We await your word,

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Wenyuan Sun
Minister of Foreign Affairs

New Clandon City, Clandonia

The Imperial Clandonian Airlines Sabre had touched down, packed full of Clandonian civilians from the embassy who had hastility left British Londinium after the report came out. At the foreign officer Sir Philips had also arrived back, recalled with the alert that possible invasion by Freekish forces being passed on several hours before while he was at the conference, it was decided not to tell the Londiniums about this much to the dismay of several cabinet members. The news reports were showing Londinium civilians fleeing as Freekish forces moved over the country where a good proportion of the Grand Expeditionary Fleet was.

"This is a disgrace and the blood lies on our hands." Spoke the Foreign Minister looking out is office window down onto the busy St. Georges Street that ran through down through the Whitehall District.

"We could of stopped them with our forces, why were we not told of this before we could of at least told them and perhaps offered our forces. RCAF Kensington is being transferred to the Praetonians but the half the fleet is still within a couple of hours sailing."

"I will have to speak to the Praetonians but I'm reluctant to involve our troops, something big is kicking off Alan. The Doomanis appear to have stirred up the might of Gholgoth and the situation in Vizon could possibly drag us in if they attack the Praetonian section."

"We keep the ships in the area and decide how the situation goes, if it worsens I will back the call for Royal Marines to be deployed to stop Freekish aggression and try and work with our allies to stop them seizing the whole island chain."

Meanwhile in the Black Gold Sea the Clandonian Grand Expeditionary Fleet floated waiting for the orders, the crews were disappointed with more time spent at sea again after nearly a month of being on mobilisation alert. With news of the Questerian force and the Praetonian force moving closer to the shore possibly to provide naval gunfire support.

The Final Soviet, The Island of Portmeirion upon the Burha Talab at Raipur, Chhattisgarhi Soviet State, Indian Soviet Commonwealth of Beth Gellert

The bureaucracy's fondness for windy titles would certainly be sated this week as a committee elected to appoint a task-force to over-see the investigation of the political and economic state of British Londinium stumbled into some trouble in the form of a Freekish invasion and apparent national surrender. Now it would be proper to elect a new committee to appoint another task-force dedicated to uncovering the causes of the conflict and predicting the implications of its likely outcome viz the findings of the previously-established committee's task-force.

Diplomatic contact with British Londinium, though it was only weeks old, had proved a pretty effective job-creation scheme in Soviet India.

It almost (almost, this is the Commonwealth) went without saying that the first task-force was delighted to be able to report on what it called samoupravljanje in the context of a market-socialist economic structure.

Well, this is what one gets for appointing exiled Yugoslavists to economic review offices.

Another lengthy session at the Final Soviet followed similar debates down through the lower Soviets. And, then, Raipur was able to attempt renewed contact with the nation that had only days earlier begun petro-chemical exports to India.

Comrade Alistair Davidson a dispatch begins, the Soviets not even sure that the man who contacted them days earlier was still alive and in his former post. ...the Indian Soviets, following an exhaustive review process necessitated by the communal will of our served populace, have found much to congratulate in the manner by which your people relate to one another in the economic sphere, and we hope only to further our ties in this same respect.

We note with great consternation that a series of unfortunate events have befallen your nation and your people, and hold much trepidation for the future of Londinium's social progress.

We remember also, with humility, your recently conveyed willingness to, in your own words, stand beside us in any conflict.

It is with these things in mind that the Final Soviet has voted to approve preparation of Commonwealth Guard forces for deployment to your shores in the cause of socialism's defence.

At this time we can not call the complicated conflicts surrounding your nation our own, but, as we are prepared to tell the world at large, Soviet India sees no reason to tolerate an attack on Londinium socialism, and will respond to a request for aid.

Porthmadog Harbour, Chennai-Madras

...look round the Frenchman loves its blaze,
the sturdy German chants its praise,
in Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung,
Chicago swells the surging throng...

Dockers singing The Red Flag is nothing unusual in India, not since the May Revolution of 1982, but it is rare for them to be found loading live munitions aboard vessels of the Commonwealth Oceanic Guard. India rarely goes to war, though its people often skirmish at home, the large Geletian population being every bit as fond of war today as their ancestors where when Strabo wrote of their madness.

...it still can't be said that India's Celts look keenly forwards to the prospect of naval deployment or even combat, this despite the vastness of Soviet submarine forces and the modernity of trimaran warships developed ever since an infant Commonwealth enjoyed positive relations with once-great trimaran-pioneer Western Asia.

Many Sovietists hope that Londinium will pull some trick out of its sleeve to save its socialism without the need for any Indians to find their infamously wobbly sea-legs.

RAF Weston Zoyland
Near Kensington
British Londinium

"Air Commodore, we have reports of Prætonian forces looting Kensington as they retreat," uttered an officer.

"I don't give a shit what Parliament says, we are not standing for this crap," spat Air Commodore Fransisco Ferrari. "I've seen too much of the damn Sovereign League fucking this country over, and now they're taking this opportunity to screw us up even more! Activate the fighter squadrons.

Action stations, action stations! This is not a drill!

Hundreds of pilots climbed into A-10 Thunderbolts (http://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/A-10_Warthog), who would proceed to assault the decadent Prætonian cowards, who fled with the United Kingdom's wealth, as well as any other aggressor in the vincinity.

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Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs
Urgent International Dispatch


With the outbreak of hostilities in British Londinium, the Libertarian Empire does hereby declare its total neutrality in the conflict. Terrence Air Force Base is being established as a neutral non-combat zone, where amnesty will be provided for all fleeing Londinan citizens. Hamptonian and Willinkian aircraft are hereby given permission to operate out of Terrence to collect any refugees which may assemble in the base.

We would like to reiterate that Terrence Air Force Base and a surrounding area of four kilometers is to remain a strictly non-combat zone, to be enforced by the Imperial Military Personnel stationed there. Any hostile action in the area will be subdued peacefully, however extreme force will be used if required. This applies to all parties, and there will be a policy of zero tolerance.

When the time is right, the Imperial Military will begin humanitarian aid missions to the outer areas nearby the base, in an attempt to heal the wounds of this bloody conflict.

As said, any interference from any party will be met with the harshest of consequences. Thank you.

Signed,

Louis McHenry
Louis McHenry
Director of Foreign Affairs

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Government pledges to support British Londinium
By Andrew Mears

Today government officials have denounced what they call "uncalled for aggression" and "another black mark against one of Golgoths greatest human rights breakers" in a rapidly called press release. They compared their action to the past actions taken in Hotdogs2 during the unspoken troubles, and how British Londinium would be in their full rights to react in full force against this "evil act". Further attacks against Freekish actions have been taken by President Roberts, in a speech earlier today he directly attacked the Freekish nation saying "Today we see yet more aggression in the world, our forces have lapsed into disrepute recently due to their poor use. It is time, i say, to act against Golgoth and stand by our allies Questers and Praetonia should they be dragged into an unnecessary war. We have seen these acts growing recently, and are responding. Production of the R1 rifle and variants is well under way, and we also see upgrades to our air defence systems with the SuVH-6, which is also a most capable strike aircraft and bomber. Truly then i say, Hotdogs2 must be ready to act for its allies, and we shall not hold back! Give us the word i say, and we shall be there! Together i say, and strongly, we shall fight back against evil in our world and win, for Hotdogs2 is a united nation, and as an united nation we stand."

Such speeches utter a dangerous age for Hotdogs2, its military is powerful yes, but not as much as many nations of the world, if it becomes involved in many wars it will become overstretched and over used, to an extent where it will be useless and poor....

The Emperor looked at the report. Although his government had long ago reverted to Socialism, the head of the Party was called the Emperor, not Marshal. His eyes lingered on the images captured by their newly launched DOOS-1 (Direct Overhead Observation Sattelite), and cringed. British Londinium, a former ally in a older conflict, had surrendered instantly! He shuddered. He wished he could help.

"What should we do, Comrade Emperor?", the Director of the Military asked.

The Emperor, Director of Food, and the Director of Fuel looked at each other. If they got involved, then there wouldn't be enough fuel to use for both conflicts.

"We can do nothing. Our Task Group in Jarridia is already there, and needs the fuel and other supplies that couldn't be available if there were two conflicts."

The Emperor turned back around. He wished there was a god, although Socialism scoffed at the idea. British Londinium sorely needed one.

"Here's a question for ye:

Why?"

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Klarr Viletooth
Provisional Grand Clan Leader
The United Clans of the Charr

Kensington Metropolitan Police Headquarters
1 Police Plaza
Kensington, British Londinium

Police Commissioner Vaux anxiously paced in his office. He had no idea what was going on. No clue. Government transmissions were on the classified frequencies that he didn't know, and the LBG had shut down. For all Vaux knew, Kensington could be going to hell in a handbasket.

The commissioner heard the clatter of a communiqué being spewed from his fax. He rushed over and violently grabbed the printout, which read:

Official Communiqué
United Kingdom of British Londinium
Encryption: High

KMP:
Executive Order 1902 is now in effect. Posse Comitatus is now in suspension.


Excellent, Vaux thought. Now his forces were capable of being used in a military capacity, and the military could be used as police.

He grabbed the radio clipped to his belt.

"All units," he signalled. "Order 1902 has been issued. You know what to do. May Minerva guide us."

With things having cooled off between Generic Empire and Doomingsland, the 'Iron Fleet' currently in transit recieves updated objectives, now turning towards British Londinium, more specifically, a tangent to intercept the Questerian Force 'F'.

The Iron Fleet would remain outside of visual range, flags raised. While dwarfing the Questerian task force, Artitsa would make no plays, no moves. They would know the Artitsan Navy was watching. Gholgoth is nothing to be trifled with.

Kensington

Attention all citizens: a red-coded curfew is in effect. Any unauthorized personnel found outside of their domiciles at any time will be subject to arrest. This is for your protection.

A small girl watched afternoon cartoons on the television, oblivious to the fear her parents held.

Silver, orange, and blue police cars roared through the streets, sirens flashing, newly-installed mounted machine guns swiveling mechanically.

Black and white uniformed constables marched in perfect unison, their harsh footsteps echoing throughout the grim, austere city, brandishing Heckler & Koch G3 assault rifles.

Tanks were rolled out from Army bases, and the A10s pounded the Prætonians and foreign troops.

Cabinet Meeting Room #2, White Palace, Obsidia

"Initial evacuation efforts are proceeding slightly slower than we projected. The disorder and rising chaos in Kensington has increased the risk to civil transports beyond what the RASF determines is an acceptable level. Only military transports will be flying into Kensington area airports for the foreseeable future." Geoff Kirkssen, the Defense and Intelligence Secretary, told the assembled Secretaries and Ministers of State. Most of the room was focused on a large screen showing ever changing updates to the situation in British Londinium.

"It seems to have become a race to see who can capture Kensington." the Deputy Foreign Secretary, Tomiko Agano, commented while scanning satellite surveillance images. She thought it was almost funny how fast nations were jumping into the fray, trying to carve up British Londinium with the goal of protecting the citizens from the ravages of the Freekish hordes.

"Unfortunately, that does seem to be the case," Kirkssen continued, "Even with the opening of Terrence Air Force Base refugee collection efforts will be slow and disorderly. At best."

While Cabinet members debated and discussed the current situations and alternatives, Ignác Codreanu quietly stood in front of the large main screen. The Acting Chancellor was deep in thought, pondering what exactly could be done to save as many innocents as possible. However, the domestic implications of a successful refugee operation were first in his mind. No one knew when Chancellor Hayek would be able to resume his official duties, and despite his best efforts Codreanu had very little mass public appeal. He needed an opportunity to create political capital. Fortunately, he had much clearer foresight than the Cabinet members he so often found himself battling against.

"We need to take a more proactive, involved role." Codreanu said while still focusing on the screen. "In order to have a successful and effective evacuation we need order."

Kirkssen turned to Codreanu, a man whom he had very little personal or political respect for. "What would you be suggesting, Mr Codreanu?"

"I am not suggesting anything." Codreanu seemed to be finished speaking, so most of the Cabinet breathed a sigh of relief and started to continue their interrupted conversations. Ignác still had something to say, though. "I have already ordered an expansion of our efforts. A Royal Navy task force has departed New Cascadia for British Londinium and will arrive in a week. I also gave the order to deploy 1,250 lightly armed Royal Military Constabulary Corps personnel to ensure the order of evacuations in the north. They should be in position before the end of the day."

There was a stunned silence in the room. Kirkssen grabbed Codreanu by the shoulder and forced the Acting Chancellor to look him in the face. "Why wasn't I told? You do not formulate a military escalation without consulting with the Cabinet. You do not issue orders without going through my office."

"If you have a problem, Geoff, you can go the Royal Senate." Codreanu scanned the faces of everyone in the room. "The same goes for the rest of you. Now, this is not a military escalation. This is a humanitarian mission to buy the planes enough time to get as many people out as possible. The task force is comprised of transport ships with a relatively small escort. I already asked (Foreign Secretary) Larsen to notify the general powers involved in British Londinium of our intention to form the Oxford-Cambridge Line and to coordinate efforts with the Willinkian government." He calmly walked to the door. "If you will excuse me, I have a Chamber of Representatives session to preside over."

Cabinet members looked to each other for answers. It seemed that their temporary leader, the man who was supposed to only be a caretaker administrator, was trying to develop his own vision for the United Realms' future. Whatever he was planning, it was to be built upon the backs of the men and women who were only hours away from being thrown into a country that would not even fight for itself.

[OOC: Map showing the approximate location of the Oxford-Cambridge (Oxbridge) Line (http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8339/linesbng7.png)]

New Russia-Capitol of Theoropia

"Comrade Emperor, I think you should take a look at this."

The Emperor turned his head. "Yes, Comrade Director?"

The Director of the Military handed over a slip of paper. "Sir, our numbers were wrong. Sir, we have enough fuel to sustain a second front!"

The Emperor's eyes flared. "Prepare the 3rd Land Division, and the 2nd Sea Division. Also, ready our Spetnaz 1st Division. Get them ready to move out. Also, contact the British Londinium government. Tell them that we can help them out."

OOC: Some info. My army is a little small, but it's equipment is fairly new.

3rd Land Division
Overall: 200,000 troops

-80,000 regular infantry, armed with AKRev-74 (modified AK-74), TP9 Pistol, Taurus Rocket launchers, light mortars, etc.
-5,000 infantry fighting vehicles, broken down into 3,000 BMPRev (modified BMPs) and 1,500 FAHA-1 (Fast Attack Heavily Armed) jeeps, and 500 BTRs.
-3,000 heavy tanks, broken down into 2,000 T-80s and 1,000 T-72Revs (modified T-72s).
-3,000 heavy mortars and artillery. 2,000 "Scorpion" 10mm 25 Pounders and 1,000 Paladin heavy mortars.
-1,000 command units

Spetznaz 1st Division
Overall: 5,000 troops

-3,000 regular Spetznaz operatives, armed with silenced Tokarev Dragoons and TP9 pistols, and each have FAHA-3 (the newest version) jeeps.
-1,000 BMPRevs modified with a smaller, yet more accurate and 'semi silenced' cannon.
1,000 command units and mortars

2nd Sea Division
Overall: 20 ships, each hold around 1,900 men

-10 "Gorm" SDs (heavy battleships)
-5 "Dunkerque" CAs (cruisers)
-3 "Politburo" SCs (supercruisers (holds 22 ships))
-2 "Tiger" SSs (submarines)

Just tell me where you want them to unload (the troops, I mean)

The surrender on behalf of the Londinian government went totally ignored by the Freekish commander and his forces. The siege of the southern island was in full swing, and the merciless barrage of artillery and missiles continued without pause as the northern taskforces neared the city limits of their primary targets thus far: New Zurich and Argyll. Since the Deathklaat (and more importantly, the Empire) had allies within the fractured country, word was sent out that any occupied portions of British Londinum would be spared the cleansing flames, and any unallied third party installations would not be touched either.

The order for all Londinian forces to lay down their arms and surrender came as a surprise to Alerick, who expected them to put up more of a fight considering it would be their very homes under attack. Any soldier witnessed attempting to submit to the might of the Freekish war machine was gunned down where he stood or taken prisoner, for the Warchief had no intention of letting British Londinium go quietly. In the south, planes continued to hammer Hillingdon with high explosive munitions that were intended to set vast portions of the city ablaze and render the entire area lifeless and allow Freekish forces to move on to the next target more quickly.

The rapid blitz had certainly caught the Londinian government off guard, and Alerick laughed heartily as he was fed intel reports of large evacuation efforts on the northern island. Word was also beginning to reach his ears of possible foreign assistance towards British Londinium from several nations, though fighting several theaters of combat was of no real concern. The battle hardened Sentinel, Freekish, and Fallen troops would be more than a match on the ground against a foe ten times its size, as was witnessed during the invasion and eventual crushing of The Kraven Corporation.

But as the shells and missiles continued to fall for hours on end, tank crews near New Zurich and Argyll appraoched the first structures within range of their main cannons and began shifting into full combat formations. Firing their guns in anger at any cluster of targets that presented itself, they began advancing rapidly towards both cities in a coordinated multi-front assault. The infantry dismounted from their APC's, trucks, and from the bodies of the main battle tanks and began surging ahead of the tank element to protect their armor from any possible return fire. Orders to shoot anything in sight were given and put into effect with brutal efficiency, for the Sentinels and company had no reservations about spilling innocent blood.

On second thought.....tell several of our sqauds to round me up some more prisoners. I want to enjoy myself for a little bit. Alerick grinned evily as he dismounted his tank after it had emptied its main battery. He took up his helmet and rifle alongside his men and continued barking orders furiously, his bloodlust growing with each passing minute and each update of the carnage.

Meanwhile, the third and substationally larger detachement of Freekish ships neared the southern Skyian port of Westminster and prepared to defend the meager ships stationed there. This fleet consisted mostly of surface combatants, the most prominant being the formidable Scythe class battleships. With threats of a possible naval engagement with several nations, Alerick requested his vessels to immediately establish a defensive perimeter around the friendly port. Chances were that those who sought to counter the Freekish invasion would not dare risk engaging the thus far neutral ships of The Silver Sky, which would only inflame and escalate matters. This would also allow them to swing around the island to either the north or south and sail towards the northern front and bring fire support if needed. But for now, they would watch and wait at sea.

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OOC: Apologies for the short and crappy post.

The United Kingdom of British Londinium
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Official Communiqué
Highly Encrypted

To all Londinian armed forces:

All Londinian military forces are to withdraw to the northern island. Surrender orders are hereby revoked.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

[OOC: BL, can you go on MSN and tell me your screenname.]

OOC: And can you respond to what I said?

Automagfreek 'up to its old tricks' in British Londinium
Images too shocking to print on the front page [see supplement] are beginning to emerge from British Londinium showing Automagfreek soldiers mercilessly gunning down unarmed citizens in British Londinium.

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Parts of British Londinium looking much as Kensington did in the aftermath of the New Year Rising
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From 'The Herald'
Front Page

An Automagfreek invasion of British Londinium was launched unexpectedly in the early hours of this morning CMT for reasons that are as yet unknown. Finding that the country had surrendered, Automagfreek soldiers immediately turned their guns on the innocent civlian population in what is being described as a "criminal act of genocide" by the government. So far, Hamptonshire, Willink and the Crown Commonwealth have responded to widespread calls to evacuate as many civilians as can be extracted before the Automagfreek hordes engulf the entire country.

Initial government statements indicate that the causes of the Automagfreek invasion are as yet uncertain. Some statements expressed confusion that the invasion comes after British Londinium has already agreed to give up its desire to repossess sovereign bases and the only remaining dispute involving British Londinium - a trade disagreement with Clandonia - had also already been resolved prior to the invasion. The Automagfreek bloodlust has not abated despite a British Londinian surrender.

Speaking from Kingston Palace, King George has proclaimed the Londinian city of Sandhurst and an area extending 50 miles around it is a "Free City", under the protection of His fleets and armies, and said that all British Londinian citizens seeking safety should make all haste to reach there. Talks are on-going with the aim of linking the Sandhurst Free State with the 'Oxbridge' defense pocket run by Hamptonshire and Willink.

Further Praetonian forces have already begun evacuating the British Londinium gold reserves and museums in the capital, Kensington. Efforts to locate the evacuate the government have so far proved fruitless. Meanwhile, Hamptonshire and Willink have dispatched ships to help people escape from the genocide.

The Confederation of Praetonian Industry has stated that its members intend to use "all necessary force" to defend their property, and many companies with investments in British Londinium have begun handing out weapons to their employees to use both to defend themselves from Automagfreek genocide and the company's property from looting and destruction. The Confederation has also joined calls widespread public calls for the government to use military force to stop the mass murder, and a large rally is rumoured to be planned for tomorrow.

The government has so far not ruled out any military options, but has refused to commit to military action to prevent further murder by Automagfreek forces in British Londinium.

[OOC: BL, can you go on MSN and tell me your screenname.]

OOC: I don't have MSN; but feel free to contact me on AIM (pertinax201).

OOC: I don't have MSN; but feel free to contact me on AIM (pertinax201).
[OOC: You have entered an MSN address on your profile, which is why I ask. I would talk to you via AIM, but it doesnt work on my computer.]

"Comrade Lieutanant, could you get in touch with the Praetorian leader? I need to know if I can land my men near the city of Kensington to help Praetorian forces evacuate the city."

The Lieutanant turned his head. "I sure will, Comrade Commander of Sea North."

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The Emperor stared at the photos taken by the DOOS-1. It showed pictures of Automagfreek soldiers gunning down innocent men, women, children-hell, even dogs! He turned to the Director of the Military.

"We may need to send in more men," he uttered. The killing of innocents would not be tolerated.

OOC: Yeah, I know. Big words for a small country. :D

OOC: I have taken the liberty of making a OOC thread for you guys.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12716468#post12716468

[OOC: You have entered an MSN address on your profile, which is why I ask. I would talk to you via AIM, but it doesnt work on my computer.]

OOC: MSN doesn't work for me. Just talk in the OOC thread.

It would take some time, but the troop transports finally had been given clearance to unload their troops. First, the T-80s and the heavily modified T-72s (T-72Revs) came off the boats, then the regular infantry/Spetznaz divisions, and finally the artillery and BMPRevs/BTRs. Their destination was 5 kilometers north of the city of Kensington, where they would regroup and wait for new orders from Allied High Command.

[OOC-Directed to British Londinium or Praetonia]

"Bang" The speaker of the Congress banged his gavel and called for order.

"There will now be a statement by the Governor of the Colony, Konnie Chung"

Applause ran through the hall, even from the opposition members sat in the People's House. The Senators, who had crowded at the back, stamped their feet in support. Governor Chung held up her hands for calm, and silence descended. She waited a full minute before speaking.

"Mr speaker, Members of the House and Senators, the government and people of Ollieland are appalled and sickened by events in British Londinium. An unprovoked and unjustified attack by the world’s greatest known bully, Automagfreek, has taken place. Does the free world rally against a violent aggressor? Does the free world vow to unite against the biggest threat to freedom known to man?

No it does not. Most of the “free world” sits back in cowed silence, some, some despicable nations, even jump in, hoping to gain their own spoils on the back of the AMF menace, a menace that has no qualms of attacking and massacring unarmed civilians, a menace that attacks without warning or justification, a menace that ignores surrender, too consumed in it’s own bloodlust to even know the meaning of honour, fairness or mercy, let alone show such noble sentiments. Most of the “free world” is content to bow down to AMF, even collaborate with them whilst still espousing their false ideals of democracy and freedom.

Ollieland is willing to stand by no longer. We do stand for democracy and freedom, and we are willing to stand up and fight for them. We call on all nations, regardless of their politics, creed or religion, to stand up against the menace of Automagfreek, to fight for the simple right of all humans that the citizens of Londinium are being denied.

The right to live."

There was rapturous applause across the hall. It took 3 minutes for the speaker to reassemble some form of order

"As of now we will stand up for the right of Londiniums (?) to live. Whether others join us or not is irrelevent. We have repeatedly stated our position in the international community, and now is the time for us to stand up for this position. We will no longer sideline ourselves. We are on our way."

Pandemonium broke out. "Order, Order.... I will have order......"
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++++MOD FLASH MESSAGE ALL UNITS++++

++++GOVERNORS ORDERS 1, 2, 4 AND 5 IN EFFECT++++

FLEETS AT SEA FORMERLY DESIGNATED "HATARIAN TASK FORCE" REDESIGNATED "TASK FORCE FREEDOM" AND REDIRECTED TO LONDINIUM.

MARINE RAPID REATION FORCE AND AIRBORNE RAPID REACTION FORCE TO DEPART IMMEDIATELY FOR LONDINIUM.

"SNAKEHEAD" CORPS TO DEPLOY FOR SPECIAL OPERATIONS IN LONDINIUM.

ALL AVAILABLE NAVAL FORCES TO DEPLOY IN WAR FORMATION.

ALL AVAILABLE ARMY AND AIR FORCE FORCES TO PREPARE FOR WAR DEPLOYMENT.

ALL ECHELONS OF CIVIL GUARD TO BE ACTIVATED.

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Crisis Escalates In British Londinium

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Civil strife has now been added to the litany of crises in British Londinium.

Freekish bombers are believed to have killed Her Londinian Majesty, Queen Hemali I, along with the royal family, leaving the government without a sovereign. This has prompted two. contenders for the throne to levy private armies to wage war in the countryside: Aulus Nerio Samuele Wellington (the Queen's brother) and Luisella Annunziata Letizia Wellington (the Queen's sister).

Concurrently, the Londinian Armed Forces and Parliament have revolted in a pro-Republican movement calling for the arrest and execution of the royals.

Riots have consumed Kensington, with the militarized Kensington Metropolitan Police (KMP) opening fire on Praetonian tanks.

The fleets of Ollieland, like most fleets around the world, had been tracked for weeks, albiet rather unintently, by the Artitsan OASIS organization. Therefore, when the fleets suddenly changed their heading towards British Londinium, it was no wonder that the lowely operator almost spilled coffee all over his lap. The news had already spread regarding the scene in the Ollieland congress, so it was pressing to say that the upper echelon of Artitsan leadership saw this as a surprise.

After much deliberation, it had been determined by Lord Admiral Sergi Putamov, with the council of the Crown Prince, that it would be best if the Iron Fleet moved away from the Questerian Force F. Instead the Iron Fleet would move to intercept the possibly hostile Ollieland fleets, in hopes of turning them in the face of a most impressive host of mighty vessels.

If not, well.. Artitsan Super Dreadnoughts can always use the target practice.

Unbeknownst to the Lord Admiral, Lord Air Marshall Simon Beautrix began preparing his own strike on the Ollieland fleets, utilizing great numbers of EB-15's and M7A3's, already readying themselves in briefing rooms regarding target importance and Ollieland fleet structure. They wouldn't be ready for some time, but should be available before the two rival fleets met. Yes... the glory would be the Air Marshall's, and he shall be the Empire's champion.

They had set up base at a small town seven, not the projected five, kilometers north of Kensington. Still, they could see the fires emanating from the city.

"Comrade, fresh news. Ollielandish (?) forces have been mobilized and are going to help British Londinium. We can beat the Freeks!"

The General wasn't as optimistic. Although he didn't want to ruin the mood of his staff, he knew what he was facing. Bloodthirsty and battle hardened troops capable of destroying his division. However, he put his poker face on.

"Your right, Comrade. We have a chance."

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Already, Sub Group 1 was moving out, consisting of 100 T-80s, 1,000 infantry, 700 heavy mortars, and 350 BMPRevs. Street to street fighting was expected, so the infantry had to walk ahead to scout for anti tank weapons. Orders were sent ahead that stated friendly forces were moving through the area to reinforce the city, and TSN Premier (supercarrier) had helicopter support ready and waiting.

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Office of the Emperor of Cravan
Official Decree of the Imperial Crown


By Imperial Decree, the Libertarian Empire is to begin mobilizing to participate in preserving peace around the Kensington metropolitan area in support of our allies in Willink and Hamptonshire. The bloodshed on the northern island has escalated to a point that I have personally deemed unacceptable.

Although our Freekish allies' actions on the southern island are less than tasteful in my eyes, our support still remains strong and our bonds in the GASN-Gholgoth Mutual Defense Pact will remain unaffected, only able to continue to grow. However, since British Londinium is considered a friendly nation to the empire, our military is mobilizing to move civilians to safer areas of the nation and preserve peace in the north. We will not stand in your way during your assault, however we request the same respect and that any Londinian citizens who have fallen under the Empire's declared protective zones remain unaffected. Even in neutrality, I feel it is our duty to preserve innocent life. This may be where our nations do not see eye to eye, but we cannot abandon our belief that these innocents need not be consumed by the hellfires.

However, by Imperial Decree M-Four-Zero-One-A, ratified on this day of 30 May, two-thousand and seven by the Imperial Senate, brigades one and two of the Seventeenth Imperial Marine Division, stationed at Terrence Air Force Base, British Londinium are to immediately prepare to engage in peacekeeping operations in the surrounding area, in preparation of evacuations of the civilian populace and in preparation of possible hostile troops arriving. They are to remain passive in their peacekeeping efforts, engaging only when engaged. If engaged, the hammer will fall upon the offender, and the consequences will be severe as the falcon unleashes her fury upon their wretched souls.

May God hold you in His Almighty arms, and keep you all safe.

Signed,
Robert Craven
Robert the Second of Cravan, protector and keeper of the glorious Empire of Cravan and her holdings overseas, defender of faith and justice, holder of righteousness.


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Terrence Air Force Base

"Alright!", Captain Richard Huntington shouted over the constant roar of armored vehicles starting. "Our objectives are simple: fan out around the immediate area and establish a safe zone." His voice remained loud as he shouted into the radio, ensuring the tank crews in his platoon could hear him. "We follow first platoon in, they're our spearhead. We'll have infantry walking along with us and Spartans from fourth platoon to keep us covered from soft targets. Rev up and move out behind our friends in first platoon."

He retreated into the commander position of his CRV20A2 Mackall, listening in his headset as a chorus of affirmations sang off from his platoon-mates. Checking his situational displays, everything was in the green for Huntington's Mackall. Watching through his gunsight cameras, he awaited for the spearhead to begin the move. Soon enough he watched as the dust and mud kicked up behind the group of Mackalls, and the armored column supported by infantry was away. They would not venture out farther than a pre-determined boundary, but soon enough that boundary would have to be crossed as more and more civilians were endangered.

"Hey, Billy.", Huntington said over the noise of his Mackall's engine to his gunner. "Care to fill up a cup of coffee for me? It's gonna be a long ride."

Viletooth paced into the darkened room somewhat irate - it was less than twenty four hours since he temporarily assumed Burntfur's mantle of Grand Clan Leader, and already he was presented with situations he really had no interest in dealing with. But he was in a unique position to effect change, and already a Council vote had gone in his favour. Perhaps Bonfaaz would not be pleased, but Bonfaaz was not here at the moment. Viletooth was. And he wished he wasn't. He'd rather be out drinking and making decisions that benefited Charr, rather than this nonsense.

The round room was, like most Charrian structures, wooden and rustic and illuminated only by the flickering flames of bare torches. Numerous computer terminals and the large illuminated desk at the centre of the room belied its primitive appearance, however, and several armed Charrian warriors stood guard at each door, each in full military apparel and scaled ceramic body armour systems. Many other Charr bustled around the room, moving between computers, making calls, delivering reports. It was not a place for silent contemplation, anyway.

Two warriors stood hunched over the large central desk in deep thought until they noticed the entrance of the provisional Grand Clan Leader, upon which they immediately pounced on him. Unlike the other soldiers they wore distinctive gold plate ceremonial armour, which would not have been particularly useful since centuries ago but it certainly made them stand out from the 'common' soldiers.

"Clan Leader," one of the warriors said with a salute. Judging by the greying fur around his face and neck, he was entering old age. "I am General Jeraa Redeye, commander of the second warband."

"General, the honour is mine as always," Viletooth nodded, returning the salute. He knew the General; he was of his own clan, and their respective packs had once lived in the same town. Though he presently served the Horde as a whole, his usual station was back home in their ancestral lands, deep within the Maguuma Jungle. "Your pack is well?"

"Aye," Redeye grunted. "How fare the Viletooths?"

"As drunk and angry as ever," Viletooth said, giving his companion a hearty slap on the back. "On to business unfortunately, my friend. As ye are no doubt aware, Automagfreek has engaged in battle with a nation known as British Londinium, a nation whom we have no prior interest in or contact with. I have enquired as to the motive behind this attack, and my question was apparently overlooked. Bonfaaz would never utter the following words, but I can tell ye here and now that the Council has become increasingly irritated by how often UCC communiques are 'overlooked'. Nevertheless, the Council agrees that now is the appropriate time to consider action. Honour must be maintained, above all else."

"Is not British Londinium a part of the GASN?" Redeye inquired. "Forgive my ignorance, but politics twist my brain..."

"Last I heard, though we have not exactly garnered a reputation of up-to-date intelligence," Viletooth shrugged. They usually chose to remain aloof from the international wranglings of the baldies, which did not necessary have a positive effect on their databases. And to make matters worse, few red-blooded Charr would volunteer for such underhanded tasks as intelligence gathering - not that an eight foot furry beast would be able to blend in to most foreign societies. "If it is the case, the Council finds it most disturbing. Ye and I both know how Automagfreek chooses to conduct themselves in battle."

"Aye..." Redeye nodded, his face contorting in disgust. He promptly switched to professional mode, however, and asked, "what would you have us do, Clan Leader?"

Viletooth sighed. He wished very much that he could be elsewhere, and that he did not have to be doing this most unpleasant task. But this was the card that had been dealt him, and he intended to carry it out.

"Deploy an assault fleet carrying a full warband, but do not act with belligerence," Viletooth told him after a long pause. "In the meantime, take stock of the land. Find out who has claimed what, and how they are defended. Pay particular attention to the holdings of Praetonia and their ilk, and evaluate their defensibility. If they have laid claim to high capacity airports or harbours, I want to know about it. I wish for this information to be made available to me before the warband is within range, as I will need to communicate with various involved parties beforehand."

"It shall be done sir, of course," Redeye nodded. "Will that be all?"

Viletooth stood in silent contemplation for a while. He found his mind wandering. Why were the Redeyes called such, when they did not have red eyes? When would Burntfur get out of his damned mourning period and save him all this trouble? Why wasn't he allowed to carry ale inside military facilities? And what was that smell?!

Shaking his head to regain his composure he looked back at Redeye again. "For the moment, General. And... ensure to come by my office some day, we need to finish that charr-ko match we started all those years ago!"

"I look forward to it..." Redeye shot back as the Clan Leader left from whence he came.

Western Bay of Bengal

The Commonwealth Ship Ood, flagship of an unwilling navy that refuses even to call itself such, leads a glistening procession of Soviet steel into the rising sun.

A Chainmail Class guided-missile cruiser, this Ood is not the first flagship of the Commonwealth Oceanic Guard to bear the name, for she follows in history the organisation's first flagship, a trimaran frigate built in Western Asia and purchased by a then-infant Soviet state in the 1980s.

Warships spill out of the subcontinent's right flank, spreading across the ancient bay like droplets of steam rushing from a pipe suddenly ruptured. Nary a sea-salt can be found aboard them, for the Geletians, and by extension their darker, shorter peers, are soldiers, warriors with a fine cavalry tradition but no taste for the featureless seas. Some naval organisations are built to fight and to dominate, India's is built to get the hell ashore.

Adiatorix of the Geletians finds himself elected Field Marshal in the Londinium Campaign and shrugs off a night on the wine as he struggles to maintain perpendicularity for his two metre topping frame, the Ood's bridge nodding in the moderate swell.

News of republican revolt in British Londinium sends a heartening cheer through the green-tinted ranks when Adiatorix conveys it to the fleet, and the Marshal orders India's growing appendage to stretch for, 'Oxbridge'.

Behind, Madras heaves with humanity and the constructs of warmaking, Celtic trumpets hollering as men jostle aboard Hyaenidae Class LPDs, Nibiru Class LPHs, and India's formidable Red Dragon and Dwrgi Class WIGs already stuffed with terrestrial vehicles and supplies.

Above, the People's Cosmonautical Co-operative repositions observation satellites to look on the besieged nation, and GSIC -the storied Gelert Sentinels, India's intelligence service- looks to begin feeding of information to republican factions. The PCC votes to arm its myriad anti-satellite weapons, terrestrial and orbital, but puts a stop on their preemptive deployment lest it provoke a war in space.

Raipur has no words for the world, failing to comment on its interest in the future of Londinium's socialism.

Clandonian Fleet, 20 km's from Kensington

The order for the fleet to move to a position where it could begin offloading its marine contingent in order to support the Praetonians and 16th Air Assault Division with the joint base at Kensington International Airport. A force of one thousand nine hundred and sixty ships that had been tasked once to launch the invasion, now with sixty four thousand bored marines it was their time to shine. The Marines from the 1st and 2nd Royal Clandonian Marine Expeditionary Division were put ashore via helicopter, RIB and the light cushioned hovercraft bringing armour and much needed artillery to try and form a barrier to stop a Freekish advance on the capital city. The ships of the fleet turned their guns possibly ready to give support, the two super dreadnoughts the Cheshire Cat a Nelson Class and the Praetonian King George IV sat ready, waiting the thousands of personal and hundreds of aircraft were ordered to battle stations as what the navy called, a 'Serious Time' as the defenders of freedom challenged those who wished to squash it.

"Bastards are attacking the South according to the media." Spoke one anti-air gunner flicking a cigarette into the water.

"We will be ready." Spoke his colleague, scanning the horizon for ships and aircraft from the Clandonian built super capital.

In the heavily armoured operations room the Clandonian Admiral looked over the digital charts. Indications of what forces were on their way had been drawn in red with allied Praetonian and Questerian forces in blue, neutral forces in green.

"Artitsan's are you sure?"

"Well, its a sure as what the recognition book says other that I don't know, it appears this does seem to be a Gholgoth jolly though. What gets me have Ollieland and Beth Gellertian forces also on their way, its a right old pardon my language sir cluster fuck."

"Order all this to be sent back to Whitehall and the Admiralty, I want definite orders on what to do."

"Yes sir." The officer walked off to make a satellite transmission, only meant to use it in times of urgency to avoid detection to order a full alert and request orders for the rules of engagement.

Looking from space one would see a large mass of ships unloading landing craft with lots of air activity, the Clandonians knew they would be seen that was the aim. British Londinium was not for Freekish or communist taking, as Clandonian forces began deploying artillery units and hoping to form some foundation defence so that time could be made to make a real effort as Clandonian's watched safely from their homes the destruction it brought parallels of the first war back to many a veteran. The government looked on, the fleet was supposed to be recalled on this very day now with facing a possible war against Automagfreek ancient war plans hatched years ago were retrieved with as much data as possible on a likely plan of action with Sir Philips on a jet to Kingston, Praetonia for some urgent talks.

A small naval fleet had been selected for the operation, compromising a majority of swift transport craft, defended by the meager firepower of several battleship and submarines. Lifesblood, an irrelevance punctuating nothing within the sphere of the world, yet today a small force was sent to aid the British Londinium's, and perhaps introduce them into the world.

From: The Lord Fenris Administration
To: British Londinium

We are sending forces to reinforce the defences of Kensington, we heed you in your time of need.

-Transmission End-

OoC: Basically I'm sending two DMG Mercenary Legions,
20,000 Light infantry, 12,000 Heavy Infantry and 300 Covert Ops. from RUA (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=527847)
Three motorized Lifesblood Divisions
Three Nimitz class aircraft carriers with AV-8B HARRIER II craft aboard.

I'd be more specific, but my knowledge of naval warfare is limited, just assume my ships could be easily defeated, when compared to the far larger forces involved.

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Shit Hits Fan

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Fecal matter slammed violently into ceiling ventilators throughout British Londinium as the provinces of Cion and Palatine splintered from the newly declared People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium.

These two areas are the primary sites for relocation efforts and refugee camps.

Riots broke out in Sandhurst, with protestors violently clashing with local police, resulting in hundreds dead and thousands more wounded.

At the same time, the PSR authorized the release of VX nerve agent on enemy positions, though no chemical weapons have been used yet.

From the vast Tanemouth Airfield in Central Province the Airborne Rapid Reaction Force took off. The last time they had deployed was in the Czardas war, and it's size had doubled since then. A total of 11,560 aircraft of all sizes and 5,552 airships formed up over the province ibto a gigantic airborne armada, and slowly turned south east towards British Londinium. Across the provinces soldiers hurrying from their barracks and civil guardsmen reporting for duty all stared skywards as the armada departed.

(OOC ETA will be tommorrow 3pm GMT)


Admiiral McClusky read the telex that had been brought to him. He had been ordered to heave to and wait for reinforcemets to arrive from Ollieland. This would triple his fleet size and add seaborne troops to his responsibilities. To say he was concerned would be an understatement.

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Nuclear Explosion Detected In Kingston

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A low-yield nuclear device was detonated today in Kingston.

The splinter-province of Palatine seized control of the silos situated nearby, but failure to observe proper safety procedure and lack of familiarity with the missile systems inadvertently caused a small, 9 kiloton bomb to strike Kingston. Prætonian troops were believed to be within the missile's blast, but the Crown Commonwealth has yet to verify this.

At the same time, the People's Sovereign Republic under Sir Alistair Davidson elected Adélaïde Azzopardi to the newly created office of President, though she serves as a ceremonial head of state.

"Okay, essentially a nuke just went off, I think it's time to pull the plug on this yea? I should have taken the first boat out of here... Are we clear to evacuate or what?" The last Phoenix Dynamix component production facility manager asked frantically over a secure satellite phone.

"Settle down son, rescue is on its way. Get your people you can into the harbor by 3 am local time, and you will be extracted. You can't take any equipment with you so sterilize as much of the facility as you can before hand, and set up timed demolition charges to destroy as much of the building as possible, just like your manager's manual says." Admiral Vrelck said in a calming voice, while he sat comfortably in a leather chair at his Norfolk, Virgina retreat.

"Alright, but what about all the little cargo ships we have left tied up to the docks?"The nervous manager asked.

"Don't worry about them, the rescue team will scuttle them in the harbor right as soon as your people are loaded onto the submarine." The Admiral reassured.

One of the submarines that had stayed behind and was loitering 51 nautical miles (<100km) off the coast of British Londinium for the past few days had turned in towards the harbor near Winchester. Days earlier the Phoenix Dynamix facility had been mostly evacuated but a few stayed behind to keep watch. But now with the chaos and the recent nuclear explosion, it was quite clear that total evacuation and abandonment of the facility was necessary.
The sub ran along the coast as deep as it could and as quietly as possible. Most of the sub's crew had boarded the departing cargo ships to make room for the evacuees and a small team of special operations forces. The operators on board specialized in underwater demolition and urban combat, and they would be the only thing ensuring the saftey on the Phoenix Dynamix employees, and the destruction of the remaining Phoenix Dynamix light freighters.

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CAELAPENE MINISTRY OF DEFENSE -- OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT STATEMENT

In light of the unthinkable atrocities committed by the nation of Automagfreek, and in realization of the disastrous and selfish response of the world at large in refusing to stand up to its menace, an emergency meeting of the Caelapene ministers provided a slim 7-5 decision: The Federation of Caelapes has officially declared a state of war upon the Empire of Automagfreek. All military forces have been withdrawn to the Lapene Aeronaval Base where they are currently being briefed and boarding war dirigibles to travel to British Londinium.

15,000 Aeronaval troops are being mobilized to the combat zone to do what they may to slow the advancing troops as well as support Willink and Hamptonshire in evacuating the citizens of Kensington. Those crafts which will be engaging in evacuation activities have been marked with red and white crosses to signify their purpose as a humanitarian vessel and not a vessel of war. We request of Automagfreek and its allies that these aircraft not be attacked.

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Lapene Aeronaval Base, Caelapes
12:00 AM

Senior Aeromarine Austin Merriman stared at the vast amount of soldiers around him. At only 18, Merriman signed up for the Aeronavy as a way to get easy money and catch sun while defending the Caelapene waters from an imaginary enemy. When he'd picked up the phone two hours before, he laughed and almost hung up on Lieutenant Gambino when he was told to report to the base for last-minute mobilization. Now he stood, shivering, next to fifteen thousand other soldiers in the same boat as him.

"I heard on the news that we're going to war with Automagfreek," a man not a year older than Austin said. The older soldiers laughed, the younger soldiers paled, and Austin shook his head slowly.

'We're too young for this,' he thought to himself. 'I just graduate from high school and get thrown into this shit.'

An officer's jeep pulled up and broke his reverie. "All soldiers with the 1st Aeromarine Regiment, report to the northernmost tent for orders and briefing! 2nd Aeromarine Regiment, north-east tent! 1st Naval Brigade, south-east! Fifth Naval Brigade, south-west! Forty-seventh Aeronaval Liaison Group, northwest! Double time it, we've got to move!" Austin picked up his duffel bag, shook his head, and started jogging to the northwest tent. At the tent, other soldiers - many of whom he had never met, but some faces familiar - were speaking in relatively hushed tones about their deployment. After all, the Aeronavy had never been mobilized outside of Caelapes before. After a short time, the tent was full and an officer's jeep drove up the middle, parked at the front of the group of soldiers, and the officer began speaking to the group with a megaphone.

"Soldiers, I am Aerocolonel Matt Thompson. I am your commanding officer as part of the 47th Aeronaval Liaison Group. I'm going to tell you where we're going, what we're going to do, and then we're going to go do that. Am I understood?" The soldiers shouted their agreement. "Good. First of all, as per an emergency decision made by the government ministers, we are being mobilized to British Londinium with the purpose of stalling the Freekish forces ruthlessly assaulting that nation. Secondarily for the other brigades and regiments, but primarily for us, we are tasked with assisting any evacuations or to defend any allied structure, citizen, or soldier. If they cannot be protected, then we have failed in our task, and I'm not about to lead a group of failures to their deaths. Is that understood?" The soldiers again shouted their agreement. "Good. Get your gear and report to the ports. We leave in thirty minutes."

Barlmoor House, Granzi City

"Good evening, Mr. Sun. I hope that you have what I asked for?"

The Foreign Minister strode into the lavishly decorated library of Barlmoor House, official residence of the Prime Minister. He slid a thin folder from underneath one shoulder and spread its contents out over the desk.

"Of course Sean. The Foreign Ministry has completed contact with the nation of Automagfreek, and we have their consent to begin naval operations off the coast of British Londinium."

Sean Parson sat behind the ornately carved desk that was facing the large glass windows of the library. He glanced over at his most trusted advisor, hands positioned over documents scattered between them. Looking out over the trimmed gardens of Barlmoor House, Parson nodded. "Good. Then I authorize immediately the deployment of our available naval strength to British Londinium. May God guide our men."

Open Transmission

TO: Allied Nations of British Londinium
RE: Naval Deployment

Greetings from the Commonwealth of Granzi.

My message to you will be brief. Naval forces under my command are currently en route to the south isle of British Londinium in support of Freekish operations in that area. I have been empowered to fire upon any hostile force that places the satisfactory completion of the mission of which I am charged in jeopardy. My suggestion is for any potential hostiles to chart a course away from such a confrontation.

Remiras Segal
High Admiral
Commonwealth Navy

Secure Transmission

TO: Commander of Freekish Forces
RE: Joint Operations

Greetings.

I come empowered by the Prime Minister to offer our Freekish allies full naval support during your campaign. Attached (read: OOC thread) you will find a full list of the forces I have under my command. I am currently en route to the port of Argyll, where I hope to begin operations in capturing that city, and thus provide a safe harbor for my ships. How may I best coordinate any action with the actions of the Freeks?

I await your reply,

Remiras Segal
High Admiral
Commonwealth Navy

The Federation of Ambrose-Douglas wishes to concur with the numerous nations who are condemning this action by the Freekish military. It is deplorable. it is genocide, and it should not be tolerated. As mandated by UN Resolution #83, we will look into the formation of a TPP in response to the Freek's actions.

Further, we are sending our aircraft carrier, the FSS Federation, to British Londinium to assist in humanitarian efforts. The Federation has been modified to only carry our AHTH-55 "Jolly" heavy transport helos, capable of carrying 55 passengers each. Since no planes will be taking off from the Federation, 8 AHTH's have been stationed on it's flight deck. Accompanying the FSS Federation will be the hospital ship, FMS Savior, for treatment of those injured in this genocide.

In addition, our 3rd and 4th Troop Transport Wings (144 planes total) will be flying refugees out of British Londinium and back to Ambrose-Douglas. Each ATTP-64 "Momma" plane has the capability to carry 92 passengers. The 3rd and 4th Troop Transport Wings will be escorted by the 5th and 6th Fighter/Interceptor Wings, one IF-4 "Phoenix" interceptor for each transport plane.

The IF-4s will be the only Ambrose-Douglas aircraft that are armed, and will only defend themselves if attacked first. All Ambrose-Douglas aircraft and ships will be operating under a white flag of truce. Any action taken against them will be considered an act of war.

Our thoughts are with the government and people of British Londinium. Rescue operations will begin in the morning with planes, and the FSS Federation and FMS Savior should arrive by early afternoon.

Sincerely,
Justin M. Ambrose
President
Allied-General Hames Kirkuten
Supreme Military Commander

Official Allanean Statement

We condemn the actions of the governments of Automagfreek, Cion, and Palatine. Most expressly, we believe that the Palatinians, in their recent nuclear attack on their own population in Kensington, are inhuman, worthless bastards and need to be stopped. While we do believe the Freeks, too, should try to avoid collateral damage, we do wish to point out they are not the ones to use nuclear weapons on their own people.

We request the opinion of the Praetonians, Freeks, and Skyans on whether Allanean aid is needed.

We will also help to evacuate civilians from all disaster areas, including areas of occupation by allied forces.

The first of the special operations forces exited the submarine while it was still submerged, only a few seconds before it would surface.
The first pair swam a short distance and latched onto the hull of one of the abandoned Phoenix Dynamix cargo ships. Using an ultra-accurate underwater GPS, the first operator located the main fuel tank. He affixed a simple but powerful shaped charge on the underside of the hull, adjacent to the fuel tank. He secured the timer and attached a cellular telephone detonator in case the timer failed, so that a signal could be sent for command detonation. Two other teams did the same to the other boats and then swam ashore, climbing up a ladder onto the docks. They scanned the horizon for any sign of life with their night vision goggles, and then turned back toward the harbor, where the sub had just surfaced. A crewman emerged from the main sail and proceeded to set up a gangplank. One of the operators nodded to the crewman, who immediately produced a flare gun and fired one shot into the air. The flare was invisible to the naked eye, but emitted an soft infra-red glow to those with night vision devices.

Both the Phoenix Dynamix manager and chief of facility security were wearing night vision goggles they salvaged from the facility before smashing most of the equipment and stocks, they both stood up at the same time when they saw the flare. The manager looked to the chief who simply said, "Let's go" and proceeded to lead the group of Phoenix Dynamix employees from the back of the container truck that they were hiding in. The group sprinted across the open dockyard, and clambered down a narrow ladder to the small floating dock that lead to the submarine. One by one the Phoenix Dynamix employees disappeared into the bowels of the sub, while the chief of security(who was the only one of the group that was armed since the facility did not produce small arms) and the operators stood watch. As the last employee entered almost simultaneously, the operators pushed the chief into the hatch and followed him down, the last one sealing the entrance. The gangplank was left to dangle precariously between the floating metal dock and the sub, and it made an awful screeching sound as the sub put its engines in full reverse, and slowly submerged beneath the waves.

about 10 minutes after the submarine made its way clear of the port, a massive explosion filled the night with a massive orange and red fireball. The Phoenix Dynamix component production facility was destroyed, mostly imploded upon itself. Now a fire would rage until all of the highly flammable material that the facility was loaded with burned out. It would be almost another half hour before the explosives on the ships would explode, but that hardly seemed to matter now that every Phoenix Militant citizen was on his way home.

The sub dived deep and ran its engines at maximum silent speed.

"Okay, essentially a nuke just went off, I think it's time to pull the plug on this yea? I should have taken the first boat out of here... Are we clear to evacuate or what?" The last Phoenix Dynamix component production facility manager asked frantically over a secure satellite phone.

"Settle down son, rescue is on its way. Get your people you can into the harbor by 3 am local time, and you will be extracted. You can't take any equipment with you so sterilize as much of the facility as you can before hand, and set up timed demolition charges to destroy as much of the building as possible, just like your manager's manual says." Admiral Vrelck said in a calming voice, while he sat comfortably in a leather chair at his Norfolk, Virgina retreat.

"Alright, but what about all the little cargo ships we have left tied up to the docks?"The nervous manager asked.

"Don't worry about them, the rescue team will scuttle them in the harbor right as soon as your people are loaded onto the submarine." The Admiral reassured.

One of the submarines that had stayed behind and was loitering 51 nautical miles (<100km) off the coast of British Londinium for the past few days had turned in towards the harbor near Winchester. Days earlier the Phoenix Dynamix facility had been mostly evacuated but a few stayed behind to keep watch. But now with the chaos and the recent nuclear explosion, it was quite clear that total evacuation and abandonment of the facility was necessary.
The sub ran along the coast as deep as it could and as quietly as possible. Most of the sub's crew had boarded the departing cargo ships to make room for the evacuees and a small team of special operations forces. The operators on board specialized in underwater demolition and urban combat, and they would be the only thing ensuring the saftey on the Phoenix Dynamix employees, and the destruction of the remaining Phoenix Dynamix light freighters.

"We have a battle gorp in your sector, we can pull you men and goods at any time, we can ensure your safety under UN agreements, and we will press the British goverment for your employee's release." - Admiral Piat

"To you plant manager; Don't worry we have sent 100 special forces "security" units to protect oyu they will arive within the hour"

Priority Message to Bro saoz:
Thank you for your offer, but please call off your forces, our own operation has taken care of the situation.

That is no problem. We have called it off but will remain in the region for further help if needed.

Soviet Fleet Slows, Enters Pacific

The detonation of a nuclear explosive in Londinium is quite sufficient to put Adiatorix on his guard. Soviet forces are compelled to give more care to their perimeter defences and the whole task force, still growing as reinforcements hasten to the rear, reduces speed to ten knots so as to enable defensive vessels to jostle for position.

Ortiagon Class AIP SSK and Anunkai Class SSGN boats take fuller advantage of their greatest design strength -stealth-, while Gauntlet Class fleet-defence frigates -destroyers in the parlance of many navies-, and Chainmail Class cruisers prepare to employ their CS-400N Red Sky ABM SAMs. The situation is too confused and too fluid to be anything like assured that the Indians won't end up subject to some horrific strategic-grade strike, and Adiatorix won't be caught with his hand-woven chequered trousers down!

Raipur, meanwhile, continues efforts to establish contact with major factions in BL and finally makes itself understood to the world in a statement read by former Chief Consul comrade Chivo and published internationally by Gadar!.

"...the Soviet power rejects aggression as directed against civilian populations, rejects aggression directed to the removal of the ability of the only viable sovereign body to administer its own affairs. The People of British Londinium, self-enabled socialist workers, can not be abandoned for any less than the price of humanity's very species being. The Indian Soviet Commonwealth will take part in any serious and reasonable effort by upstanding parties to restore peace in the land and remove the alien forces of reaction that would dictate to Londinium's free people.

"The Soviet power will emplace itself upon the north island and co-operate with any who do not attempt to force the citizens of this sad land along any particular path.

"Let it be understood that this declaration signals an assured halt to imperialist intrusion in British Londinium. The Soviet power is inexhaustible and will not relent in the defence of human liberty, equality, and social camaraderie.

"La Sociale!"

A rider to the broadcast seems to indicate that Soviet forces, more or less, intend to shoot anyone found attacking or oppressing British Londinium's citizens when the Indian fleet arrives at the north island. There is no stated policy on the conflict between breakaway and republican factions, only on the Commonwealth's stern opposition to imperial incursion against the north island.

By now entering the western Pacific is a fleet comprising some:
-100 India Class trimaran CV
-60 Nibiru Class LPH
-480 Anunkai Class SSGN
-160 Ortiagon Class AIP SSG
-20 Red Dragon Class strategic-grade WIG
-100 Dwrgi Class large tactical-grade WIG
-100 Hyaendae Class LPD
-400 Gauntlet Class DDG
-300 Bodkin Class FF
-5 Utopia Class BB
-125 Gujarat Class FFL
-100 Chainmail Class CG
-60 Restoration Class submarine tenders
-120 Brompton Class oilers
-150 Benefactor Class ammunition ships
-100 Verix Class combat stores ships
-50 Palaemon Class heavy support ships
-20 Ysbyty Class hospital ships
-5,440 helicopters
-4,560 air-superiority & strike fighters
-101,000 Soviet Marines and Gelert Sentinels

She appears graceful on the surface, but, like a fine swan, the Soviet force is secretly awkward, kicking frantically underwater just to sustain momentum.

The air armada had made good time and was approaching Londinium from the north. Vice Air Marshall Gavin Wills had been nervous about the approach to the mainland considerinf the amount of military traffic in the area, but the size of the armada had probably been intimidating to say the least.

"We need to get in contact with Chelsea. Comms, I want you to start broadcasting to the airport and civil authorities. We need to know whos in control, and we need them to know what we we're about and that we're friendly".

"Aye sir" came the reply. Wills smiled at the response. Although Colonial Air Force personnel, airship crews had taken to using naval terms for some reason. He sat back and waited for a response.........

OPEN MESSAGE TO LONIDINIAN AUTHORITIES IN CHELSEA

Airborne Rapid Reaction Force (ARRF) from Ollieland requesting permission to land. We are here to defend you from the Freeks.

Airborne Forces
4,060 Transport Aircraft
7,350 Combat Aircraft
150 Support Aircraft
5,006 Transport Airships
408 Transport Airships
489 Support Airships

Forces on board
107,000 combat troops
2,160 air portable light tanks
240 APCs
60 Armoured Cars
1,162 Armoured Support Vehicles
5,100 Combat helicopters
1,220 Transport Helicopters
59,000 Light Trucks
17,500 sedans
2,500 motorcycles

We intend to land aircraft at the airport and airships around the city and in open spaces within the city (parks, sports stadiums, etc). Our engineers stand ready to fortify your defences and provide refugee relief. Seaborne reinforcements are en-route. Please reply on this channel.........

Royal Clandonian Air Force Space Monitoring Service, Kirkland Bunker

The flash of the small explosion had been picked up by Clandonian monitoring satellites, always on the look out for possible threats to the Clandonian forces and allies around the world. The blast was estimated to be bellow fifteen kilotonnes so likely a small portable device.

"Sir reported blast radius was within Praetonian forces in Kingston." Reported the Clandonian watchman on the phone to his senior authority at Missile Command, a few more miles down the bunker network.

"Ghastly situation down there at the moment as long as it didn't kill any of are lot then I don't think we can do anything. Keep monitoring and have the radiation fallout assessment's passed to local ground forces."

"Yes sir!"

Putting the phone down the operator ordered in the satellite to uncover its radiation projection camera to run through the computer the local weather conditions at the time to see where the radiation would fall. A request would be put into to the Royal Artillery to deploy cloud seeding munitions hoping to force the radioactive particles down with the silver nitrate mixture. The alert level was raised as the conflict stepped into the nuclear phase...

RCAF Kensington

G4M6 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12691281&postcount=19) Questerian naval bombers from 11th and 12th Fleet Air Arm Squadron has arrived at RCAF Kensington to protect the Clandonian and allied fleets from incoming naval forces, recon patrols with dispatched with Nimrod MR4's and G4M6's in anti-shipping roles armed with AS8A Anti shipping missiles and the new EAT3A Aerial Torpedo's and EAT1A Encapsulated Torpedo's which were designed to destroy super dreadnought designed ships. Two hits and a Nelson could be destroyed if the estimates were true.


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Official Clandonian Response

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Open Declaration on behalf of the CFBL:

The Crown Government would like to remind that the situation in British Londinium is a tense one, in order to preserve civilian life we ask as little nations as possible deploy ground forces as it will likely provoke further aggression and conflict. Clandonian forces will allow relief ships and aircraft safe passage under the protection from the guns of the Grand Expeditionary Fleet. It should be noted that allied forces are disgusted with events in the South, the Freekish forces have once again shown their true colours to the world in their barbaric acts of destruction.

On behalf of His Majesty's Armed Forces I have ordered civilians and foreign nationals to be evacuated to RCAF Kensington on flights back to Clandonia where emergency provisions are being set up to relocate foreign nationals to their appropriate home countries.


God Save the King

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General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett VC KCB DSO, Commander of Clandonian Forces British Londinium

OOC: Reserved for some action going on in the Soviet-Owned Arms Factories in BL, cant be bothered to wrtie now as I'm too tired, as said before, will write later.

"Colonel, we're receiving a message, sir. Broadcast on all channels." Colonel Terry Vivaldi of the 3rd Troop Transport Wing looked over from the controls of his ATTP-64 "Momma" aircraft.

"What's it say, Lieutenant?" He asked. If there was a message on all channels, he wanted to know about it before he, and the rest of his wing and the 4th Troop Transport Wing, got any closer to British Londinium airspace.

"It's from the Clandonian's, sir. They are saying that all relief aircraft and ships will have safe passage under Clandonian navy guns. And that they deplore the actions taken by the Freeks in the south."

"Well, strike me dead, Lieutenant, there is actually some decency left in this world of ours." The Colonel could just barely begin to see the outline of British Londinium coming up over the horizon. "Broadcast this message on all channels." The Colonel cleared his throat.

"Clandonian forces, this is Colonel Terry Vivaldi of the Ambrose-Douglas 3rd Troop Transport Wing. We are here on a humanitarian mission, 144 transport planes with 144 fighter/interceptor escorts. Two ships from our navy will be here soon as well. We request safe passage through your navy and request to be told any airports or airfields still functioning near refugee camps so that we may begin humanitarian missions. Please respond."

The silence that followed the message was tense, but the Colonel continued to lead the 288 plane line towards British Londinium.

An official warning is sent via transmission to the foreign ministry of Olliesland. It requests simply for their immediate reversal in their aggressive and threatening maneuvers towards the nations of Automagfreek, a fellow Gholgoth state, or the intervening between the resolution of diplomatic quarrels between said state and British Londinium.

It would later be admitted that many within the Artitsan military hoped that Olliesland would disobey such a request.

As he watched the Monitors in his office...Commander Hell Blade called for his Luitenants.
"Men, Our proud nation cannot stand Idle as Innocent civilians are slaughtered by the Freeks, Hence forth we shall request to intervense and aid Londinium in honorable battle."

Lt Sky Well Spoke "But your highness, is'nt this a rash decision...we cant just up and go to war!"

Hell Blade: Why do you think we train in the military once we reach age Ten? It is because we want to be ready for war at any moment...this is our chance.

Alert all our forces....we gear for War!!"

All: "For the Greater Good!!!":mp5:

White Palace,London

Prime Minister Tom Howard walked around in his office.He then heard his National Security Advisor and his Secretary of State for Defence enter."Mister Prime Minister we have reason to believe a British Londinium city blew up by a nuclear weapon".The Prime Minister was shock when he heard the news."Mr.Browne as Secretary of State for Defence I want a naval ship ready to send aid and relief workers right away". Browne nodded and walked out the door.The Prime Minister started writing a letter to Royal Clandonian Air Force Space Monitoring Service to let there relief ship enter.The National Security Advisor quickly walked out the room and quietly said to himself, "God save those people".

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Official Message From Her Majesty's Government

To:Clandonian Air Force Space Monitoring Service

The United Kingdom2 would like to send a relief ship to help the citizens of British Londinium.If we are granted perrmission the name of the ship is the H.M.S Elizabeth.She is loaded with over two million packs of food and water and has enough doctors,nurses and medicine tp help with the current disaster.

Signed,
Rt.Hon.Tom Howard
Prime Minister Of UK2

OOC: To various people - the nuke didn't hit the capital.

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People's Sovereign Republic Storms St Andrews

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Three thousand tanks and 200,000 infantry recaptured the city of St Andrews in the rogue province of Cion.

St Andrews Conservatoire was the most high-profile victim of the bloody assault, its climbing wisterias and marble buildings lying in flames.

But universities were not the only victims of the incursion. Over 67,000 civilians are estimated to have been killed in a seventeen-hour long artillery barrage.

"The deaths were, by all means, unfortunate," Minister of Defence Elliot Crompton remarked in a press conference. "But St Andrews is a vital tactical and strategic spot that the People's Sovereign Republic cannot allow to fall into the hands of the enemy."

Bombers have also flown over the Oxbridge area, dropping leaflets warning of impending invasion there as well.

Story from LBG NEWS:
http://news.lbg.co.rsp/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/bl_news/5281238.stm

Published: 2009/05/31 10:33:24 GMT

© LBG MMIX

What was left of the Dunkerque class cruisers-seven ships out of the ten, three that were barely functional, were firing off a wave of ASHAWK (Anti Ship Homing All the Way Killer) missiles when orders came in from Commander Sea North came in.


"Comrades, you are ordered to regroup near the city of Cambridge. There, you will be met with fresh reinforcements (re: see attachment) and supply ships. Good luck, Comrades!"

The Assistant Engineer of the flagship, TFN Harbringer, looked at the message. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, he thought.

Attachment One:

Forces going to Cambridge:

-12 Dunkerque class cruisers
-3 Premier class supercarriers
-10 Tiger class submarines
-12 Stalingrad class heavy frigates
-15 Stormtooper class superdreadnoughts
-12 Gornaku class supply ships
-7 Savior class medical ships
-3 Roundabout class logistics/command ships

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Whoever it may concern (Lord Dreadfire?); The Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek
From: President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

You must know, that as a GASN member, and even more, as a human, we Soviets condemn the injustified invasion on the sovereign nation of British Londinium, as well as the inhuman genocide your troops seem to have engaged into.
Thus, so as to preserve peace and stability, The World Soviet Party officially cuts all ties, be them diplomatical, economical or military, with the Empire of Automagfreek.
We'll be sending troops to contain the situation and protect innocent civilians from your ravaging army, though the term "barbarian horde" would fit better, and we heavily suggest you start withdrawing your murderers right now, we do not want to fight you, but we will if we must.

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

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Whoever it may concern; The People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

We have heard of your plight and rest assured that we are ready to assist you, as we speak, a task force is being prepared to depart for your nation, with an maximum ETA of two (2) weeks. Thus, we hereby require permission to land, as well as terrains to set a base of operations from where we hope we will able to coordinate the defense and, if possible, retaking of your nation for the good of your people.

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

Attention all Soviet, Ollie, and other insignificant scum who meddle in our affairs,

British Londinium belongs to us, and I'm afraid your efforts to delay the inevitable are merely in vain. You stand to gain nothing from sending your soldiers to die at the hands of the Sentinels, and you risk finding yourselves in a state of war with the Excessively Armed Empire the likes of which you have no hope of winning. Our military is too vast, experienced, and lethal for any to contend with, and I can promise you that all you will find in Londinium is death should you wish to intrude.

Your ships will turn around immediately and carry your soldiers back home, or everything you send will be destroyed. None of you intimidate me or Warlord Damien Dreadfire, and we hold no reservations about inflicting legendary pain upon you all. Against the Freekish Empire there can be no victory, and therefore you will either comply or die. No further warning nor instruction will be given.

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Alerick Fleshgrinder
-Deathklaat of the Advocate-

******************

Freekish tanks rolled through sections of Argyll, New Zurich, and Hillingdon that still had intact roads, and squads of troops swept and cleared buildings that were either not aflame or reduced to rubble. The aftermath of the air strikes and artillery barrages could be seen everywhere, as pools of human blood and meat littered the sidewalks and streets. Corpses that had been charred black and were still steaming littered the area as far as the eye could see, and a sickening stench of lingered about in the air. Wounded civilians could be seen crawling from large debris piles and down the very streets themselves, and those found were either run over by Freekish tanks, or butchered alive by the battle swords of the Sentinels.

Alerick was rather pleased as he observed the sheer scale of the carnage that was unleashed. The numerous heads that had been mounted on his tank was a grim reminder of the Freekish mission within British Londinium...purification by steel and fire. He glanced down at a large PDA that had a detailed map of the area and progress reports from field commanders, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a face starring at him through a still intact window. He snapped his head to the side and attempted to make out who it was, but the person had already ducked for cover.

You four, get in there and check it out. Alerick motioned for two Sentinels and two Fallen to enter what appeared to be daycare center that had luckily escaped the intense bombardments set forth in the early hours of the engagement. As the smashed the door in and filed through the main hall in pairs, the pointman for the first fireteam raised his hand and signaled that he had contact. He peered into the room and saw a middle aged woman huddled near a group of children, most no older than 9 or 10. The second fireteam ceased their tactical maneuvers and entered the room casually, the Fallen warriors chuckling at the sight before them. The two Sentinels nodded to each other and then to their comrades, flipping the selector switches on their assault rifles to automatic.

The chatter of gunfire bursts echoed out into the streets, and an amused Alerick smirked as he returned to his business of directing battlefield maneuvers. As the high velocity bullets cleaved through the flesh and bone of those huddled in fear, a thick spray of crimson fluid and chunks of human meat flew about in all directions and peppered the faces of the assailants. They exchanged laughs and high fives as they left the lifless corpses of their victims where they lay, limp and forever frozen in horrific positions as they vainly attempted to shield themselves from the leathal volley of bullets. They then exited the building and returned to their units, who had advanced several hundred yards further down the main strip of Hillingdon.

Soon news satellites would reveal images of Londinian soldiers who had failed to escape in time....images that had not been seen in many years. Alerick himself was overjoyed to see piles of severed heads still wearing their blue helemts laying about alongside mutilated bodies that often consisted of nothing more than a torso. Several soldiers had been hung from light poles with barbed wire around their necks, their lashed stomachs having spilled their intestines and other internal organs down onto the concrete below. The streets were a bloody mess, and all around the advancing Freekish hoard fires raged and screams of great suffering and unimaginable pain sang their praises.

Those do good fucks think they can simply storm into Londinium and take it away from me? Oh no, this is but a taste of what I can and will unleash, believe that. He grasped a phone receiver and held it to his ear, briefing the official on the other end of the situation.

All forces have reported that the neighborhoods and business districts they are entering are almost completely abandonded, and I guess they were either killed in the opening strike, or fled to the northern island. Stores and offices are being looted and burned down as you ordered, and we're making use of several key locations to allow us to bring our attack helicopters in and set up a forward base.

He paused for the reply, nodding his head in understanding of the orders being given to him.

Absolutely, we are prepared to fight them tooth and nail, no matter what. Trust me, if they're stupid enough to intervene, we'll reduce them to maggot food. The Artitsans have our back at sea, and our thrid detachment arrived and began unloading what they managed to bring, though additional manpower can never hurt.

I will send Warchief Vidimir to show these heathens I am serious about them keeping out of my new lands. The voice grew more menacing on the phone.

Understood Azrael, I will await his arrival and continue soaking up Londinian lands. I will be in touch.

Attention all Soviet, Ollie, and other insignificant scum who meddle in our affairs,

British Londinium belongs to us, and I'm afraid your efforts to delay the inevitable are merely in vain. You stand to gain nothing from sending your soldiers to die at the hands of the Sentinels, and you risk finding yourselves in a state of war with the Excessively Armed Empire the likes of which you have no hope of winning. Our military is too vast, experienced, and lethal for any to contend with, and I can promise you that all you will find in Londinium is death should you wish to intrude.

Your ships will turn around immediately and carry your soldiers back home, or everything you send will be destroyed. None of you intimidate me or Warlord Damien Dreadfire, and we hold no reservations about inflicting legendary pain upon you all. Against the Freekish Empire there can be no victory, and therefore you will either comply or die. No further warning nor instruction will be given.

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Alerick Fleshgrinder
-Deathklaat of the Advocate-


Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Whoever it may concern (Lord Dreadfire?); The Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek; The World
From: President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

Once again, the Freekians prove to be no better than animals, hell, animals only kill what they need to survive! That makes you and your kin even lower, at the level of cockroaches and bugs I would say.
Anyways, we are not scared of you, we know your threats to be true but rest assured that we dont lack the heart and goodwill to fight to protect integrity, innocence and life. We will continue operations in the area, to safeguard the population, help economy recover and allow the nation to rebuild.
Back down now, Lord Dreadfire, and you'll be allowed to leave in peace with the Soviets, if not, I'll be damned, but we wont allow this to continue.

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

Attention all Soviet, Ollie, and other insignificant scum who meddle in our affairs,

British Londinium belongs to us, and I'm afraid your efforts to delay the inevitable are merely in vain. You stand to gain nothing from sending your soldiers to die at the hands of the Sentinels, and you risk finding yourselves in a state of war with the Excessively Armed Empire the likes of which you have no hope of winning. Our military is too vast, experienced, and lethal for any to contend with, and I can promise you that all you will find in Londinium is death should you wish to intrude.

Your ships will turn around immediately and carry your soldiers back home, or everything you send will be destroyed. None of you intimidate me or Warlord Damien Dreadfire, and we hold no reservations about inflicting legendary pain upon you all. Against the Freekish Empire there can be no victory, and therefore you will either comply or die. No further warning nor instruction will be given.

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Alerick Fleshgrinder
-Deathklaat of the Advocate-

******************

No response had been received from Clandonians, but they also hadn't been shot from the air yet, so Colonel Vivaldi figured they were safe for the moment. Angling for the north island, towards the town of Waddington on his charts, Vivaldi pushed his speed. Suddenly another message came over the airwaves that chilled him to the very core. It was a message from the Freeks. After listening to the entire message, Vivaldi swallowed slowly and keyed his helmet mic to wing frequency.

"Well, you all heard it. The Freeks have thrown down an ultimatum. If any of you want to head home and out of harm's way, I won't hold it against you. I'm continuing on." He closed his eyes for a minute before looking down at his radar screen. The entire line of 286 planes was still behind him. He smiled softly. "Our way." He said softly, whispering the last half of the nation's motto as they continued on towards British Londinium. They would arrive within minutes.

People's Air Force Base Weston Zoyland
Near Kensington

Twelve B2 stealth bombers took off in the middle of the night, disappearing amongst the clouds, not a single external light to identify them by. Good thing airlines were too afraid to have flights.

Squadron Leader Peter Outerbridge sat in the cockpit of the lead bomber as it flew over Kensington. He could faintly see it out the window, but instead of a conglomerate of intermeshed lights, he merely saw darkness punctuated by red shadows cast over the once vibrant city. Outerbridge turned to his co-pilot. "Are we doing the honourable thing?"

"Honour? There ain't no honour in this war. The machine-guns killed it. And if the machine-guns didn't, then the artillery did. And if the artillery didn't, then this VX nerve gas sure as hell will," laughed the co-pilot.

"Heh," Outerbridge weakly muttered.

***

When the bombers approached firing range of Argyll, they launched 48 guided missiles loaded with VX gas at Freekish position.

"Fuck you, Automagfreek," shouted a pilot.

Transmission to British Londinium Forces
from the ANC Tueor - Aeronavy Caelapes

To whom it may concern:

Elements of the Caelapene Aeronavy are currently anchored 17 nautical miles north of your nothernmost island. We are requesting safe passage to and docking at a port of your choosing with the intent to assist in defense, evacuation, rebuilding, or any other activity your nation would have us partake in. There are 3,400 Caelapene soldiers on board our vessels ready to assist you.

Furthermore, we express our deepest condolences for the losses you have sustained at the merciless hand of Freekish forces.

Dum spiramus tuebimur.

Aerocolonel Matt Thompson
47th Aeronaval Liaison Group
Federation of Caelapes

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Transmission to Automagfreek Forces
from the ANC Tueor - Aeronavy Caelapes

We are holding course.

Aerocolonel Matt Thompson
47th Aeronaval Liaison Group
Federation of Caelapes

An official warning is sent via transmission to the foreign ministry of Olliesland. It requests simply for their immediate reversal in their aggressive and threatening maneuvers towards the nations of Automagfreek, a fellow Gholgoth state, or the intervening between the resolution of diplomatic quarrels between said state and British Londinium.

It would later be admitted that many within the Artitsan military hoped that Olliesland would disobey such a request.

Ollieland has made no moves towards Automagfreek. We have sent troops to protect the socereignty and freedom of Londinium. That Automagfreek is in Londinium is there decision, not ours. That they have invaded a nation that has not threatened or slighted them in any way is their decision, not ours. If they choose to engage our forces in the north then that will be their decision not ours. Automagfreek is accountable to the rest of the world as we all are. His bilateral actions fly in the face of common human decency and the majority of the world's nations will not and cannot be beaten when they stand for such ideals as we do. Your threats are inconsequential.

It is time to choose. To choose to follow the bully of Automagfreek, cowed by his threats and grandstanding, or stand together, as one, regardless of politics, race and religion. Automagfreek has proved, time and time again, that ANY nation can fall to the Sentinels. We choose to say no, and call on all the nations of the world to join us in saying no, and make our stand in Londinium.

Attention all Soviet, Ollie, and other insignificant scum who meddle in our affairs,

British Londinium belongs to us, and I'm afraid your efforts to delay the inevitable are merely in vain. You stand to gain nothing from sending your soldiers to die at the hands of the Sentinels, and you risk finding yourselves in a state of war with the Excessively Armed Empire the likes of which you have no hope of winning. Our military is too vast, experienced, and lethal for any to contend with, and I can promise you that all you will find in Londinium is death should you wish to intrude.

Your ships will turn around immediately and carry your soldiers back home, or everything you send will be destroyed. None of you intimidate me or Warlord Damien Dreadfire, and we hold no reservations about inflicting legendary pain upon you all. Against the Freekish Empire there can be no victory, and therefore you will either comply or die. No further warning nor instruction will be given.

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Alerick Fleshgrinder
-Deathklaat of the Advocate-


Ollieland has made no moves towards Automagfreek. We have sent troops to protect the socereignty and freedom of Londinium. That Automagfreek is in Londinium is there decision, not ours. That they have invaded a nation that has not threatened or slighted them in any way is their decision, not ours. If they choose to engage our forces in the north then that will be their decision not ours. Automagfreek is accountable to the rest of the world as we all are. His bilateral actions fly in the face of common human decency and the majority of the world's nations will not and cannot be beaten when they stand for such ideals as we do. Your threats are inconsequential.

It is time to choose. To choose to follow the bully of Automagfreek, cowed by his threats and grandstanding, or stand together, as one, regardless of politics, race and religion. Automagfreek has proved, time and time again, that ANY nation can fall to the Sentinels. We choose to say no, and call on all the nations of the world to join us in saying no, and make our stand in Londinium.

Base Omega-Alpha, West of Argyll

"Enemy missiles incoming. Getting AWACs to pinpoint the launch source with multi-static, probably some stealthy bombers, came from the north, most likely British Londinium orgin." Yelled one of the Radar Intercept Officers.

"Target aquired, launching SAMs now!" Yelled one of the Weapons Officers.

With a sound remincisent of a big rig tire deflating, 144 MIM-601M Starlance Medium Range SAMs lepted from their launchers in ripple fashion. The sound was quickly replaced with roars as the rocket engines fired up.

Soon afterwards, 4 F/A-84As were vectored in by two AWACs onto the B2 bombers using multi-static radar. The F/A-84As fired off four AIM-801IR 'Fire Strike' Intermediate Range Multi-Function Missiles at the B2s, they were homing in via semi-active radar from the AWACs before getting within 10km to home in on active radar.

Near Argyll

A smallish klaxon resonated throughout the B2's cockpit.

"Holy shit! Incoming missiles, bearing three three zero!"

"Evasive action!"

The B2s swerved fiercely, but to no avail. Skyian missiles slammed straight into the fuselages, destroying them all, but not before seven of the pilots, including the Squadron Leader, managed to eject from their aircraft.

Four missiles made it through the Skyian missile barrage, careening into the Argyll skyline, dispersing deadly VX nerve agent throughout the city. One more exploded over the Skyian base, dispersing the chemical as well.

Civilians started to drop like flies, clutching their chests. Hopefully the same was happening to the enemy troops.

OOC: It's up to AMF and I to RP wheter the missiles hit or not, let alone none were aimed at me.

Attention all Soviet, Ollie, and other insignificant scum who meddle in our affairs,

British Londinium belongs to us, and I'm afraid your efforts to delay the inevitable are merely in vain. You stand to gain nothing from sending your soldiers to die at the hands of the Sentinels, and you risk finding yourselves in a state of war with the Excessively Armed Empire the likes of which you have no hope of winning. Our military is too vast, experienced, and lethal for any to contend with, and I can promise you that all you will find in Londinium is death should you wish to intrude.

Your ships will turn around immediately and carry your soldiers back home, or everything you send will be destroyed. None of you intimidate me or Warlord Damien Dreadfire, and we hold no reservations about inflicting legendary pain upon you all. Against the Freekish Empire there can be no victory, and therefore you will either comply or die. No further warning nor instruction will be given.


The Colonel finished reading the enemies message.

"Well, men? What do you want to do? Run away with out tails in between our legs? No, I say we stand and fight. No more citizens will die at the hands of those fucking monsters!"

One of the junior sergeants, visibly shaken by th might of the Doomingsland army, piped up, "Comrade, I think we should comply. We are grossly outnumbered, and.."

The Colonel cut him off midway through the sentence. "Your a coward, a lowly coward. Can you look me in the face, Comrade, and tell me those pictures of men and women and children being shot and killed by those monsters doesn't affect you?"

"Comrade Colonel, while I may be junior to you, I am still the Task Groups political officer. Should I report back to the Party with an unfavorable report, you may be re-"

He didn't make it through his sentence, because the Colonel cut him off. "Comrade Sergeant", he said to one of the guards. "Bring this man to the temporary jail. Have him locked up and under guard. If we should retreat when Doomingsland attacks, leave him there. Maybe then he'll understand why we fight."

- - - - -
PRIVATE COMMUNIQUE
To: Colonel Sergetov
Re: Reinforements

The 2nd Land Division will be reinforcing your position. They will be escorted by the reinforcements coming in for the 1st Sea Division, and will land at your position. For the Motherland, Comrade. Fight those monsters!

Emperor Brant
Head of the Party

Attachment One
List of Reinforcements

2nd Land Division
Overall: 110,000 troops

-80,000 regular infantry, armed with AKRev-74 (modified AK-74), TP9 Pistol, Taurus Rocket launchers, light mortars, etc.
-7,000 infantry fighting vehicles, broken down into 3,000 BMPRev (modified BMPs) and 1,500 FAHA-1 (Fast Attack Heavily Armed) jeeps, and 500 BTRs.
-5,000 heavy tanks, broken down into 2,000 T-80s and 1,000 T-72Revs (modified T-72s).
-4,000 heavy mortars and artillery. 2,000 "Scorpion" 10mm 25 Pounders and 1,000 Paladin heavy mortars.
-3,000 engineers and tools -> Will build a temporary airfield, barracks, and other necassary buildings
-1,000 command units

ATTENTION FREEKISH:


http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=528650

Colonel Vivaldi and his planes arrived over Waddington in darkness. Vivaldi slowly started to put his plane into a circular pattern over the center of the city and switched his frequency to that of his escorts.

"IF-4s, make a low level pass over the city. Draw any enemy anti-aircraft fire in the area, see if the airport is still intact, and see if there are any other areas near population centers that have landing strips. Over and out." The Colonel heard eight separate "Roger"s, before seeing a squadron of IF-4s peel off and dive towards the city. Breaking up into two groups of twelve, the fighters raced over the city, the first group playing the "Wild Weasel" role, to draw enemy fire, the follow-up group to silence it. No enemy fire came on the initial pass.

"Colonel, the airport looks intact. Also, there is a highway by a large refugee camp... it looks wide enough to land on." The Colonel nodded slowly.

"Confirm the highway is stable as a landing strip?"

"Roger, sir. It isn't elevated, it's on the ground, a nice strip of land."

"Roger that, pilot. Get back in the skies and watch our backs."

"Yessir." The Colonel switched his frequency back so that all the planes would hear.

"Alright, boys, we're heading in. 3rd TTW, follow me to the airport. 4th TTW, head for the refugee camp. Fighters, maintain CAPs until we're ready to head out. And send a message back to command to request four cruisers to ferry civilians that get on the Federation."

"Roger that, sir." The fighter planes leapt up into the air, covering the ATTP-64s and they descended. Colonel Vivaldi lined himself up with a runway at the airport, using his search beams to light the area in front of him. He eased the plane down, and finally felt the reassuring bump as the plane touched down. Quickly, he taxied to the start of another runway to get out of the way, and lowered the back hatch. Four soldiers from the 3rd Elite Watch Brigade jumped out, scanning the area quickly before giving the all clear. Sighing as he leaned back slowly in his seat, the Colonel tapped his mic to reach the 3rd EWB Sergeant.

"Sergeant, get on the horn. Broadcast it in the streets. Let people know that we are here to get them out of here. And let them know if they want to leave, it'd be best to do it now."

"Got it, sir." Vivaldi witnessed the Sergeant run off and sunk back into his seat. This rescue mission had finally started.

OPEN MESSAGE TO LONIDINIAN AUTHORITIES IN CHELSEA

Airborne Rapid Reaction Force (ARRF) from Ollieland requesting permission to land. We are here to defend you from the Freeks.

We intend to land aircraft at the airport and airships around the city and in open spaces within the city (parks, sports stadiums, etc). Our engineers stand ready to fortify your defences and provide refugee relief. Seaborne reinforcements are en-route. Please reply on this channel.........



"Any response?"

"None yet sir. They should be receiving us, but we're not even sure whose in control down there, the original government or the provincial seperatists". Thats if ANYONE is in control, the Comms officer added to himself.

"Well keep trying. It might be bad form to land before we're invited to do so, but I sure havn't floated all this way just to turn round again." The Vice Air Marshall was getting jittery now. The sooner he landed his troops and handed over command to General Petrov the better for himself.

I'll post soon, please don't RP your planes landing just yet, as I haven't had a chance for the past few hours to post.

I'll post soon, please don't RP your planes landing just yet, as I haven't had a chance for the past few hours to post.

OOC: Who was that directed at? Me, or Ollieland?

LNV Tempest
Vanguard-class submarine
Black Gold Sea
Undisclosed Location, 20 km offshore Argyll

"Enemy troops?" asked the captain.

"No, sir. Satellite scans indicate a lack of enemy troops," replied the XO.

"Then let's do this."

The captain searched in the pocket of his uniform's black jacket, fishing wildly for the missile key.

"Where'd I put that damn key!?"

"It's around your neck, sir," sighed the XO.

"Ah. Good one."

The XO and the captain both plunged their keys into the appropriate slots, and twisted in unison. A panel marked "Ballistic Missile Control" illuminated.

"Spin missiles one through sixteen at designated coordinates."

"Aye, aye!"

Sixteen Trident SLBMs shot out of the choppy waters of the Black Gold Sea. Within minutes, 128 warheads brimming with ricin and anthrax separated from the primary launch vehicles, all heading towards bases on the southern island.

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Whoever it may concern; The People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

We have heard of your plight and rest assured that we are ready to assist you, as we speak, a task force is being prepared to depart for your nation, with an maximum ETA of two (2) weeks. Thus, we hereby require permission to land, as well as terrains to set a base of operations from where we hope we will able to coordinate the defense and, if possible, retaking of your nation for the good of your people.

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

QFT, BL, I need an official response.

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To our esteemed allies, TWSP:

Permission to land is granted. Please direct your troops to either the northern island or to the cities of Westminster and Waltham Forest in the south.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

OOC: BL, is Waddington alright, or would you rather have my planes and ships elsewhere?

OOC: Works for me.

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To our esteemed allies, TWSP:

Permission to land is granted. Please direct your troops to either the northern island or to the cities of Westminster and Waltham Forest in the south.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

Secret Diplomatic Communique

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To: Whoever it may concern; The People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

Understood, we have begun mobilizing our fleet, the following list contains it's effectives:

Duke Class BTN (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12468658&postcount=1)
-T.P.S. Red October
Aquilifer-class Command Carrier (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12048115&postcount=33) x 2
-T.P.S. Piett
-T.P.S. Lord Alexander
Indomitable Class Trimaran-Hull Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8739969&postcount=14) x 4
-T.P.S. Zeus
-T.P.S. Spartacus
-T.P.S. Claudius
-T.P.S. Augustus
Bergstein Class Light Frigate (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12331908&postcount=41) x 10
-T.P.S. Marx
-T.P.S. Chuikov
-T.P.S. Zhukov II
-T.P.S. Aszenmil
-T.P.S. Masala
-T.P.S. Olivo
-T.P.S. Martinez
-T.P.S. Giraudo
-T.P.S. Genzano
-T.P.S. Leonidas
New Socialism Class Battleship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12417719&postcount=205) x 5
-T.P.S. Socialism Prevails
-T.P.S. The Northern Baltic
-T.P.S. Ackistan
-T.P.S. Trivalvia
-T.P.S. Clandonian Defeat
Magna Casa Class Ballistic-Missile Submarine (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8740037&postcount=18) x 2
-T.P.S. Bringer of Doom
-T.P.S. Alexgrad
Blowpipe Class Attack Submarine (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8740037&postcount=18) x 3
-T.P.S. Neptune
-T.P.S. Abyss
-T.P.S. Dark Tomorrow
Konstantin Class Ballistic Missile Submarine (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12601305&postcount=1) x 6
-T.P.S Konstantin
-T.P.S Mikhail
-T.P.S Petrov
-T.P.S Gorbachov
-T.P.S Chromoy
-T.P.S Joseph

As well as several supply and tranport ships, upon landing, we'll set up a base and begin road-blocking the area to force the Freekians to stop their advance.

To: British Londinium

The Armed Republic of the Toori has offered to aid your nation in retaking the land which is rightfully theirs, in hopes of establishing future trade aggreements between out two nations. If you do not wish for our assistance, your wish is respected, however, do not again so ever blatently disrespect the Toori as you did moments ago. We are beginning negotiations with the Gholgothic nations, so I suggest you make your descition carefully.

-Preator Artanis-

Base Omega-Alpha, West of Argyll

"I've got a ballistic missile warning via radar, 20km off Argyll, haven't heard anything from the allies, and a bit too early to calculate course, I've got lock in case we want to down them." Yelled the RIO seconds after the missile launch, his voice would probably be horse later.

"God damn it, everything is going to pot today, launching the interceptors now!" Yelled back the WO.

Not a second passed before 32 MIM-171 Block B Piranha Theater Surface-to-Air/Anti-Ballistic Missiles popped out of their launchers in a manner not disimilar to the previous weapons.

They began rising at Mach 30 to intercept the SLBMs before they could get out of the atmosphere.

In space six anti-ballistic missile satellites began to prep for firing as soon as the missiles passed the 60km in height mark, any lower and it'd be uneffective.

A total of 3 missiles made it past the interceptors. They didn't last very long, not even 10 seconds against the onslaught of 20MW lasers descending from the heavens. The warheads, not blown away from their booster began to descend back into the atmosphere, several burning up and 3 falling into the ocean at least a hundred km out, poor fishes.

As a response to the attacks, all of the bases ABM systems went on alert status, instead of the limited alert status they were in before. Also, the 6th Naval Fleet continued it's trek up north to secure the coast from other firings and enemies, while the 5th Naval Fleet fanned out against a potential launch on the west coast. Rumors also had it that the 3rd Naval Fleet was enroute from Jupiter Colony and only a few days sail out of BL to the south, on board was the 18th Field Army, fresh and ready for action.

SIC:

Citizens outside Zypha Airbase were awoken in the late hours of the night..it was darker than usual as the moon was blocked out by heavy cloud coverage all that could be heard were the sounds of dozens of aircraft engines coming to life. Specifically the GL-113 super heavy bombers and their LU-45 escort fighters.
Squadron commander Captain Lewis was surprised at the unorthodox order to remove all imperial identification symbols from the aircraft and the pilots gear and instead were being fitted with a rouge mercenary identification, nevertheless he went along with orders.

After several hours of loading the heavy bombers with their 200,000kgs worth of payload, an assortment of incendiary, high explosive and bunker busting munitions they were finally ready to take off..their target would be the Praetonian base at Kensington.

"Alright fellas this is gonna be a quick in and out operation, from here on out its radio silence..climb to 16,000 meters and maintain cruising speed we'll approach over the Ganapati sea and turn back the same way, good luck men."

Lewis spoke out across the radio as the planes climbed just off the coast before heading off towards their target twenty-five Gl-113 and thirty-eight Lu-45's in all

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OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OF EZALTIA

To: Sir Alistair Davidson, The People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: Prime Minister Renee Valencia

Greetings from the United Kingdom. We have watched your plight against the barbarian hordes of Automagfreek, and wish to aid you in your defense. Too long have they rampaged unchecked throughout the world, spreading only chaos and despair. We would like to apologize for our conflict in Iragia, it was misguided judgement on our part. Please accept our most sincere condolences.

If you accept our aid, we shall need a airfield to deposit our men and materiel, and a suitable location to base around 200,000 troops, tanks, vehicles, artillery, etc.

Best wishes,
Renee Valencia
Prime Minister of the United KIngdom of Ezaltia
Vivat, crescat, floreat!

The Armed Republic of the Toori wishes to cooperate strategicaly with British Londinium, and any countries for her cause. Tell us where we may be of assistance. We wish to give militaristic aid in retaking British Londinium land of which is rightfully theirs.

-Preator Artanis-

Adiatorix Approaches North Island

The Indian Soviet fleet, still at a modest ten knots, has by now passed deep into the Pacific and looms not many miles over the horizon northwest of Northolt.

Below the waves substantial numbers of Ortiagon and Anunkai Class submarines begin to scatter across the theatre, running slow and silent.

In the skies the fleet's significant CAP is increased, Puffin strike fighters and Hobgoblin navalised air-superiority fighters supported by powerful shipboard Red Sky radar arrays and a number of long-range Morrigan AEW-UAVs.

Quite suddenly a fog engulfs the Soviets, rising up as if called by some ancient force of supernature to which these superstitious Celts are mysteriously linked. Then, emerging from it, a very modern source. One hundred and twenty WIG vehicles, most of them large Dwrgi and twenty of them monstrous 5,000 tonne Red Dragon, begin a dash to shore. Flying barely feet above the waves these machines make for Cambridge, the Dwrgis sprinting at more than 400kph while the Red Dragons make a frightening 640kph.

62,000 Soviet Marines and Gelert Sentinels and some 25,000 tonnes of vehicles, equipment, and supplies constitute the cargo of these WIGs, many of which are also heavily armed for self-defence.

Adiatorix sends to shore forewarning of his vanguard's approach and declaring that his forces will deploy to defend the north island wherever needed. It is made known, here and in the Soviet media, that the task force is presently not expected to engage any forces unless threats are presented against them or the people they come to protect.


(OOC: I haven't reliable internet access at the moment, and the weekend being what it is I'm not sure how much I'll be around, so I just wanted to get something posted now. Not sure how soon I'll be able to follow-up on it.)

Official Open Communique

To: Prime Minister Renee Valencia; The United Kingdom of Ezaltia,
President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

From: Prime Minister Darren Renner, The Reformed Democratic State of Naasha

Greetings from the Democratic State of Naasha.

We have been observing events unfolding in British Londinium for some time now and have noted your offers to deploy forces to counter the Freekish aggression in that area.

Be assured that you will have the full moral and financial support of Naasha in this conflict. Unfortunately we cannot deploy Naashan troops overseas to your assistance at present due to overwhelming public opinion, but we will honour our part in the Sussex Pact; any threat to Nova Europan soil will be met with an appropriate Naashan response.

We will be moving to an increased alert for the duration of this conflict and request permission to deploy F-22 squadrons at the NEA military bases established within your nations.

You have our best wishes in this time of struggle,

Sincerely,
Darren Renner,
Prime Minister.

Viletooth had retreated to Bonfaaz Burntfur's office by this point, which would otherwise have remained in a state of disuse until his return. He had hoped nobody would be able to discover him here and that everybody would assume he had returned home for a while, but alas the device akin to a telephone began to buzz profusely. Dropping the chunk of flesh he had just prepared to eat, Klarr grabbed the receiver roughly with his large clawed hand and brought it to his head.

"What?" he snarled into the microphone angrily. He really did want to remain undisturbed right now, and hoped his tone would discourage this call, but when he heard who was on the other side he became more accommodating.

"This is General Jeraa Redeye," the voice came through the receiver, in the same gruff tone the elderly Charr always seemed to use. "I have information regarding the conflict you asked me to investigate."

"Go ahead by all means, General," Viletooth said, calming.

"We have determined that there are safe locations for refugees to be evacuated to, however more pressing concerns arose shortly afterwards," the General explained.

"Such as...?"

"Nuclear, biological and chemical weapons, sir," the General said, with a note of finality.

"What?! Why would Automagfreek stoop so low, they are already victorious!" Viletooth roared.

"Not AMF, sir," the General corrected him. "British Londinium."

"On their own soil?" Viletooth exclaimed.

"They appear to be fighting a battle on two fronts now," the General told him. "Against AMF, and themselves. Rival factions have apparently taken the opportunity to vie for power in the country's moment of weakness. The nuclear device was deployed against themselves. The other dishonourable attacks were against AMF troops in the south. It is unknown how many British Londinium citizens are still alive in the south, but there are undoubtedly at least a few. Even the Sentinels are not that destructive to have completely wiped out all life, yet. It is a shame, had they not soiled their own honour, this could have had the potential to be a glorious battle. Now though..."

"So, they have deployed the most dishonourable weapons in existence against their own people?" Viletooth said. He was thinking out loud at this point. His original plan had been to use their - admittedly minor - influence to attempt to evacuate as many of the helpless as possible before they were slaughtered dishonourably, and if that meant feeding them into enemy controlled zones, so be it. Charrian warriors would have been operating under the assumption that even the Sentinels would not fire against them, giving them the opportunity to prevent AMF from dishonouring themselves even further by shifting the helpless out of the path of their onslaught. But now that the British Londinians were killing each other in the most dishonourable ways imaginable, the plan changed.

"Order the assault fleet to return home, warband and all," Viletooth said after a long, thoughtful pause. "Let them endure the fate that Automagfreek has laid out for them. They are no longer worthy."

"Understood sir," General Redeye said, and hung up promptly.

In a way, Viletooth was relieved. The plan was precarious, and now it would never be realised. He wouldn't have to deal with Burntfur's anger or AMF's political recoil, releasing him from two of his primary concerns at the moment. Nobody would ever learn of what they had planned to do, and he was glad of it. The British Londinians had tainted their own honour, destroyed any chance of survival they had, and saved Viletooth in the process. AMF's Sentinels would mow them down, and now they deserved it. In a way he was rather surprised; sometimes, politics did pay off!

Even so, Charrian warriors would not be present. AMF could easily handle the situation from here on out, and they would presumably revel in it, and unless that sure victory changed somehow the Charr would remain outside of this most dishonourable conflict.

He took the slab of meat from the desk and bit into it, a weight lifted from his shoulders at last.

Meanwhile, only having managed to get a few days away from Tyria, the rather large assault fleet destined for British Londinium received a recall order, and began procedures to slow down, come about, and return to base.

OPEN MESSAGE TO LONIDINIAN AUTHORITIES IN CHELSEA

Airborne Rapid Reaction Force (ARRF) from Ollieland requesting permission to land. We are here to defend you from the Freeks.

We intend to land aircraft at the airport and airships around the city and in open spaces within the city (parks, sports stadiums, etc). Our engineers stand ready to fortify your defences and provide refugee relief. Seaborne reinforcements are en-route. Please reply on this channel.........



"Any response?"

"None yet sir. They should be receiving us, but we're not even sure whose in control down there, the original government or the provincial seperatists". Thats if ANYONE is in control, the Comms officer added to himself.

"Well keep trying. It might be bad form to land before we're invited to do so, but I sure havn't floated all this way just to turn round again." The Vice Air Marshall was getting jittery now. The sooner he landed his troops and handed over command to General Petrov the better for himself.




The order had been relayed out by the Lord Marshall himself. Fighters from the First Chapter (360 in number) were to attempt to reach Olliesland transport aircraft before they could land. In an effort to prevent this further, along with any other reinforcements, several dozen EB-15's would strike from several different directions.

These heavy bombers would launch their 28 AM-98E's (Bunker Busters, or in this case, hanger busters) and 28 AM-98D's which drop smaller bomblets designed to destroy runways. **LINKY** (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12539835&postcount=32) at British Londinium airfields which were allowing aircraft to flow in. Unfortunatly this would hamper any evacuation processes, but such is life.

The 360 M9A8 Fighters would carry a pretty standard armament. Four USRAAM's (Short Range), ESRAAM's, EMRAAM, ELRAAM, and one Anti-AWACs missile which would certainly serve a large purpose in this engagement. Since the majority of Olliesland aircraft are large transports, at time is of a great essence, the Anti-AWACs missiles would allow a much longer ranged and faster strike, preventing the transports from effectively preserving their cargo by landing. Hopefully though, if they do land, the large quantity of cruisemissiles flying in would complicate their arrival.

The Artitsan planes were supported by their own AWACs aircraft, the JB-15E. These aircrafts would help guide the cruisemissiles, and provide accurate target data on the Ollieslandian aircraft. Unfortunatly, organizing 360 aircraft plus AWACs support and a coordinated bomber strike takes a lot of time. Chances are, the planes would land long before the Artitsan Fighters ever arrived. In such a case, a further 240 M7A3 'Boars' would accompany the fighter craft. The M7A3 was an exceptional light bomber, carrying powerful cannons, guided bombs, unguided bombs, rocket pods, maverick style missiles, and etc. They would make short work of any transport craft parked on a tarmac that had survived the cruisemissile strikes.


Attention would turn to TWSP soon enough, when their intentions became clear. For now it is only thought that they act to secure their own resources in British Londinium... but should they turn aggressive towards Gholgothian forces...

ooc: Olliesland: I will post my fleet maneuvers, but I need to know from which direction your fleets are heading from, and at what distance they are from the island. I would say mine are just rounding the Northern Island, heading north-west @ 28kts roughly 320km from the island itself.

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The dogs of war
1 June 2009
From financier.co.rsp

How the Second Londinian War started - and why it may not finish soon.

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The current war in British Londinium has a weary familiarity to it. The countless lives lost, the exodus of refugees, the annihilation of a whole nation has happened just as it did in the First Londinian War, when the Sovereign League deposed of a tyrannical fascist dictator.

But this war, for one, isn't as clear cut as its predecessor. In 2006, the conflict began when dictator James Swanner announced a programme of mass infanticide throughout the country. But this time, British Londinium seems to have been randomly assaulted by Automagfreek, one of the brutal and bloodthirsty nations ever to ravage the face of the planet. But like all nations, Automagfreek had reason to invade.

In launching his blitzkrieg, Lord Dreadfire was merely doing what Gholgoth always does: fighting the Sovereign League. Both Prætonia and Clandonia Prime, it appears, have a significant interest in the region, with Prætonian business having invested over five hundred billion denarii into the Londinian economy, and Clandonia Prime relying on cheap Londinian petrol to fuel their economy.

To much of the world, that looks like a crazily disproportionate response. And so it is, measured against British Londinium's offence of supplying Sovereign League nations with energy. But measure it against the threat that Automagfreek feels from such actions and it may not be. From that perspective, this war did not spring from nowhere.

But the war has had far more repercussions than anyone could have guessed. The United Kingdom shed off the cloak of monarchy for that of parliamentary republicanism during the confusion caused by the death of most of the royal family. Two provinces (Palatine and Cion) in the north have decided to rebel against the new British Londinium, prompting a costly military campaign that's already claimed over one hundred thousand civilian lives.

The world can no longer watch idly and provide comforting words of support. It is time for action. The international community must stop British Londinium, a relatively innocent nation, from becoming the battlefield for the Gholgoth-Sovereign League struggle.

"Men, we all must get into orbit, remember, we no longer use sea going vessels." Shouted Commander Hell Blade to his elite warriors in their MK23 "Chosen" battle armor. "It will only take us a few hours to get our Orbital ships in range for our Battle-Ox dropships, So be ready!"

They began filing in to their Battle-Ox transports to make their way into orbit.
Each soldier checking Thier battle armor and weapons. The basic infantry in MK12 "Centurion" armor, with the abilaty to resist even 50.calibre fire and RPG's. Each of them equipted with the M40 Haunter rifle, its defining roar gave it it's name. The M40 has the manouverability of an M16 with the power of a 50.cal, and basic ammunition are exploding shells.

Jump infantry in their MK31 "Vulture" suits sharpen their Talons for combat. The MK23's are Heavy suits that can move and can carry heavy weapons with ease. These armor systems could only be taken out by tanks.

M10 "Leviathan" Battle Tanks rolled out of their bases and into specialised shuttle craft to take them into their ships. along with many other vehicles.

"The Freeks shall know the meaning of pain..." said Hell Blade to himself...
"Men, we fight for Three things: Honor, Glory, and most importantly..."

All men aboard ship: "For the Greater Good!!!"

The Orbital ship "Harbinger" shuddered to life...as the Black fleet released their sat-docks...

The Tash are ready for war.

Artanis paced back and forth across the bamboo floor of Command Post designation: Tau 8-5 as he read a brass colored data-pad, of which he held loosly in his four fingered hand. As he swivelled a circular toggle on the side of the data-pad around clockwise, the symbols on the screne dissapeared, and made way for many new ones. Artanis looked up from the datapad, annoyed, gasing across the shady bamboo platform toward the beautiful clear waters of the Reconaissance Islands. This passified his mind, and calmed his thoughts, as he gathered what he had just read in his mind, strategizing, pondering his next move. He then turned to a human figure, clad in dark charcoal, metalic armor, wearing a black tactical vest, and a mk. VII tactical helmet consealing his identity. He stood there with his arms crossed, looking out to sea in a different direction, as he stood relaxed over an oddly shapen table, projecting a holographic image of the surrounding area.

"Colonell McBride, have the British Londinium humans, or any of their allies responded to our telegram?" Artanis said, turning to the dark figure as he adjusted the stance of his double jointed legs on the creeking bamboo platform.

The figure remained silent for a long second, then responded without facing Artanis, "No sir. The only responce we have receaved resently are the Gholgoth nations taunting us, calling us cowards."

The two stood silent, both of them thinking the same thing, until the dark figure spoke.

"Sir, if I may ask, have we contacted the South Lizasaurians about this?"

"With the conflicts they are having with their nations government as of now, I do not think it would be wise to involve our brothers." Artanis responded, turning back toward the ocean.

"I know what your thinking sir. Your wondering if we should realy be involved, am I right?" the human asked.

"You are most correct. Why, what say you of it?" Artanis asked, while raising his hair-less eyebrow.

"Personaly, if we just let this conflict go, I mean, the British Londinium islands arent very far from us or the 8th continent. The Gholgoths are a proud warrior people, much similar to us, however, their actions claim their intentions: expansion. We can either do one of two things: 1- hault their expance, or 2- use it against the Gracians. It may be beneficial if they land on the 8th continent." said the Colonell.

Artanis looked at him with optomism, "Your suggestion has much merit! I do believe this could be the key to finaly ending this exausting and everlasting conflict with the Gracians! But we must consider the fact that their expance may not cease at the fall of Gracia, and its incorperated states."

Several VT-901's lifted off from the transport ships of the Iron Fleet. These aircraft closely resembled a V-22 Osprey, but had a much larger liftfan above the body of the aircraft, and several large jet engines. It actually seemed closer to a beefy helicopter. There were roughly six of these aircrafts flying in formation approaching the northern island of British Londinium.

After several minutes, the group split, flying much lower to the ocean, and towards the approaching land mass. The aircraft carried fireteams from the 2nd SARTF regiment, Artitsa's special forces team. They would land at five seperate locations between Chelsea and Oxford, with a sixth landing close to Northolt. The team's main purposes would be to locate the hidden airfields that had launched the B2 bombers, and also any missile fields.

The going would be dangerous, but they would be prepared for any fight.

ooc: Olliesland: I will post my fleet maneuvers, but I need to know from which direction your fleets are heading from, and at what distance they are from the island. I would say mine are just rounding the Northern Island, heading north-west @ 28kts roughly 320km from the island itself.

OOC Artitsa I have TGd you my MSN want to talk?

Having had no reply from the city of Chelsea the air armada moved in. The aircraft moved in to the main airport to land, Paratroopers exiting the airctraft as they landed and immediately setting up a perimeter around the main apron, moving into the airport complex to make contact with the local authorities. Following the transport aircraft came the combat aircraft of the 1st Colonial Air Force ARRF Air Combat Corps, comprising 10 Operational Combat Sections, a total of 3000 SZ11 Twin Tail fighters and 3000 SZ3 Skyshark Fighter-Bombers. Engineers and Airmen disgorged from further transports racing to expand the runways and provide room for the aircraft and for the 2nd Corps, waiting to land.

Throughout the city every open space was being approached by an airship. As they landed they opened their massive cargo doors, R120 Puma armoured cars and Z61 Regus light air-portable tanks exiting and heading into the nearly deserted streets. All had loudspeakers repeating the following message;
“Londinians we are here to protect you. We are here to protect you from the Freeks. Any civilians wishing to leave, please had for the Ollish airship transports. They will take you to safety. Londinians we are here to protect you…..”

South of the city more airships landed in the heaths and farms outside the city. Troops exited to form a defensive line across the heel of the boot that was the north Island.

50 SZ17 Galaxy transport aircraft had peeled off from the armada and headed back out to sea. As they past the city’s main port, 4,000 paratroopers began to fly from them. They headed down around the port, a large portion of them into the sea itself. These were the men of the 2nd Regt, 1st Commando Division of the Colonial Marine Corps, Ollieland’s special forces. Their task was to secure the port and it’s facilities.

All these men looked around nervously, awaiting the response of the locals to their presence…….

Chelsea

It was a pity that the radio transmitters weren't working, for if they were, the Chelsea Civic Police would have realized that the incoming Ollish were not allied with Gholgoth, but rather part of a humanitarian force. So, lacking this knowledge, the orders from Kensington still stood to militarize and be responsible for the defence of the cities in the lack of military troops.

Approximately seven hundred constables were concealed in various buildings, armed with Heckler & Koch G36 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heckler_%26_Koch_G36) hid in the buildings. A megaphone blared, "All civilians proceed to the Ollish aircraft. Remain alert."

Terrence Air Force Base

Captain Barnett sat with the rest of the force's squadron commanders in the ward room they had taken up as the operations officer spoke with them, "Greetings, gentlemen, as you have already become aware of, the nation has gone to shit around us and there's little we can do. Orders have come down from central command and we're not to support or interfere with the current Freek operations in-country, the squadrons are merely to continue their combat air patrols and help the Cravanians should things go South for the base. Any questions?"

"What are rules of engagement up there?" Asked Barnett as he took notes from the white board with other instructions.

The S-3 officer replied, "You are not to actively engage a contact until the Capricorns have declared them an enemy and vectored in against our aircraft, we're here to help out the men and women of Cravan, a thanks for letting us use their pretty base. Anything else?" He asked and after hearing silence dismissed the pilots as they returned to their respective squadron areas, each unit preparing for their time in the air.

Barnett walked through the corridors as a pair of pilots from another squadron looked over a newspaper and chatted, "Can you believe this shit?" Asked one of the officers.

"I can, those Freeks are fucking hardcore," Replied the second pilot as he took a drink from his Styrofoam cup of coffee, "Not to mention they're not right in the head anymore, you look at a Freek the wrong way and they go fuckin' jihad on you."

The captain shook his head as he continued on, reaching the open air as he boarded a waiting Kitsune armoured car with bold font "ARAF-SF" insignia of the Air Force Security Forces, the car filled with pilots and occupied with armed airmen in the standard woodland combat uniforms purchased from the Army.

Staff Sergeant Greg Hamilton clutched his G100 Rifle as the Kitsune started across the tarmac, another squadron was launching for its time on patrol as the aircraft from the last started landing. Refugees had been lining the fences of the base since the beginning of the conflict, sparked by Automagfreek's snap blitz from the Silver Sky bases, and the trouble had not stopped with the Eurasian surrender. All flights out of the base home to Aequatio had stopped other than the necessary resupply flights that would occur should the aircraft begin to fight against any of the factions present.

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Firebombing Ravages Refugee Camp

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B-52 bombers under Palatinian control firebombed a refugee camp near Oxford, killing two hundred thousand.

The ghastly assault was carried off in the middle of the night, as a refugee convoy carrying 50,000 displaced persons was arriving at the camp.

Sir Alistair Davidson has condemned the actions of Palatine, calling them "barbaric" and "unbecoming". In response, the People's Sovereign Republic has launched an attack on Sandhurst in an attempt to recapture the city.



Story from LBG NEWS:
http://news.lbg.co.rsp/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/bl_news/564315.stm

Published: 2009/05/31 10:33:24 GMT

© LBG MMIX

Throughout the city every open space was being approached by an airship. As they landed they opened their massive cargo doors, R120 Puma armoured cars and Z61 Regus light air-portable tanks exiting and heading into the nearly deserted streets. All had loudspeakers repeating the following message;
“Londinians we are here to protect you. We are here to protect you from the Freeks. Any civilians wishing to leave, please had for the Ollish airship transports. They will take you to safety. Londinians we are here to protect you…..”

OOC I don't think your police are deaf as well as incompetent

Artanis stepped out from underneath the thatched roof of the CP, and took a breath of the sweet smelling, late spring air as a cool breeze fluttered through the thicket surrounding him. A short vine of kar'awa'h berries fell at his feet. He grasped them and secured them into his satchel as he walked back over to the tactical holo-table where Colonell McBride stood, his arms still crossed. Artanis punched in commands on the consul infront of him. Proceeding this, the table once more flickered to life as he toggled through the various settings. He selected the communications uplink that was networked to various Disturber class friggates the Toori had in orbit. The holographic image of a Lizasaurian figure came before him, as it rubbed its long, scaled snout, still un-aware of Artanis's viewing him.

"Corperal Deiks. If you would be so kind as to relay a hale to the Sovereign League's communication network." Artanis requested.

Startled, the Lizasaur responded as he haistily typed in commands on the consul infront of, and beside him, "Oh... uh... yes sir. It'll be up in just a sec here... uhh,"


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*Meanwhile, the communications hail punches into the Sovereign League comm. network, sending the hail to all Sovereign League nations currently listening.*

OOC: Crap. Didn't read that. Fixed.

OOC: Crap. Didn't read that. Fixed.

Ta

Admiral McClusky’s fleet had received his reinforcements, and even he was surprised. Under his command he now had over 2/3 of the Colonial Navy.

+++ MOD FLASH MESSAGE TOP SECRET GOLD MESSAGE CO EYES ONLY+++

Admiral McClusky you are hereby named as Commander in Chief Ollish seaborne forces in Londinian theatre. Under your command are placed 1st – 100th Battle Groups, 1st – 100th Air Carrier Groups, 1st – 48th Amphibious Assault Groups (carrying 1st – 8th Colonial Marine Corps Assault Divisions), Legion Etranger d’Ollieland Marine Assault Regiment (and attached naval units), Colonial Navy Medical Group, Colonial Navy Auxillary Transport Group (carrying Ollish army 5th and 8th Armoured Corps) and ½ of Colonial Navy Submarine Group. Your task is to deliver land forces to Chelsea and to destroy any opposing forces. ROE state a no-fire-first policy. Good luck and god speed.

Total naval forces

- 75 x Constellation class dreadnoughts
- 25 x Antietam class battleships
- 75 x Nanticoke class aircraft carriers
- 25 x Saugerties class aircraft carriers
- 200 x Randolph class heavy cruisers
- 200 x Ithaca class light cruisers
- 800 x McDonaugh class ASW frigates
- 880 x Johnstone class AA destroyers
- 800 x Wixted class stealth frigates
- 800 x Seminole class corvettes
- 40 x Swiftsure class aircraft carriers
- 40 x Praeton class missile cruisers
- 200 x Piranha class missile boats
- 4 x Pasteur class hospital ships
- 16 x Curie class medical ships
- 320 x Hatchett class large container ships
- 320 x McIntosh class freight ships
- 320 x Gabin class ro-ro ferries
- 16 x Lord class landing ships
- 8 x Valley class landing ships
- 16 x Ungforth class landing ships
- 22 x Quay class landing ships
- 24 x Normandy class armoured troop transports
- 100 x Ossippee class special ops boats
- 500 x Skipjack class nuclear attack subs
- 100 x Stalwart class nuclear missile subs
- 80 x Bolash class diesel attack subs
- 80 x Insurgent class special ops subs
- 16 x Julianus class missile subs
- 24 x Stalin class troop transport subs
- 1,000 x Smith class replen ships
- 150 x Aylesbugh class sub replen ship

OOC stats for all these ships can be found at the Portland Iron Works

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Chelsea Airport

General Petrov had commanderred a 4x4 he had found on the apron and taking several command staff with him headed towards the tower. All around him was the hustle of activity as CAF airmen prepped the grounds for operations and Marine and Army paratroopers grouped up and prepared for action. He arrived at the tower to find a compnay of paratroopers having problems controlling the crowds in the terminal, all desperate to leave Londinium under the assumption the Freeks would head north. Seeing one his Colonels take up a loud hailer and begin to address the crown he continued on his way.

The door to the control tower was opened by a Corporal who ripped off a smart salute to the General who returned at before surveying the room. In a huddle were several Londinian civilian staff wearing earpieces and headphones.

"My names General Oliver Petrov, Airborne Rapid Reaction Force, Ollish army. I'm sorry to say gentlemen we are taking over your aiport to provide for security for this region from the Freek threat. Now, who's in charge here?"

"I...I am," a shortish man replied. "Bill Friedman. What do you want?"

OOC: Oy, BL, I need someone to respond to my ship's transmission or else they're going to be anchored out in international waters for the rest of the war :p

"I...I am," a shortish man replied. "Bill Friedman. What do you want?"

"Mr Friedman, first let me assure you we are no threat to you. Our intention here is to secure the area and protect the citizenry from the Freeks. To that end we need to take over this airport to facilitate our arrival and provide an airbase for our paratroops and combat aircraft. We have technicians to run the airport and we are prepared to evacuate you and your families to Ollieland if that is your wish. If you wish to stay however that is your choice. What say you?"

"We go. The city's been preparing to evacuate for the past day or two. We're ready."

Artanis waited as a few minutes passed, and once again accessed the tactical holo-tables consul. The same Lizasaurian figure appeared on the screen, only this time he appeared to be more attentive.

"Corperal, have you hailed the Sovereign League's communications network yet?" Artanis asked, suppressing the urge to tap his foot, which he often did while impatience was within him.

"Yes sir. I sent the hail on the correct frequency, but I haven't received a responce." the Lizasaur reported as he viewed a heads-up-display over his consul.

"Send another hail, only this time use the Disturbers jamming devise to amplify the burst." Artanis said. 'That should grasp their attention.' he thought to himself.

"Aye sir. Sending amplified hail burst in 4... 3... 2..."

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INCOMMING TRANSMISION

CLASS: Hail

ORIGIN: Armed Republic of the Toori

"We go. The city's been preparing to evacuate for the past day or two. We're ready."

"Thankyou Mr Friedman, rest assured you'll be well looked after."

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Lt Peter Baydis, Air Portable Batt, 2nd Airborne Regiment, 15th Airborne Division, peerd down from the top of his Regus tank. They had patrolled for about 15 minutes, and spotted only about 20 or so people. They had all been pretty friendly if scared, and seemed only to glad to head for the airships. However, what he was looking at now was concerning him.

"Corp, brown building ahead left, movement on the third floor, can you pull us closer?"

"Yes sir"

The tank rolled forward and Lt Baydis picked up his field glasses to look at the window. The volume on the speakers was full blast, almost deafening. There was definitely movement, the outshape of a figure with a firearm. Police? Rebels? Government soldiers? He'd need a closer look.

Official Open Communique

To: Prime Minister Renee Valencia; The United Kingdom of Ezaltia,
President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

From: Prime Minister Darren Renner, The Reformed Democratic State of Naasha

Greetings from the Democratic State of Naasha.

We have been observing events unfolding in British Londinium for some time now and have noted your offers to deploy forces to counter the Freekish aggression in that area.

Be assured that you will have the full moral and financial support of Naasha in this conflict. Unfortunately we cannot deploy Naashan troops overseas to your assistance at present due to overwhelming public opinion, but we will honour our part in the Sussex Pact; any threat to Nova Europan soil will be met with an appropriate Naashan response.

We will be moving to an increased alert for the duration of this conflict and request permission to deploy F-22 squadrons at the NEA military bases established within your nations.

You have our best wishes in this time of struggle,

Sincerely,
Darren Renner,
Prime Minister.

Official Diplomatic Communique

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To: Prime Minister Darren Renner, The Reformed Democratic State of Naasha
From: President Alejandro Aszenmil; The Socialist States of The World Soviet Party

Thanks for your support, of course you are granted permission to operate in the NEA bases, but rest assured that we are trying to keep this as bloodlessly as possible, if anyone attacks first, it'll be the Freekians.

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

Task Force "British Independence", South of British Londinium

The soviet ships moved as fast as they could over the high seas, their destination was British Londinium, a nation that had been ravaged by war and it's people nearly exterminated by the hordes of Dreadfire. They were not alone, however, from the whole GASN membership, only one ally had dared stand up against AMF, the Ezaltians, which had rightfully accused the rest of the GASN of being "puppets" and only thinking about their interests.
The combined fleets might not account to much, but even if they were all killed, it would prove a point, that Nova Europans did not stand for genocide and pillaging.

Duke Class BTN "Red October"

"Admiral, we are approaching the Southern Coast of BL, the troops are ready to disembark and set the base as soon as we hit the docks, the Naval Air Force can begin creating an air perimeter to keep all and any Freekian aircraft from entering the area. But tell me one thing, is Operation "Lost Innocence" a go?"

The admiral looked at the commander straight in the eyes, he was a tough man, and he had been put in charge of rescuing the crew of the Zhukov when the Clandonians sunk it, he was also the one in charge of leading the fleet, and the Soviet Flagship into the battle ahead.

"Yes Commander, it's a go, now go ready your men, tell them to get a good night's sleep, because tomorrow the fun ends"

Chelsea

"Shit," whispered Inspector Appius Flavius, crouched behind a window, clutching his assault rifle in his sweaty hands. He looked down at the megaphone he had. Appius slowly reached for his radio, whispering, "Inspector Flavius to command, requesting instructions, over."

"Ask for identification, over," the radio crackled back. He signalled to the rest of the men building, who quickly cocked their weapons.

The inspector grabbed the megaphone, and said, "This is the Chelsea Civic Police. Are you Ollish troops? Identify yourselves, please."

Peter nearly fell off the tank.

"Corp kill the fucking noise!"

The speaker cut out as Baydis looked up and began to shout.

"My name is Lt peter Baylis, 15th Airborne Division, Ollish army! We are here to protect you!"

OOC: Oy, BL, I need someone to respond to my ship's transmission or else they're going to be anchored out in international waters for the rest of the war :p

OOC: Sorry. It's hard to see every post.
IC:

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To Caelapes:

Your vessels are granted permission to enter Londinian territorial waters.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

Chelsea

"Roger that!" the megaphone blared. "How can we help?"

"Please come down and talk to us!"

Lt Baydis radioed in to the HQ at the airport. Hopefully they could post out the civil police with military units ib the city to prevent any "misunderstandings".

The steaming canisters of VX landed all about the 167th Heavy Assault Brigade as they worked to keep Argyll secured in anticipation for foreign retalliation in the coming days and weeks. The Sentinels, having learned lessons from the invasion of The Kraven Corporation, were in NBC capable uniforms and face masks, and were unfazed by the toxic clouds of death that swept through the streets. GAS! GAS! Screamed a Freekish officer as he fumbled for his gasmask after seeing several unprotected Freeks drop to the ground and thrash about widly as their bodies convulsed and were finally relieved of life.

It was unclear who had fired such weapons into Freekish ranks due to the lack of any hostile military presence on the south island. The attack was shrugged off, though the loss in life would be avenged the moment a suitable target presented itself. However, most of the Londinian cities had been evacuated and deserted, allowing Freekish fast attack units to enter with little to no resistance whatsoever. It was almost eerie to see once bustling cities reduced to nothing more than ghost towns, but Alerick was quite impressed at how fast the Londinians were able to evacuate. Aside from the first three cities initially targeted, the remaining cities both large and small were still largely intact and devoid of death.

As tanks rolled through the pristine streets of Stirling, Hammersmith, and Manchester, Freekish troops began pillaging and burning any storefronts they could find. Looting of grocery stores was quick and complete, for the bland taste of MRE's grew old after days of consumption. Freekish flags were hoisted from every flagpole and all across the vacated and newly secured territory, cries of victory rang out. It had been a quick blitz with a great deal of bloodshed, but with foreign armies intent on arriving in Londinum to unseat the Freekish occupiers, the prospect of a semi less destructive war shrank.

Additional troops unloaded themselves from their ships under Alerick's orders, and every last piece of hardware was offloaded and sent across the countryside to bolster tank, artillery, attack helicopter, and aircraft units for the pending assault. Vidimir Breathstealer, hero of the Kraven War, would soon arrive with a full Freekish battlefleet and a full detachment of soldiers. This sudden surge of Freekish presence was a show of force, though rumor persisted that a combined Gholgothan fleet was massing to stamp out any attempt to unseat Alerick and his men from the newly acquired territory. The Deathklaat was up to speed on the discussions taking place between Freekish diplomats and the rest of Gholgoth, and he felt a great wave of relief rush over him as he began plotting his defenses accordingly.

The pending massive surge in Freekish forces would see numbers reaching levels that had rarely been seen for operations this small. With toekn deployments of 200,000 from several nations, it was quite clear that at the current moment the Sentinels were outnumbered, but their experience and superior traning would easily tip the scales in their favor. There had been next to no losses save for the random VX gas attack, therefore Alerick's current detachment was more than a match for anything that could be thrown at them. The forthcoming deployments would be an insurance policy and would send a clear message: you fuck with the Empire, you die. End of list.

Onboard The H.M.S Elizabeth

Admiral Adam Henry was now in charge of Operation aid and order to try and give aid to BL citizens and to help keep justice in the country.He was in the tactic room with his top aids."Sir we are now two miles from Bl coastlines".The Admiral nodded,"Edwards I want our sped to go down to ten knots and send Sir Alistair Davidson a message on our arrival.Ewards nodded and ordered for the sped to decrease.He then sent a message to Prime Minister Sir Alistair Davidson,

Private Message to Sir Alistair Davidson,

Sir we are now near Bl coastlines and we will be landing shortly.Sir Prime Minister Tom Howard has stated you are now in command of us for now and we aare now waiting for your orders and where to go.

Signed,

Admiral Adam Henry

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Official Imperial Communiqué

The Imperial Monarchy of Alacea

To: British Londinium
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Whereas our nations may not see eye to eye on every issue, we can not sit back and simply watch your nation be brutally destroyed by Freekish campaigns. President Gardispici has decided to make his last major political act to be the offer of 100 Billion USD in aid and 5,000 medical doctors. We wish you luck.

Salutations,
Alexander Salem
Minister of Foreign Affairs

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

Alacea:
I cannot thank you enough for your aid. It will go to good use.

UK2:
Please direct your aid to Newcastle on the southern island.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

Hell Blade looked upon his mighty Battle armor clad bretheren. all would soon see battle in a matter of hours.

Tele-screen message--
To Londinium: "Greetings, I am commander Hell Blade of the Tash varian military. I am also the ruler of my proud nation. We offer our condolances for all of the innocent lives lost in your nation. We wish to avenge them all...every poor soul who has died fighting the Freeks. The way they conduct war makes me sick, it is dishonorable, and must not go unpunished!"

Hell Blade paused, looking again at all the men and women who wold go and give their lives to ensure another nations freedom.

"You have our support, we will fight with everthing we've got. We are very technologically advanced when it comes to warfare and space exploration, in fact we now have been using them together."

Hell Blade stood aside and revealed a Holographic field on the table. "We will assault from orbit, using specially crafted drop ships designated 'Battle-Ox' and before that we will give the Freeks a preliminary orbital bombardment.

Whether or not you want our help is irrelevant...we will fight the Freeks"

Hell Blade finished putting on his MK-13 Centurion Battlesuit like his basic infantry wore. He holtered his pisotl and sheathed his warp blade.

He turned to all his Bretheren in the great ship they sailed in known as the S.S. Blade of Woe and began his speech.

In the end, the great ship rumbled with the unison cry of "Kovash Tau'va!"

Waddington

"Move, move, move!" Colonel Vivaldi yelled at the citizens as they trotted on the runways. "Get into the planes, come on! We don't have a lot of time!" Over 13,500 citizens would be evacuated in the initial of two flights of transport planes, but they wouldn't be back for almost the entire day. These 13,500 might be the only ones they were able to get out. A Sergeant came running up to him, out of breath.

"Sir, the Federation just called. She's here sir, with her helicopters, the Savior, and the Obliterate." The name of the last ship rocked Vivaldi back on his heals.

"The air-defense cruiser... my god." Vivaldi shook his head slowly. "And the other cruisers, for transport, what about them?"

"The Swift, the Slash, the Parry, and the Marathon are all en route, and should arrive within the hour."

"Excellent. Good work, Sergeant. Let me know when we're ready to leave."

"Sir, yessir." The Sergeant saluted and dashed off again. Vivaldi pulled himself up into the cockpit of his ATTP-64 and keyed his radio.

"Attention IF-4s, attention IF-4s, I need to know if any of you can fly an ATTP-64 transport aircraft, over." Silence, most likely confused silence, reigned for a few seconds before a crackle came back over the radio.

"I... I can Colonel. 1st Lieutenant Harmon Wallard, sir."

"Excellent. Wallard, I want you down at the airport, ASAP. We'll be switching spots."

"Sir? Sir, yessir." Wallard sounded confused but signed off. Vivaldi smiled to himself. He may be able to strike a deal to keep his pilots safe and pull more civilians out yet.

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Fifteen minutes later, Colonel Terry Vivaldi was strapped into his commandeered IF-4 "Phoenix" fighter/interceptor. As soon as Wallard had landed, he had all weapons removed from the aircraft, along with extra fuel filled. He taxied to the runway, butterflies filling his stomach. Still, he knew this was what he had to do.

"Vivaldi, requesting take off."

"Granted, Colonel. God speed."

"Just get those civilians out of here and get back as fast as you can, soldier. There are others that need our help."

"Roger that, sir." Vivaldi saluted his plane and gunned the afterburners, streaking down the runway and into the sky. He zipped up into the air and turned towards the south island. Rapidly approaching the plane's top speed of Mach 2.35, he smiled grimly and keyed his microphone to broadcast on all channels.

"This is Colonel Terry Vivaldi of the Ambrose-Douglas Air Force to any Automagfreek forces that can hear me. I am currently flying an unarmed IF-4 interceptor heading towards the south island. I am leading a humanitarian mission to evacuate civilians ahead of your advance. I wish to talk with whoever is leading your assault. Please respond." Hitting the stop button, Vivaldi listened for a moment and then pressed send, sending his recorded message out again, repeating, hoping someone would respond as he streaked towards the south island.

Landing at Newcastle

H.M.S Elizabeth reached land and opened it's doors.12,000 peacekeepers, 2,000 police officers, 9,000 relief workers and 13,000 doctors came off the ship and to the coastline.After that millions of packs of food and water also came off the ship.Adm.Henry would now need to send a message to the mayor of New castle on how aid should be given out.The relief workers started collecting the packs and make sure everything was right and well.They had three jet airplanes ready to evacuate citizens if needed.

Message To The Mayor of Newcastle

We have now landed and ready to help.Please tell us your needs in aid and we will get everything ready and enter your town.

Signed,

Admiral Adam Henry

Heavily Encrypted Message
To: Alerick Fleshgrinder, Deathklaat of the Advocate, Automagfreek
From: Saigo Hashimoto, 5th Theater Force, Skyian Army

Too long have we sat idly and safely aside as we watch your forces rampage throughout the island. We sat with the comfort that Automagfreek will be able to defeat anyone who dare comes. However, with the intrustion of more and more nations into this war, many of the commanding officers, and myself, are beginning to look down upon ourselves as cowards by not partaking in combat.

It was the attack on Argyll and one of our northern bases that help to make up our minds. We cannot sit idly as the war rages around us. The eye of the storm only holds over a certain area so long, the same goes with this war, we will only be safe for a small amount of time before the enemy strikes, but we shall strike it first.

I have been given authority, from the Madame President herself, to place ourselves under your command, all 1,898,000 men of the 5th Theater Force, 8,672 planes of the 25th and 26th Air Force Divisions, and 3,184 ships of the 2nd and 3rd Expeditionary Armadas are yours to command.

What are your orders commander?

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Skyian Military Bases, British Londinium

The Skyians knew they were in for a fight of their lives. Even before the message had been sent all 50 divisions with the country were gearing up and heading out of the base to make room for the 50 other divisions being shipped/flown into the various bases, they began to patrol areas not being patrolled by Automagfreek forces. The 2nd Naval Armada headed up the west side of the island towards Hammersmith to provide artillery support for the Freeks, as well as watching for landing forces while the 3rd protected the bases near New Zurich and Westminster.

Four-hundred and sixty Panteran ships slipped into the southern Black Gold Sea, nearly half of them transports, laden with men, guns, armor, vehicles, munitions, and medical supplies. Above, a number of of fighter-jets defended the mass of ships as they steamed toward southern British Londinium, and their designated landing zone, while beneath the wave, a large screen of subs silently probed the depths around the fleet.

Upon making their landing and disembarking the roughly 100,000 Reavers, the ordinance was unloaded and hurriedly prepared to move. Batallions were put in order, legions lifted their standards, and Pantera's presence in the BL-theater was established. Offshore, the Reaver fleet maintained stern vigilance in the air and below the waves, watchful and waiting for the chaos to begin.

One of the first Reavers to set food on British shores was the commanding Lord of the Fleet, the youthful and impetuous Jorai Brax. His landing was followed by a frenzy of orders and activity, but he soon left the ground once more as he was choppered into Westminster to discuss his warriors' deployment with Alerick.

Still nearly two days sail away, a second Reaver fleet steamed watchfully toward British Londinium's southern waters. A multitude of AA guns, advanced artillery, more supplies, seven heavy carriers and all their accompanyment, and a further sixty-five-thousand Reaver ground-troops, all hungry for battle with the enemies of Gholgoth.

President Holden Reid stepped off Air Force Eagle Alfa after it taxied into its position at Bomfy Memorial International Airport, once outside of Magna Casa, now surrounded by the urban sprawl of the city. Almost immediately, the president was brought before the snap press conference right in the terminal he called for from the flight, returning from ULE City in Automagfreek, after speaking with Dreadfire personally.

"My fellow Aequatians and citizens of the world, I come before you now to pledge the Republic's support of the Empire of Automagfreek's operations in Eurasia with the deployment of Aequatian Armed Forces to Terrence Air Force Base and then to the troubled Southern island. Thank you, there will be no questions."

Reid finished before being escorted by Republic Security Forces guards and exiting the terminal for his return to the Ebon Tor.

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Hawker Air Force Base, Arrio, Aequatius Prime

The massive C-181A Starlifter II and C-5G Galaxy II transport aircraft lifted off the tarmac of the base with machine-like timing as they hauled the bulk of equipment for the 1st Brigade, 4th Infantry Division (Light) along with 2nd Battalion, 1st Special Combat Applications Regiment (Airborne) for force reconnaissance and special actions in OPERATION: STALWART KNIGHT, or the Aequatian action in Eurasia. In a number of hours, the soldiers would be on the tarmac at Terrence Air Force Base in Kensington and then deployed from there for the coming deployment across the sound to the North coast of the Southern Island.

Island of Ganapati (The Southern One)

Fifty B-52 bombers flew towards Argyll, covered by over two hundred F-22 Raptors.

"Show no mercy," the wing commander had said. "Let's show these fuckwits some pwnage."

That message had been taken to heart by the pilots, with each bomber containing three MOABs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MOAB) each.

As they flew over Argyll and the Skyian bases, 150 MOABs plummeted towards the earth.

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OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OF EZALTIA

To: Sir Alistair Davidson, The People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: Prime Minister Renee Valencia

Greetings from the United Kingdom. We have watched your plight against the barbarian hordes of Automagfreek, and wish to aid you in your defense. Too long have they rampaged unchecked throughout the world, spreading only chaos and despair. We would like to apologize for our conflict in Iragia, it was misguided judgement on our part. Please accept our most sincere condolences.

If you accept our aid, we shall need a airfield to deposit our men and materiel, and a suitable location to base around 200,000 troops, tanks, vehicles, artillery, etc.

Best wishes,
Renee Valencia
Prime Minister of the United KIngdom of Ezaltia
Vivat, crescat, floreat!

^easy to get lost in the waves of posts. :)

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To Ezaltia:

Your troops have authorization to be deployed. We thank you wholeheartedly for your assistance during this period.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

Terrence Cravanian Air Force Base, Kensington, Eurasia

The scene was all too familiar for Lieutenant-Colonel Nicholas "Falcon" Jones, his battalion had been deployed to Eurasia not too long ago in support of the G.A.S.N. operations that had taken place during an internal conflict. Sergeant-Major Jason Rottman, the battalion's lead enlisted man and close comrade of the colonel walked alongside him and the battalion's S-3 officer, Major Tina Schwarz, all three had donned the new Universal Disruptive Pattern and held a common weapon between each, the G101 Carbine with customized sights and accessories as they assembled the battalion's three rifle companies before preparing what would be needed for the airborne assault to the area just outside Newcastle and, including parachutes, ammunition, map and navigation hardware diagnostics, rations and water and other necessary equipment for extended operations before the rest of the brigade would be brought in via airlift from Terrence AFB.

Jones shrugged his arms through the parachute's pack, thinking of having to jump over the same island as before, not far from the original area of operations. He checked the canvas weapon holder and secured his carbine as he, along with his headquarters company, boarded one of the MC-130Q Eagle Talon special operations transports along with the other companies embarking theirs. The vector towards the landing zone would be cleared by the Air Force F-28A Black Eagle fighters, monitoring the set course using their RADAR suites and with the help of E-14C Capricorn AEW&C aircraft to scan the skies. With the fighters and tracking aircraft already in the air, the Eagle Talon transports lifted off the tarmac of the base and in unison banked to bring their cargo of paratroopers to the Newcastle Area of Operations.

Newcastle

Everyone started walking and carrying packs of everything.Over 36,000 of all the helpers entered the town.It quiet and nothing was going on so Admiral Henry ordered for relief tents to be set up quickly.Sixty peacekeepers put up road blockers to the way for anybody to enter into the town and they start guarding.Admiral Henry and four peacekeepers got into a armoured jeep and started driving into the town.Admiral Henry had a speaker with him and started talking into it,"Citizens of Newcastle due to the violence going on in British Londinium The United Kingdom2 have sent aid to help you,we have aid tents ready and we are now waiting.I want everyone to follow this jeep that leads to the tents,thank you".Admiral Henry ordered the jeep to start driving up to the tents.

OOC: BL, you gotta give someone a chance to intercept aircraft before you magically appear over my base and drop bombs. Also, B-52 can't carry moab, only the C-130 can, I'll let it go this time.

IC:

Skyian Military Base Omaga Alpha, West of Argyll

150 SAMs rippled off and headed for the B-52s, while another 300 SAMs threw themselves at the F-22s, vectored in by AWACs who put themselves out of the range of the F-22s missiles.

F/A-84s also came into the fray, medium range missiles hurtled themselves at the F-22s as the F/A-84s skillfully flitted around them outside their detectable range like shadows, only showing up when firing before disappearing.

Most of the MOABs were shredded by AA guns mounted on ADVs and IFVs and point defense weapons mounted on the ground, their explosives scattering in the wind and becoming impotent, or exploding in the air. One of the MOABs landed on the runway, luckily only a few fighter bombers were nearby, minimizing losses as the blast only blew out some doors and windows.

Another MOAB hit, decimating an ammo dump and fuel depot. The fires would be raging for a while, but they were isolated from the rest of the base.

The raid caused 60 confirmed casualties, 50 lethal, with 10 personal MIA, probably lost in the flames.

More F/A-84s and AWACs were called up to patrol the northern part of the southern island to take out any craft trying to penetrate. [OOC: Actually RP them trying to penetrate next time.]

More F/A-84s and AWACs were called up to patrol the northern part of the southern island to take out any craft trying to penetrate.

OOC: You've already got one guy incoming, unarmed, broadcasting in the clear.

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OOC: You've already got one guy incoming, unarmed, broadcasting in the clear.

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Since he's unarmed, I'd ICly let AMF take care of him. Not my jurisdiction.

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Prime Minister Getting Slammed over The BL Crisis


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UK2 Peacekeepers patroling in Newcastle

Today as the United Kingdom2 entered the British Londinium crisis the british public have started riots and in Parliament the Prime Minister is getting attacked.The reason why this is happening is peacekeepers had been sent to a town in Newcastle and now the Prime Minister is nowthingking about sending soldiers to help British Londinium.Leader of Her Majesty's Royal Opposition Elizabeth Bowles stated that and I quote,"The United Kingdom2 have already sent peacekeepers.Enough is enough if the Liberals want bloody war go do in a playground".The Prime Minister stated the peacekeepers just arn't enough to help British Londinium during this current war.Riots have also spread across London and half of England allready.The Prime Minister stated in a White Palace Press Conference that these peacekeepers are doing there job by keeping peace and the people of there nation should be proud of them.The Prime Minister is now planning a 56.9 billion pounds aid packet to British Londinium which he is being slammed by all parties and even some members of the Liberal party.The Prime Minister also stated he will be planning a tour of Newcastle this following weekend.

The massive armada of transport aircraft touched down one by one at the Londinian airbase, wheeling across the tarmac and unloading their cargo. Jeeps, trucks, tanks, APCs, howitzers, and thousands of soldiers were offloaded as hundreds of fighter and bomber aircraft landed behind the transports. In addition to the actual fighters were hundreds of tons of food and medicine, thousands of support personnel, and millions upon millions of bullets, shells and missiles, ranging from the 5.7x28 fired by the E-57 service pistol to the massive 300mm rounds used by the Behemoth III heavy tanks. To the untrained eye, it was a scene of utter madness, but every Ezaltian had a specific task in the deployment.

The man in charge was Marshal Alfred Mohamworth (http://arablondoner.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/1981-muhammadali.jpg), a veteran of Hataria, Iragia, and Naasha. He winced as the landing gear on an AC-130 gunship collapsed upon landing, sending the aircraft skidding off the runway and grinding to a halt on the grass, flames leaping up from the fuselage. Three crew members leapt out, one of them rolling frantically to extinguish the flames on his backside. A fourth emerged soon after, but barely got ten meters before the gunship exploded, sending him flying a further twenty meters before hitting the ground again with a wet splat. Ambulances and trucks hurried towards the wreckage as the surprisingly cheerful pop-pop-pop of rounds cooking off reached the Marshal's ears. Mohamworth sighed. Accidents happened in war, and the first five casualties has just been witnessed.

OOC: I'll post my exact ORBAT later this evening.

Dozens of General Resources personnel were fleeing in the limos they were constructing in British Londinium. Their cars were filled with refugees and headed north toward rumors of Olliean forces. These were the newest, most luxurious, and most heavily armored limo General Resources were producing, the GRMD Imperium, and they had survived the occasional attack due to the heavy armor plating.

The factory workers had either spray painted Leafanistani flags on top and on the side, or strapped images of it on the vehicles. The ride would have been comfortable and relaxing, if it wasn't for the fact they had to dump the internal hot tubs installed on the ultrapremium models for extra space to hold native factory workers and their families. The Limos were mostly women and children, other cars reserved for the men. Few were heavily armed, most had tiny 9mm revolvers from a security cabinet. In the front and rear of the convoy of vehicles, an ancient Sungri Scout, in the Navy Blue and Gold of the General Resources corporation, with an equally ancient RPK-47 as its armament.

They were close to Chelsea and radio chatter had picked up. It was mostly short range traffic, like walkie talkies. They decided to take a chance.

"This is a refugee convoy, we are a mix of Leafanistani Citizens and natives. We are looking for friendly forces to evacuate us. Does anyone hear us?"

A G4M6 bomber on patrol has just spotted the Panteran fleet in the Black Sea, radioing into a submarine squadron which confirmed it. The Clandonian's did not want to start war with Gholgoth and there were hidden cogs wirring hoping for a confrontation between certain nations that would alter the balance of power for two alliances. The information was rapidly relayed to Clandonian forces in Kensington and the Admiralty back in New Danskeran.

"Possible enemy forces sighted four hundred kilometres West of the Southern Land Mass in Black Gold Sea. Reports have indicated that they are not targeting, us."

The radio officer finished the communication to the listening parties powering down the satellite transceiver, the aircraft had done its job and needed fuel it flipped its wings in a friendly gesture to the newcomers that they meant no harm before turning forty five degrees for the flight back to RCAF Kensington. At the base it self more forces had been ordered in, Clandonian F-36 Gladius ground attack aircraft and SB-22 Sariel bombers for possible use on rebelling cities joining the already FB-401 Bird of Prey and F/A-22 Strike Raptor's of the deployed RCAFBL. General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett had requested the 2nd Expeditionary Force Army Group to support current forces who were out numbered with the marauding rioting civilians and the loss of Praetonian forces in Kingston the General wanted NBC gear to be taken to St. Andrews to capture the city or seize property of Crown possession of of considerable monetary of cultural value. Already crate loads of gold bars, silver wear, electronic goods, cars, museum pieces were waiting to be flown out to be placed in the safe hands of the Clandonian government to pay off those companies that had lost property.

As Clandonian NBC teams shifted through the remains on the burning outskirts of Kingston taking air and soil samples to determine the origin of the device, the tests were proven to be weapons of Londinium causing relief that Ghologthian forces had not attacked the North yet. Fleeing to their awaiting Merlin helicopters before the hoards of civilians tried to reach them, fearful of attacks that had occurred on other aid workers.

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More forces deployed to British Londinium as Gholgoth threat grows

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Clandonian Officers at afternoon tiffin in Kensington, even with the war going on Clandonians still carry on with tradition

From the New Clanon City Times
Front Page

The government announced late Friday night that another two hundred thousand troops will be deployed to British Londinium as the situation grew worse with a nuclear device being detonated killing nearly one hundred and fifty thousand Praetonian troops. The country is believed to be splintering apart with Gholgoth forces seizing large parts of the South Island with cities falling beneath the destruction and indiscriminate killings of civilians. The government said in its statement that General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett head of Clandonian forces in the country has been tasked to take the city of St. Andrews in a strategical position for the stepping stone to Monegasque which is only a few hundred kilometres from the Southern city of Newcastle which was expected to fall quickly despite peacekeepers from United Kingdom2 being sent.

Defence Minister Lord Harrington met with his counterparts from the official opposition to discuss a cross party bill support for war funding of two trillion Crowns to made available with a further ten encase of all out war. On the international arena various nations have rushed to offer support against Gholgoth with the latest in a line of diplomatic crisis with The World Soviet Party leaving the Global Alliance of Sovereign Nations putting the GASN-Gholgoth Mutual Defence Pact in jeopardy and exposing the alliance to its true colours of being a puppet of Automagfreek. Sovereign League officials declined to comment with Clandonian Foreign Minister Sir Alan Philips flying to Praetonia and Questers to speak to the governments there to discuss a possible action plan and for a possible worse case scenario. Experts on Gholgoth and Automagfreek say they will be unlikely to go into conflict with the Sovereign League over such a small affair. Sovereign League forces would likely control the North Island with the Gholgoth and NATO forces controlling the Southern landmass.

When the demand from the Clandonian Business Initiative was made to the government many did not expect anything to materalise with talk of job layoffs and increase consumer costs because of the losses made in British Londinium. The government announced that compensation from products and valuable resources had been taken and would be distributed as compensation to those affected companies. Business leaders welcomed the mood saying it restored their faith in the government. The war has been good news for Armament industries with Clandonian Aerospace and Imperial Clandonian Munitions stock increasing promising excellent quarterly returns for share holders. Gains were also made in ship building, nuclear industry and the petroleum sector as the Crown navy protects the vitally strategic oil fields in the Black Gold Sea which lies in between the North and South.

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Official Clandonian Response

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Open Declaration on behalf of the CFBL:

As the head of His Majesty's armed forces in the region I would like to announce that Clandonian forces are moving into take the city of St. Andrews as it descends into anarchy and to avoid a repetion of the events in Kingston. I advise all civilians to leave and give a warning to those who will resist the allied forces, you are prolonging the anarchy and violence which fuels Ghologths imperialist advance in the South. The Sovereign League only seeks to help and protect civilian life and property, co-operate and you shall be free. If their is resistance then the strongest steps will be taken to eradicate it which may cause collateral damage, this is why I am ordering all civilians to flee St. Andrews and head to the pre-arranged evacuation and refugee centres where you will be given food and shelter.


God Save the King

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General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett VC KCB DSO, Commander of Clandonian Forces British Londinium

44 kilometres Northwest of Newcastle, Eurasia

The green "Go-light" on the inside of the MC-130Q Eagle Talon's cabin as the Air Force staff sergeant loadmaster and jumpmaster as the battalion's troopers filed out of the aircraft and their parachute canopies opened as the sky filled with descending soldiers, drifting towards the ground. Colonel Jones watched the open field approach as his feet hit the ground and he entered his roll, the canopy collapsing to the ground as he gathered it up and detached his harness and removed it. He set it all on the ground alongside his now empty weapons container as he now held his carbine and loaded it with a fresh magazine before seeking out his command section, including Sergeant-Major Rottman as he helped Delta Company's platoons ready themselves before moving towards the city.

High above, F-28A strike fighters circled in a holding pattern, equipped for close air support with 450-kg laser-guided weapons and their 25mm vulcan cannons, they could be on station and rolling in on enemy positions within ten minutes of a call from the ground forces. In addition to these aircraft, others were on combat air patrols linked to the E-14C airborne early warning and control aircraft, should any Eurasian fighters attempt to intercept them.

OFFICIAL MESSAGE
To: Clandonia Prime
Re: Joint Op

If you would like, we can have our 2nd Ground Division (20,000 troops) help with the liberation of St. Andrews. Our HQ is two kilometers from the city of Sandhurst, and is safe from attack. For now.

We were planning on attacking St. Andrews, so that we may land our ships there and have a staging area for further attacks. If you so comply, we will send our troops in the attack on St. Andrews with your soldiers.

Colonel Sergetov
Head of Task Group 2

Attachment
List of Units

8,000 infantry
5,000 BMPRevs (advanced BMPs)
4,000 T-80s and T-72Revs (advanced T-72s)
2,000 mortars
1,000 engineers and command units (in T-90s and various building equipment)

OFFICIAL MESSAGE
To: Clandonia Prime
Re: Joint Op

If you would like, we can have our 2nd Ground Division (20,000 troops) help with the liberation of St. Andrews. Our HQ is two kilometers from the city of Sandhurst, and is safe from attack. For now.

We were planning on attacking St. Andrews, so that we may land our ships there and have a staging area for further attacks. If you so comply, we will send our troops in the attack on St. Andrews with your soldiers.

Colonel Sergetov
Head of Task Group 2

Attachment
List of Units

8,000 infantry
5,000 BMPRevs (advanced BMPs)
4,000 T-80s and T-72Revs (advanced T-72s)
2,000 mortars
1,000 engineers and command units (in T-90s and various building equipment)

Secure Transmission to Theoroshian forces:
From: Clandonian Joint Land Command HQ, RCAF Kensington

Your offer is interesting but we feel it would be better if you took the town of Monegasque with your small force. Clandonian forces will be overkill combined with yours yet our fleet can not land more forces as they are deploying to secure Kensington. If you land at Monegasque we can provide local air cover and naval gun fire support from several nearby battlefleets.

God Save the King

Lt. General Sir Kevin Darling

Newcastle

Adm.Henry had arrived just in time to meet with Commander Mitchell of The UK2 Armed Forces.Both of them went into a tent to start talking.UK2 police were now on the streets of Newcastle asking people to leave there homes and make way to the food tents to get a meals.A few UK2 ground troops had arrived also and started building up the city's defences just incase the enemy attacked.Two jet planes had allready landed ready to take citizens to a safer place in the country.

Meanwhile Adm.Henry and Commander Mitchell looked over the maps of the city and the defence plan just to make sure everything was in order.They were making plans for a quicker escape route for citizens if the city was attacked.Both men were scared since they heard no word from any ally soldiers on there radios informing them of anything.The last word they heard was from Prime Minister Sir Alistair Davidson and that worried them the most.They wondered if they would be ready for an attack with only a few soldiers with them.

Near Newcastle

The Air Force Special Operations Command EC-130Q Commando Solo aircraft flew in a orbit of Newcastle as it initiated its broadcasts aimed at the United Kingdom forces deployed on the ground, on a wide spectrum of radio frequencies, they played the following recording as read in a calm, collected voice:

To all United Kingdom personnel on the ground in and around the city of Newcastle,

The city and its surrounding area of operations is now under the mandate of the Aequatian Republic Military Forces and your presence is disruptive to our current operation in protecting the city and its citizens from harm at the hands of a currently incapable government and irresponsible foreign accomplices such as Clandonia Prime and Praetonia. We have special forces on the ground already with additional forces inbound, this and complete control of the airspace around the city will assure your destruction if you resist our demands, your continued use of your aircraft has been at our mercy alone and it is here again. We offer you this one chance to surrender your positions, your soldiers will be treated as per the Geneva Conventions and will be repatriated to your home country as quickly as possible. The Aequatian Republic does not wish to fight a prolonged conflict and inflict casualties on your forces, surrender now and you will live.

Along with the broadcasts, special leaflet canisters were released by Air Force BA-74A Arrow light bombers as they passed over Newcastle, the leaflets raining down on the city's citizens and soldiers of United kingdom2, they gave instructions as to the surrender procedures.



SURRENDER PROCEDURES

If you want to save yourself comply with the following:

1. Remove the magazine from your weapon
2. Carry the weapon upon your left shoulder, pointing the muzzle downward.
3. To assure us of your sincere desire to save yourself, please place both hands above your head.
4. When approaching Aequatian Forces locations, do so slowly, any person ahead of the group raises this leaflet above his head.
5. This will affirm your desire for safety. Hello and Welcome!

HBC Online - Breaking News

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President of the Chamber of Representatives Ignác Codreanu,
still filling in as acting Chancellor, visited a Royal Marines base
in Sandrin. He announced that the United Realms was
increasing its presence in the battle-torn
United Kingdom of British Londinium.

Codreanu Sends in Military
Chaos spirals out of control as factions battle each other; hundreds of thousands dead

The operation originally billed as a "peaceful humanitarian exercise" is now to be expanded to included hundreds of thousands of Royal Armed Forces personnel for an indefinite period of time. In response to the deteriorating security situation in British Londinium, President Codreanu ordered fifty-thousand Royal Marines to the so-called "Oxbridge Line" to help restore order. The marines will join the nearly 10,000 RMCC and Royal Army personnel that have already deployed to the area. The force will be tasked with preventing any additional violence along the lines of the Oxford massacre.

The decision to deploy additional troops came after a forces loyal to a provincial government bombed a refugee convoy near the northern city of Oxford. Sectarian violence has drastically risen since the initial surrender with tens of thousands dead in fighting between the central government and rebels. President Codreanu said to the departing marines, "The Royal Armed Forces must ensure the safe passage of innocents from the warzone to safe areas outside the country. Our forces in the area must be able to protect innocents from all aggression and for all hostile forces, no matter the side."

It is unclear how much support the escalation will find in the Royal Senate or general public. Already anonymous sources in the Department of Defense and Intelligence say that Defense Secretary Sir Geoff Kirkssen is opposed to sending any more Hamptonian into the combat zone. A senior assistant in the department told HBC that, "most senior leaders in the DODI don't see a good reason why Hamptonian men and women should be sent into harm's way. If the Londonians won't fight for themselves, why should we fight for them?"

Newcastle

Commander Mitchell and Adm.Henry came out of the tent.UK2 Peacekeepers and UK2 ground soldiers looked out.They didn't know what these soldiers were saying since the Bl Government were control them for now and had sent them here.Commander Mitchell started speaking though his speaker,"UK2 peacekeepers are under control by Prime Minister Sir Alistair Davidson which sent us here for peacekeepering and aid.I want to meet with the man whihc is leading this right away.


OOC:We have no aircraft here and BL Government sent us here so we are not leaving.Read the posts.

Lieutenant-Colonel Jones sat in his fighting hole on the headquarters company's section on the line with the rest of the battalion as his corporal RTO relayed the message that the UK2 forces had not accepted the offer of surrender provided by the Air Force EC-130Q plane or the leaflets dropped over the city. He sighed as he signaled for Rottman as the sergeant-major fastcrawled over to the fighting hole, "Rotty, they refused the offer, that means we have to go down there," He said, meaning the gentle downward hill leading into Newcastle.

"Righto, Nick," Replied the sergeant-major, "let's get these boys and girls on the move then," He said as he rose from the hole and linked back up to his section, who would join the headquarters company in the coming assault. Colonel Jones removed his maroon beret with the SCAR badge on it and put it away in his pouches as he placed his Spider-silk fibre helmet on and fastened the strap to his chin as the battalion's three companies marched forward, the artillery liaison officer walked alongside the commander, his radio linked with the battery of eight M343 155mm guns a few kilometres behind the Para Battalion's position, fast-assign target reference points ready for use should they need to be called in on the enemy. The soldiers were ordered to march in a staggered line formation towards the city to present the UK2 soldiers with the image that the Aequatian soldiers did not wish to fight but hoped that their officers would be wise enough to surrender, within twenty minutes, the Paras would be at Newcastle's outskirts.

A final transmission was broadcast from the EC-130Q:



To the Commanders of the United kingdom2 Force,

Your refusal to surrender to our forces leaves us no choice but to bring about your destruction, we offer you a final choice;

Surrender now and save yourselves, see your homes and families once again!

OOC:What don't you understand when I just send BL sent us here.

Commnader Mitchell then ordered for the letter sent to them by Prime Minister Sir Sir Alistair Davidson.He then shouted out to them,"Like I said before Prime Minister Davidson is now controlling us in this mission for now.If you need more prove ask him yourself".






The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

Alacea:
I cannot thank you enough for your aid. It will go to good use.

UK2:
Please direct your aid to Newcastle on the southern island.

Sincerely,

The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

OOC: I still need the political map, since Imageshack is not working for me.

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The party's over
1 June 2009
From financier.co.rsp

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The People's Sovereign Republic intensifies their counteroffensive in the Second Londinian War.

Despite the fact that most of the 1.44 billion citizens of British Londinium have either fled the nation entirely or taking refuge in a number of refugee camps scattered in the north, the PSR is taking the war against Gholgoth to a new level.

Defence Minister Elliot Crompton announced today that the People's Corps of Engineers would be erecting a "Victorian Wall", a string of reinforced concrete pillboxes to be bult along the beaches, or sometimes slightly inland, to house machine guns, antitank guns, and light artillery. Furthermore, minefields and antitank obstacles are expected to be planted on the beaches themselves, and underwater obstacles and mines planted in the waters just off shore. The Victorian Wall will be based off the original "Londinian Wall" built during the Swanner era, making construction far easier and quicker.

At the same time, the MoD announced that it would be stepping up chemical and biological attacks on enemy troops located in the southern island. Reports of nuclear silos preparing for a barrage have begun to circulate, though the government vehemently denies this action.

But just because the government is stepping up assaults does not mean that it wants to. Sir Alistair Davidson announced in a speech last night that "British Londinium continues to lobby for peace" and that "we are more than willing to negotiate a ceasefire."

***
Devonport Naval Base
"What are we doin', Vladimir?" asked a private, Tiberius.

"Don't be stupid; we're going to fight those asshat Sentinel-thingies," Vladimir replied.

"I know that, Didi. But c'mon. We're going to our deaths. It doesn't matter what we do. We're going to die."

"Don't say that, you'll ruin my morale."

"Didn't you see the footage? They had a freaking soldier hung with barbed wire and his entrails splattered on the ground beneath him. I don't wanna go against that."

"Just shut up."

As the conversation continued to go on, the four hundred thousand man-strong invasion force left Devonport, their destination Newcastle.

OOC: BL, I need you to post your political map here, I cant access the one on your factbook because imageshack is not working for me, I cannot land and start operating until I get that map.

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The Reaver forces east of Westminster began their move northward early, their gear ready for combat and their morale high. The early success of the Freekish invasion had left the roads open and the countryside free of resistance, so the Panteran forces made good time en-route to Manchester, in the west.

The closer they came to the city, the Reaver infantry advanced ahead of the armored columns, gas-masks in place. The city, before the armored units trailed into it's streets, was eerily silent. Doors were kicked in and a few citizens rousted from their homes, but on Lord Brax's orders their property was mostly respected, and only those that offered resistance met harm.

The Panteran fleet was into the Ganapati Sea and steaming for Manchester by the time the ground units had arrived in the city. A screen of nearly sixty submarines spread along the coastline, the fleet's ships moored or moved to defensive position, and soon Panteran pilots were in the air, familiarizing themselves with the skyline and keeping careful watch for enemy incursions.

Brax himself was choppered north, to learn the layout of the southern approaches to Winchester, and then across to Winchester. It was a brief enough flight, given the area involved, but by the time he had returned to his defensive position in Manchester, now bristly with AA, SAM, and swollen by the arrival of the Panteran forces, he felt eager to meet the coming onslaught. The ground was most favorable for defense.

In Pantera, more men and munutions were nearly ready to embark, though the Lord Reaver had made clear that these would not be commited unless requested by Brax personally, but were instead a reserve.

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

Open Declaration:

I hereby request, nay, implore, that the leaders of the Gholgoth nations enact a ceasefire so that our governments may negotiate a peace treaty.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

OOC: BL, check your TGs.

"Ahahaha! They think the Gholgoths will do what?"

The General would usually slap down the Colonel, except this time he agreed. "The Londiniums feel that a cease fire is necassary."

"After what they did?", asked a junior officer. "Hell, Comrade, we'll revert to capitalism before they sign a cease fire."

*****

Secure Transmission to Clandonian forces:
From: Theoropian Ground Command HQ, Somewhere near Sandhurst

Although we wish to help, your advice is sound, Comrade. We will divert our forces towards Monegasque. There, with ours and yours naval support, we will take and hold the city. It too is a port city, so therefore a strategic objective. Good luck, Comrades.

Colonel Sergetov
Head of 2nd Task Group

*****

The plan was simple.

First, a battalion (1,000 men) would attack on the eastern part of the city, with light mortar support. Artillery firing from the peninsula would then fire into the northern part of the city, aiming for outposts and vehicles that would be observed from the sky by the Backfires. Then, two battalions of tanks would sweep from the north, attacking the city from that direction. Then, a battalion of tanks would join the eastern side and push its way through. When a weak spot was found, three battalions of infantry accompanied by two battalions of tanks would spearhead there way through the break, taking and holding the city.

Orders began to move out, and things started moving. Distant fire, which meant the prepatory bombardment was starting, began to start, and men and machines moved to their positions.

By now, the Soviet Fleet had arrived to their destination, Monégasque, and begun disembarking the troops, armoured vehicles, materials, supplies and engineers which quickly started building the base of operations (to be called Fort Hope) and an airfield to house the aircraft contained in the carriers.

Admiral Roskovsky and Commander General Agustin Marquez oversaw the works of the base, which included housing for over 200,000 people, including soldiers, civilian personnel and any refugee wanting to take cover inside. Military ops. on the countryside were expected to start within the week, or even less if necessary.

On the air, a group of 100 F-28Cs patrolled the skies around Newcastle, to report on the enemy's activities on the ground.

OOC: TWSP, you're no where near worchester, their are Gholgothian/NATO fleets, as well as mine basically surrounding the southern continent. You'd have to fight through those forces, and then fight a few armies to land forces there.

The ENTIRE southern continent, except for Newcastle [which is about to be assaulted] is under Gholgoth/NATO control.

OOC: I was under the assumption that they had not been taken yet, as BL cleared me to land and base myself in Waltham Forest.

But well, I'll edit it then.

Bridge of the ANC Tueor -- Off the coast of Sandhurst
11:30 PM

The thirty-odd ships of the Aeronavy moved slowly along the Londinian coast, with their small complement of Dassault fighters providing a low aerial cover. There were few sounds other than those created by the working of the carrier itself and the ocean around them. Aerocolonel Thompson sat in the captain's seat and swiveled slowly side to side. He jumped in his seat when the phone on the desk in front of him rang.

"Thompson," he answered, yawning.

"Sir, this is Lieutenant Markson with the 2nd Aeronaval Regiment. There's unrest among the crew aboard my ship, sir. They're worried about our chances against the Freeks."

Matt shifted in his seat and rolled his eyes. "Of course they are, Lieutenant. Tell them they're likely going to be assigned humanitarian aid duties. We haven't heard much about humanitarian flights being destroyed by those bastards."

"Aye, aye, sir." The line went dead.

Matt hung up the phone and went back to counting the number of scratches on the window.

Soviet Arms Corporation Factory Nº 1, Newcastle

"FUCK! First the Clandonians and now this, wont the world leave this people alone?!"

"I dont think so sir, should I re-arm the workers?"

"Yes, but this time arm all of them, tell them to bring their families here too, I doubt the Aequatians or the Freekians will attack our installations, but if they do, we must be ready, arm the workers with anything you can get, assault rifles, RPGs, mortars, anything!"

"Yes sir, will do!"

OOC: And yes, if you check operation Hadrian and earlier threads you'll see I have factories in BL.

Open Transmission

TO: Military commanders of the World Soviet Party and Ollieland
RE: Hostile Naval Forces

My patience is wearing thin. The naval forces of the Commonwealth are here in support of Freekish operations in British Londinium. I will not have hostile naval forces within operating range of our allies. Remove your fleets from the area at once or face the might of the Commonwealth Navy.

Remiras Segal
High Admiral
Commonwealth Navy

Transmission to Londinian Forces at Triumphe
from the ANC Tueor - Aeronavy Caelapes

To whom it may concern:

Thirty-three ships of the Caelapene Aeronavy has anchored itself offshore and are prepared to begin humanitarian aid and defense operations at your discretion. Unfortunately, we have not been able to get into contact with Caelapene intelligence due to major rioting in the capital. As such, our soldiers are under your command until we can reestablish communications with our home.

While we breathe, we shall defend.

Aerocolonel Matt Thompson
47th Aeronaval Liaison Group
Federation of Caelapes

The threat of chemical weapons was enough to initiate the field procedures as the command elements of the OP: STALWART KNIGHT based at Terrence Air Force Base ordered that M93A2 Masks and RNBC protective suits be prepared for use by 2-1st SCAR soldiers in the field outside Newcastle. Once Lieutenant-Colonel Jones had received the order, the battalion's four companies were called to halt and check masks and start in a hasty movement forward to reach the city's limits, rules of engagement to only return fire against UK2 soldiers. The memory of six thousand dead Marines decades before was enough to scare any Aequatian serviceman or woman to know their chemical protection procedures as second nature as breathing, the large memorial still stood in the Capital Square in Magna Casa for that day in Iesus Christi.

The Paras had reached the first buildings of the city as many took the opportunity to keep the necessary autoinjectors handy in their vests while others unfastened the straps to their helmets and took aim down the streets, on watch for UK2 soldiers. Rottman dropped to a kneel, his G101 aimed from the shoulder as he ordered one of the platoons from Easy company forward, their MG68E1k short-barrel GPMG team on watch as the troopers hurried forward, keeping weapons at the ready. The sergeant-major's own kit rattled as he moved alongside the now moving machine gun team, the LAW-75 rocket launcher hanging over his back by its strap. The outer areas of the city had effectively been cleared of civilians and soldiers, mostly drawn to the centre as the battalion halted and took up fighting positions and garrisoned buildings, establishing a temporary battalion staging area as the Air Force continued to call for the surrender of the UK2 troops, hoping to solve the situation without resorting to unnecessary violence.

The Commando Solo broadcast another message, allowing it to repeat over the open channels to the UK2 commanders:



To all United kingdom2 personnel,

Now is the time to prove your nation's virtue in surrendering now before unleashing both yourselves and the civilian population to unnecessary bloodshed. Save your own lives and theirs, keep the peace by simply surrendering to Aequatian forces.

OOC:What don't you understand when I just send BL sent us here.

Commnader Mitchell then ordered for the letter sent to them by Prime Minister Sir Sir Alistair Davidson.He then shouted out to them,"Like I said before Prime Minister Davidson is now controlling us in this mission for now.If you need more prove ask him yourself".






The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

Alacea:
I cannot thank you enough for your aid. It will go to good use.

UK2:
Please direct your aid to Newcastle on the southern island.

Sincerely,

The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

Puppet much?

Misunderstanding...

OOC: UK2 is not a puppet, without properly expressing it, in UK2's misunderstanding that I was merely attempting to order their forces to "move along" and their attempt to show me that BL had given them permission to be in Newcastle, UK2 "forwarded" the message sent to them ICly by BL to me as proof.

Cambridge

Indian Soviet forces, still broadcasting their identity and intent on open channels, having faced no opposition thus far, come crashing up on the beaches across the area, their massive WIG vehicles splashing down in the surf, some of the Dwrgis rolling impressively up on the sand before ramps flop out like sick dogs' tongues and the machines begin to vomit Marines, GSIC specialists, and light armour.

The bulk of Adiatorix's fleet approaches steadily from the northwest, the Field Marshal promising rapid emplacement of Red Sky and Arawan ABM systems to protect the population of the north.

Adiatorix openly declares that his forces will attempt to intercept any strategic missiles or bombers appearing to attack civilians on the north island, be they foreign or deployed as part of the nation's unhappy civil war. Over radio waves and satellite television the giant Celt pleads with the citizenry.

"Soviet India does not mean to pick sides in this nation's internal conflict, but we appeal collectively to the masses of Londinium to put aside their differences until the external threat is repulsed. Soviet forces will not allow one party to undemocratically quash the concerns of another once the war is over, and so none need fear the death of their agenda. The outsiders must be fought, internal differences may be resolved democratically! Comrades, come rally!"

The vanguard arriving at Cambridge is keen to begin emplacement of strategic air defences and hopes to press on to the south coast in due course, to place similar defences there. At this time Soviet India is concerned with making the north island totally secure and giving the people a chance to stabilise their chaotic situation before considering what to do about the southern disaster.

Cambridge
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[OOC: Before you do anything else with this, check the OOC thread.]

Newcastle

Commander Mitchell ordered for the road blocks to be removed.Peacekeepers were now waiting for leader of Aequatio troops.Commander Mitchell and five peacekeepers and got into an armoued jeep.They started driving towards the Aequatio troop area to figurethat was goiong on.

Kensington, British Londinium

The twin-engined transport aircraft circled over the Eurasian capital as it waited for a signal from the Eurasian authorities that it could land on one of the precious airstrips that formed a part of the airport that lay on the outskirt of the capital. The interior of the aircraft was cramped due to the presence of the recently-installed seats that had replaced the netting and cargo that had previously occupied the aircraft; although the seats were little more than crudely-welded metal sheets with rudimentary arms and legs, they would serve their function. Every extra seat that could be added to the aircraft could take another refugee out of the warzone and away from the rapidly advancing Freekish forces.

Ordinarily, this aircraft and those like it would have been empty on the way into British Londinium, so as to make the journey quicker and thus les dangerous to the crew; though the Freekish forces had not fired on neutral aircraft yet, no-one knew how long that would last. However, this aircraft had two passengers, who sat in two of the uncomfortable seats and braced themselves wherever they could against the turbulence and the motion of the aircraft. Both passengers were male, but did not wear the uniforms of one of the many neutral nations that were present in Eurasia; indeed, they did not wear any uniforms at all. The man on the left, barely into his twenties, was frail and thin, wearing camouflaged trousers of the type worn by tourists who visit exotic jungle locations, and which do absolutely nothing to camouflage their figure. In stark contrast to the trousers, he wore a beige cotton t-shirt that had thin sleeves, which when combined with his pale skin gave him the appearance of a scarecrow, as well as a flak-jacket which had several hastily-patched holes in it. To crown this absurd figure, the youth wore an oversized combat helmet in desert colours, straw-coloured hair poking from underneath it, and a large and complex backpack that was ctowded with all sorts of cameras and other journalistic equipment.

If this youth could be called absurd, however, at least it was a sane style of absurdity that had some vague purpose at protection and camouflage, even if the manner of clothing showed that he had no more than an inkling of what such protection actually required. The older man who sat in the seat next to him, however, was no so easily described. Eccentric was perhaps the best way in which to describe him, and yet this mere word did not seem to even begin to truly describe him. From top to bottom, the man seemed to be a mass of eccentric and insane contradictions, akin almost to the stereotype of a nineteenth century explorer and journalist.

On his head he wore a wide-brimmed felt hat with a chinstrap, similar to an Australian slouch hat, which was torn ragged and pockmarked with holes and tears, as well as being so stained as to make its original colour unknown. As he took it off to dust at it, an obviously futile activity, an observer could note with interest the sharp, attentive look and dark-green eyes, and the tightly-trimmed moustache as well as the also fastidiously-trimmed and hideously out of fashion goatee. Replacing his hat, the man straightened the brown coat he wore, which might once have been a mackintosh of some description before its current owner acquired it, but which now could have fit the profile of any dozen styles of coat. His trousers were grey, and fitted wth a number of pockets from which items of all descriptions bulged, several all but falling out from sheer pressure. On his feet were a pair of thick-soled walking boots, scarred and pitted and now the colour of chocolate, their original colour unknown. Finally, holstered in the belt which was tied around his waist were two Colt .45 pistols, butts gleaming as if polished. In contrast to his companion, this man did not seem to possess any luggage or journalistic equipment except for the voice recorder and pencil that could be seen protruding from a pocket on his coat.

With a series of jolting bumps and tremors the aircraft finally came to a halt, the turbines winding down as the transport taxied towards a terminal. A few minutes later it slowed to a halt and docked with the terminal; the two passengers were already waiting by the door to disembark. The copilot walked over and heaved the door open, revealing a long, ragged line of refugees who were waiting patiently to board the aircraft. As the copilot began ushering them in, the two men walked out onto the floor and through the corridor, the older man leading at a brisk pace and the youth trailing behind as he lugged the equipment with him. In a few moments they had exited the terminal and were on the boiling hot tarmac of the airstrip itself, and both stopped to acclimatise themselves to their new environment.

There were hundreds of aircraft scattered throughout the airport, as far as the two men could see. Large and small, with the markings of a dozen different countries, they all had one thing in common; long, snaking lines of refugees waiting to board. Around the airport were even direr signs of the fate of Eurasia; SAM Batteries and AA positions ringed the airport, with more positions inside. Snubby barrels and thick tubes pointed towards the sky, Eurasian sldiers manning them and keeping an anxious eye for the next air-raid by Freekish aircraft.

The two men walked towards the edge of the airport, but did not get more than a dozen steps before the air-raid sirens perched on top of poles throughout the airport began their horrendous wailing. As the sound began, a dozen things happened at once; in the sky, dozens of aircraft could be seen approaching the airstrip, and the SAM Batteries and AA guns began firing, missiles streaking into the air and tracers flickering into the mid-day sky in an attempt to down the enemy aircraft. As this happened, the thousands of refugees scattered throughout the airport, running in great screaming throngs for the shelters dug into the tarmac and sandbagged positions that had been erected.

The aircraft grew nearer, their engines audible over the combined noise of the crowds and the defensive weapons. They did not fire, obviously intent on another target in Eurasia, but this did not register with the crowds or the defenders. As they roared overhead, the youth carrying the equipment threw the bags down and ran for cover, one hand clamped down on his helmet and the other clutching his chest; he dived for cover and made it to the relative safety of a sandbagged AA position, where Eurasian soldiers tried to down the Freekish aircraft.

The elder man, however, did not replicate his companions movements. With a snort of contempt, he drew out the two pistols at his side and began blazing away at the aircraft overhead, seemingly oblivious to the danger he was in. He fired again and again, emptying both pistols. As if this was not enough, he paused only to reload them before firing again, this time at the last of the Freekish aircraft as they roared over the airport and out of range. As the sound of the aircraft rapidly diminished, and the defenses stopped firing, the man calmly reloaded both pistols and stuck them back in their holsters, before slowly walking over to where his companion had taken cover.

Standing by the sandbags, the man sneered as the youth stood up and checked himself for wounds, obviously self-concious in the presence of the other. Having found himself unscathed, the youth moved back to pick up his equipment, the elder man trailing him. Shrugging the backpack onto his shoulders and picking the other equipment up, he turned and said the first words either man had said after boarding the aircraft.

"I'm...I'm sorry about that, Mister Utah. But those aircraft might have bombed the airport, and...and we had no cover. We might've been killed!" The youth had a thin, quavering voice that did not seem to have broken, and as the two men resumed their path to the edge of the airport, the other man began berating him.

"How, you see here Perkins, you see here!" The man, Trander Utah, had a broad, rich voice with more than a hint of a southern American accent, rolling his H's and slurring certain words in such a manner as to almost seem like a parody. "It may behove you t'go runnin' away like some sort o' varmint, but us true men, we stand our ground and we fight! Especially against those Golgoth barbarian hordes; it is our duty to fight with every weapon at our disposal until we kill every last one of those barbarian heathens!"

As Utah berated the unfortunate Perkins, who by his expression and posture seemed to have endured such lectures before, they two men passed by a trench-line filled with Eurasian soldiers; they had been digging the trench further into the ground, but hearing the nasal tones and surprising remarks of Utah, several of the men had stopped digging and were watching the eccentric pair. Seeing this, Utah moved towards them, a broad smile on his face, Perkins following behind reluctantly.

Crouching down at the trench's edge, Utah began shaking hands with the nearest soldiers, who now wore bemused loks on their faces. Motioning to Perkins with the other hand, Utah waiting until Perkins fumbled around in his pocket and retrieved a silver cigarillo case. Flipping it open, Utah began passing around the cigarillos inside, lighting them with a lighter Perkins also handed to him. As he watched the men light up, Utah began talking, moving along and shaking hands and patting backs as he did so.

"Boys, y'all are doing a sterling, sterling job here, I wanted to just let y'know. If it wasn't for brave warriors like y'selves, then the whole of the world would be under the tyrannical and barbarous control of those filthy, verminous Golgoth hordes! You've got to keep fighting until every last one of them is dead, or every last one of you is dead, y'hear me! Because the world won't be safe until we've killed every last one of those rodents, and nuked their diseased excuses for nations into radioactive glass! How, you keep fighting and I promise you'll win! Because God is always with those who are the righteous, and thats an undeniable fact, so help me!"

The soldiers remained bemused and bewildered by the speech, but Utah was obviously in his element, shaking hands and slapping backs and unleashing foul-mouthed invectives and tirades against Golgoth. At last, after almost ten minutes of lecturing Utah broke away, a smile on his face. Motioning to Perkns, the two men walked away and headed into the depths of Kensington, Utah's voice ringing through the air as he continued to lecture Perkins on the evils of Golgoth and the righteousness of the Eurasian people.

..::Class 5 Diplomatic Communique, No Encryption::..
TO: Whom It May Concern, Colony of Ollieland
FR: Duchess Sadira Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Withdrawal

The continued presence of two-thirds of your navy near the AO of our NATO allies in British Londinium is unacceptable. The Imperium has been informed by the Commonwealth of Granzi, whose representative in NATO currently holds the title of Director of Foreign Relations, that the presence of your navy in the area is antagonistic and that refusal to leave would result in your fleet being engaged forthwith. You are hereby given notice that if Ollieland forces are not vacated from British Londinium within the next week the Primus of NATO will order all NATO nations with units in the area to consider any and all Ollieland forces hostile to NATO interests and to act accordingly.

Be advised that the only thing keeping the Primus from having your forces destroyed immediately is our mutual ties to Sarzonia. However, do not rely on that to save you.
..::End Class 5 Communique::..

..::Class 2 Diplomatic Communique, 1024Kb Encryption::..
TO: To Whom It May Concern, People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
FR: Duchess Sadira Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Chemical/Biological Bombardment of NATO Allied Forces

The Imperium finds the unprovoked chemical and biological bombardment of military units under the banner of various NATO member nations to be unacceptable. Further, the Imperium finds the threat of continued NBC bombardment to be even more unacceptable. You are hereby notified that following through with such threats will result in an overwhelming nuclear and chemical response from all NATO members per the terms of the NATO charter.

Rest assured that the Office of the Primus of NATO will be in contact with Londinium diplomats to discuss the terms of British Londinium's surrender.
..::End Class 2 Communique, End Encryption::..

\\\NATO Stand-To Warning///
FR: Office of the Primus
TO: Office of Strategic Planning
CC: Allied Commanders, British Londinium Threatre

All commands in British Londinium threatre of operations are hereby directed to begin painting NATO identification onto vehicles and/or flying the appropriate NATO ensign (the latter applies especially to naval vessels.) All allied commands are to treat nuclear, chemical, or biological bombardment against one or more commands as an NBC attack against their own and to respond in a manner appropriate to the attack. All other directive as issued previously by nation commands apply.
\\\End Stand-To Warning///


***


The Imperial Navy had two different types of major combat fleets, home fleets and expeditionary fleets. The latter were smaller than the former by about half, but compensated for this by being able to put to sea quickly. If an Expeditionary Fleet wasn't steaming for combat within 24 hours of receiving orders it wasn't doing its job. Of course, the greater the number of fleets called out, the harder such a feat was to achieve. So, when orders came down from Joint Strategic Command for the Expeditionary Fleets to deploy, all 42 of them, it gave quite a few Fleet Admirals serious cases of indigestion. Luckily, British Londinium was centrally located, so it was possible for the Expeditionary Fleets to converge upon the islands at the same time. Of course, combat wasn't inevitable in this instance. Most in JSC believed that once Ollieland realized the extent of the naval power that was bearing down on its fleet in BL waters, it would voluntarily withdraw. If it didn't... Well, it would be short 2/3 of its navy quickly.

On the ground-based air and land forces side, the Imperium wasn't even bothering. The extent of the forces already deployed to British Londinium, as well as the lack of suitable air bases for IAF aircraft, meant that there was very little point. There was also the consideration that with all the carriers in the Expeditionary Fleets the Imperial Navy would be bringing a substantial air force of its own to the show.

..::Class 5 Diplomatic Communique, No Encryption::..
TO: Whom It May Concern, Colony of Ollieland
FR: Duchess Sadira Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Withdrawal

The continued presence of two-thirds of your navy near the AO of our NATO allies in British Londinium is unacceptable. The Imperium has been informed by the Commonwealth of Granzi, whose representative in NATO currently holds the title of Director of Foreign Relations, that the presence of your navy in the area is antagonistic and that refusal to leave would result in your fleet being engaged forthwith. You are hereby given notice that if Ollieland forces are not vacated from British Londinium within the next week the Primus of NATO will order all NATO nations with units in the area to consider any and all Ollieland forces hostile to NATO interests and to act accordingly.

Be advised that the only thing keeping the Primus from having your forces destroyed immediately is our mutual ties to Sarzonia. However, do not rely on that to save you.
[center]..::End Class 5 Communique::..


We would like to know how the presence of our fleet is antagonistic. Our fleet is escorting troops to the North Island, an area your allies have no presence in, and will be engaging in evacuating Londinian citizens. They have not acted in any threatening way whatsoever. Your "demand" is ridiculous to say the least. We have no intention in giving you a free hand in the destruction of a nation and a people. If our positions were reversed you would feel exactly the same way.

We do not war. We will not actively attack other nations. If attacked ourselves, we will respond, fiercely.

We rely on no one to save us but ourselves. We are a sovereign nation and will not take orders or threats from others.

If our forces are attacked we will respond in kind. Our forces have not behaved in any hostile way. Do not force them to do so.

Newcastle Beach

The huge armada of landing craft slowly inched up to the beach, extending their ramps and revealing a horde of blue-helmeted troops, four hundred thousand infantrymen, as well as three thousand tanks. Up above, air force craft ferried additional materials and support personnel to PAF Mandby, where the majority of fighters were stationed, with the Newcastle International Airport housing additional squadrons.

The soldiers solemnly marched through the streets of Newcastle, determined to ensure that it would not fall to the barbarian hordes of AMF. Bazookas were positioned in cellar windows and in the ground floors of various buildings whilst snipers and machine gun nests were erected higher up in the structures. Czech hedgehogs were placed on every street to stop the advance of enemy tanks, and caltrops were scattered like seeds to prevent trucks or other wheeled vehicles from gaining access. The subways were closed down, their tunnels collapsed at various points, their entrances concealed.

Booby-traps of all kinds were placed at key points that the enemy was expected to traverse to reach the city proper. Powerful anti-personnel jumping landmines were concealed in the dense foliage surrounding the city, and roadside bombs designed to release deadly radioactive materials were placed on all of the various motorways leading into the city. Closer in, more bombs were placed, these releaing sarin gas, VX nerve agent, and mustard gas.

This would be where the PSR made its stand.

Lance Corporal Sam Dawson spied through his rifle's optical gunsight at the approaching armoured vehicle approaching the Aequatian zone of the city, immediately he called to his section leader, "Sarnt! Jeep coming in, don't see a white flag on her neither, what do you want to do?"

The sergeant rose from his seat, resting somewhat, "Let's see about stopping them, section, up!" With that order, the section of troopers rose to their feet and walked out into the street and behind whatever cover they could find as the sergeant rose his hand in the air and shouted at the incoming jeep, "STOP! STOP NOW!" He shouted as the other troopers kept their weapons aimed at the jeep.

Commander Mitchell got out the jeep and got his cane.The five peacekeepers stayed inside just to make sure."Hello I'm Commander Andrew Mitchell,what can I do for you".The commander waited for answer.

The sergeant stepped forward, his section maintaining full overwatch on him and the jeep, as he approached the commander, "Greetings, Commander Mitchell, I assume you're here to meet with our commanding officer to discuss the terms of your surrender?"

OOC: The World Soviet Party, are you on BLs side? If so, I am moving my forces to Monegasque as well to secure the area. If you are, can my troops stop and resupply there? If not, I guess I have to attack you.

"What are you talking about.We were sent here my the Prime Minister ofBL to provide aid for citizens.All of these men here are peacekeepers,if you wish to talk come join e in my jeep.It's not safe to talk here right now".Commander Mitchell got back into his jeep and waited for the sergeant.

OOC: The World Soviet Party, are you on BLs side? If so, I am moving my forces to Monegasque as well to secure the area. If you are, can my troops stop and resupply there? If not, I guess I have to attack you.

OOC:
Nice of you to... you know, -read- the thread before getting involved.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=528552

OOC Thread. OOC THREAD. THAT IS THE OOC THREAD

/hipocracy of ranting oocly about ooc in the IC thread...

An Aequatian knew better than to enter a stranger's vehicle, whether they were a child or a old man, and the sergeant ordered the section forward, "Commander Mitchell, you will exit from your vehicle and lay down your weapons immediately!" He shouted as he took aim with his G101 carbine at the windshield of the jeep.

Commander Mitchell and his men started laguhing."His he joking what weapons!!.We don't use weapons during aid missions".Commander Mitchell contiuned laughing with his men.

The sergeant, now overtly angered by Mitchell's reaction, took aim just over the roof of the jeep and snapped off a burst of semiautomatic fire from his rifle before taking aim square at the officer sitting in the jeep, "You will exit the vehicle now, this is your last warning!"

"Sergeant take a chill pill"The commander called back at him.Five of the peacekeepers got out the car but Commander Mitchell didn't He was a old man and had alot of work to do with the aid mission in the town.

The sergeant nodded to one of his corporals as half of the section lowered their weapons and approached the peacekeepers and immediately forced them to the pavement as they applied plastic flex cuffs as the sergeant approached the jeep and took Mitchell by the collar of his uniform and pulled him from the seat, "Now we have to do this the hard way."

Commander Mitchell got and his peacekeepers got and just stood there.Commander Mitchell then heard his radio,"Commander Mitchell we are moving out and going aboard the ship.We're ask Prime Minister of Bl were to go to.Everyone is now onboard we need to leave now to another town."You heard that you temper boy let us go,we are leaving this town".Mitchell saw the jeep was damaged badly so they would have to walk or take a ride."Mind if you drop us off sergeant."

"You're not going anywhere," Said the sergeant as he took aim and fired a round into Mitchell's leg, the other troopers lined up the other five peacekeepers and kicked out their knees so they knelled on the pavement, rifles aimed at their heads, "Commander, I'm going to explain this to you... slowly, if you do not surrender, your comrades here will be executed, do you understand?"

Commander barely felt pain.He had been shot so many times he got use to them."Surrender to waht.Your the one who is shooting at as so why do we need to surrender to you when we have no weapons".The five peackeepers begged for the soldiers to let them go.They had families back home and they just couldn't die like this."Please sergeant,we have families take the commander and ask him all the questions you want but we have families back home missing us".The peacekeepers were to scared to look up but the Commander looked at the sergeant,"Let them go they didn't do anything to you.It's between you and me".

"Fuckin' do it!" Shouted the sergeant furiously as the troopers brought the rifles to their shoulders and pulled the triggers, aimed at the back of the heads of the five UK2 prisoners.

The Commander looked into the eyes of the sergeant but then the five peacekeepers took out pistols that they might have gotten by the police officers out of the pockets and shot themselfs before they were shot by the troopers.The Commander was in shock,"Good lord.Look what you have done,they had children and wifes and they didn't do anything to you".The Commander knew the ship was now gone and he was by himself.He was mad at the sergeant but he was in shock.The last thing he knew was being hit in the head by a gun and being falling on the ground.

OOC: Don't kill the commander.Just rp he got hit in the head and your going to take him some where.

Open Transmission

TO: Military commanders of the World Soviet Party and Ollieland
RE: Hostile Naval Forces

My patience is wearing thin. The naval forces of the Commonwealth are here in support of Freekish operations in British Londinium. I will not have hostile naval forces within operating range of our allies. Remove your fleets from the area at once or face the might of the Commonwealth Navy.

Remiras Segal
High Admiral
Commonwealth Navy

TO: Hostile Ground Forces
RE: Genocide

My patience is wearing thin. The ground forces of the World Soviet Party are here in support of human rights operations in British Londinium. I will not have murderers and rapists within operating range of our allies. Remove your troops from the area at once or face the might of our rightful peace-keepers.

Roskovsky
Admiral
Soviet Navy

OOC: The World Soviet Party, are you on BLs side? If so, I am moving my forces to Monegasque as well to secure the area. If you are, can my troops stop and resupply there? If not, I guess I have to attack you.

OOC: Yes, I'm on his side.

"Fuckin' do it!" Shouted the sergeant furiously as the troopers brought the rifles to their shoulders and pulled the triggers, aimed at the back of the heads of the five UK2 prisoners.

Meanwhile, on the sky, a group of F-28Cs from the Soviet Naval Air Force was watching the whole scene, the flashes of gunfire could be clearly seen and the squad leader picked his radio.

"This is Delta Squad, over"

"Delta Squad, this is HQ, what do you have?"

"I've Aequatians firing on peace-keepers, probably civilians as well, requesting permission to engage"

"Permission granted Delta Leader, over and out!"

The radio crackled, and Delta Leader changed his frequency.

"Delta Squad, this is Delta Leader, Delta 2 & 3 will engage the Aequatians, try to keep the UK2'ers safe, over"

Two F-28s steered to the right and dived, until they could clearly see the Aequatians, for the look of it, it was a small force, and while they would be unable to fire on those near the ship, the rest were easy prey.

"Fire at will boys!"

The F-28s started strafing the section with their cannons.

OOC: Aeq, are the rest of your guys in buildings?

Word had reached Alerick that the Londinium government had finally dropped to their knees and sued for a lasting peace. Not being a politician and therefore unable to accept such offers, word was immediately relayed to Lord Dreadfire himself, who was pleased to hear of the progress that had been made.

Yes, accept their offer under the provision that all their remaining territory is to be placed under Freekish protection.

Alerick's forces had been nearing Newcastle in an attempt to flush out the foreigners still there, but following Lord Dreadfire's decree, he parked his forces in a defensive position and relayed the orders for all to hear.

I am pleased to announce that the government of British Londinium has made iot clear that they do not wish for further bloodshed. Being the glorious and honorable nation we are, Lord Dreadfire has seen fit to show mercy on the Londinians. Therefore, all Freekish troops are to cease engagements wit all British troops immediately under the provision that all remaining Londinian territory be placed under our protective control.

We also demand that all foreign militaries vacate Londinian lands and waters immediately so that rebuilding can begin and peace take over. British Londinium has seen far too many years of warfare at the hands of foreign armies, and at last a true era of peace has arrived. Much as a wildfire destroys all in its path, so have the Sentinels. But as seen in nature, from the ashes of such destruction springs new life, and Londinium will now be taken to new heights.

Lord Damien has also authorized a joint NATO/Gholgoth/GASN rebuilding effort to to be immediately undertaken, and all allied nations who wish to participate are welcome to. However, nations not in either three alliances have no business in British Londinium, and therefore should either leave the lands that have always belonged to them, or retrain themselves from coming in the first place.

Upon confirmation of this peace offer from Londinium authority, our forces will begin crossing into the northern island alongside our Gholgoth and NATO allies, to begin securing the countryside and make safe the land for rebuilding. The Londinians have seen our vengeance, and now they shall see our mercy.


http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5221/fleshgrinderox2.jpg
Alerick Fleshgrinder
-Deathklaat of the Advocate-

Raptor Flight, F/A-84As

"Raptor Leader to AWACs Loudspeaker, bogies strafing Aequatian Positions, requesting positive ID and permission to engage." Came the transmission from Sergeant Alvin O'Riley, circling near his max ceiling over the battlefield as he watched the F-28s begin their strafing run.

"Roger that Raptor Leader, multi-static has positive ID as F-28s from Aequatio, IFF indicating TWSP controlled, you have permission to engage." Came the response.

"Roger that AWACs. Raptor Flight beginning our attack." Ordered Sergeant O'Riley as he nosed his F/A-84 into a dive, gaining massive amounts of speed as he fired off four AIM-801S 'Star Strike' Short Range Dogfighting Missiles, with an 90 degree off boresight tracking ability and manuverability in excess of 90gs would almost ensure a kill. After launching he pulled up and flew away to a safer area, letting his flight take care of the fighters if their were any left.

Official Diplomatic Telegram:
To: People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: Imperial Republic of New Vantania
[RSA ENCRYPTION] With all due respect, as much as we can give communists, we urge you not to accept the Freek's peace conditions. They are cleary just trying to get their enemies out of your lands so that they can easily conquer your lands. If you should accept their terms then you will be at the mercy of the Freeks, which anyone knows they don't have. Do not make the mistake of surrendering to them twice.[/RSA ENCRYPTION]

The Reaver forces in Manchester hunkered down in their pillboxes and trenches, alert for enemy attacks, and irritated at the quick ceasefire. They had come to bloody their swords and smell the rank stink of gunpowder and death.

But, Alerick had agreed to ceasefire talks, and young Lord Brax had choppered to his side to act as the Lord Reaver's voice in the matter. As they waited, they began to dole out fresh water for those British citizens in need, as well as food, medicine, and whatever other items they had handy.

The citizens were doubtless shocked at the manners of the 'barbarian' Panterans, as all British across the world had always considered them. In fact, the few incidents of excess or cruelty were dealt with swiftly by Officers.

In the case of one beating which left a young man nearly dead, the offending Reaver was dragged out into the street and shot immediately, with his officer's proclamation being read throughout the city: "We are not here to make war on children and women. No looting. No violence against the population. -We- Are better than that. Any resistance must be crushed without mercy, but Honor demands we treat these British with respect. The excess of the Freeks shames all of Gholgoth, but harsh times call for harsher measures. Show the world that Pantera will crush it's enemies on battlefields, not in their beds and homes, with shells and shot against defenseless civilians."

The 25mm rounds tore into the street and the walls of the buildings, destroying the jeep parked on the road, as the Paras dove for cover after hearing the fighters dive in. Lance Corporal Dawson grabbed at the sharp pain in his leg as he noticed the shard of smoking metal embedded in the flesh, "Fucking... medic!" He shouted as he pushed himself behind cover, one of the SAW gunner privates used his heat-resistant gloves to pull a similar fragment from the top of his helmet.

The E-14C Capricorn AEW&C aircraft, with the IFF software settings for the F-28C fighters in their databases, were able to track the Soviet fighters in real-time as they vectored in the Aequatian F-28A Black Eagles to intercept them, armed with AIM-133A Star Seeker and AIM-132F Apollo missiles. The flight of four fighters launching each firing a pair of AIM-133A weapons against the Soviet F-28C aircraft.

Raptor Flight, F/A-84As

"Raptor Leader to AWACs Loudspeaker, bogies strafing Aequatian Positions, requesting positive ID and permission to engage." Came the transmission from Sergeant Alvin O'Riley, circling near his max ceiling over the battlefield as he watched the F-28s begin their strafing run.

"Roger that Raptor Leader, multi-static has positive ID as F-28s from Aequatio, IFF indicating TWSP controlled, you have permission to engage." Came the response.

"Roger that AWACs. Raptor Flight beginning our attack." Ordered Sergeant O'Riley as he nosed his F/A-84 into a dive, gaining massive amounts of speed as he fired off four AIM-801S 'Star Strike' Short Range Dogfighting Missiles, with an 90 degree off boresight tracking ability and manuverability in excess of 90gs would almost ensure a kill. After launching he pulled up and flew away to a safer area, letting his flight take care of the fighters if their were any left.

The attack caught the F-28s by surprise, the missiles getting instant hits on three out of five fighters and destroying them completely, withouth giving the pilots a chance to eject.

The radio channel was filled with swearing, orders and yelling.

"FUCK! HQ, THIS IS DELTA LEADER, WE HAVE SUSTAINED HEAVY CASUALTIES, PERMISSION TO RETURN TO BASE!"

While they waited for an answer, the two lone fighters shot back at their assailants with their AA-12 ADDERs, trying to evade further attacks.

"This is HQ, permission granted, return at once"

"About fucking time!"

Both pilots accelerated to the F-28s top speed (Mach 2.5), in an attempt to get the hell outta dodge and quickly turned back to the northern island.

Commander Mitchell woke up and saw his chance and ran in to the bush to hid since the Aequatios were being attacked.He got a pistol and started shooting at thing that moved.He then remember had his radio and walkie-talkie.He then started talk into it if The World Soviet Party HQ."Hello over,This Commander Andrew Mitchell,I'm caught in you cross fire between Aequatio.If you could get anyone down here and help that would be good.And also bring a M4 Carbine with you."Mitchell heard screams and cries as bombs were droped on to the city.He hoped someone heard his pleads for help.

Raptor Flight, F/A-84As

Unfortunately for the AA-12s the F/A-84 of Raptor Leader pulled up and out of the AA-12s field of view, rendering the interial main stage useless as the missiles sped off into the distance. The other F/A-84As manuvered out of the way watched as the AA-12s sped past, confused by either the stealth, or countermeasures and jamming from the aircraft.

Choosing to disengage and regroup the flight called in for fighters to be revectored onto the F-28s.

Another flight ingressed feet wet towards the soviet fighters rear at Mach 2.9, launching six AIM-801S towards the fighters before bugging out to outside the range of the F-28s radar.

With the arrival of the 2nd Expeditionary Force Army Group by a long range air transport squadron the task to assault and capture the city of St. Andrews was given full authorisation by General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett. Four Clandonian armoured divisions with nearly four thousand M-410 Mangler (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12098772&postcount=83) and a further two thousand of the heavy assault M-413 Diablo's. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12133337&postcount=90) Two artillery divisions with thousands of small 105 mm, MLRS units and the various AS-90 and M-409 Punisher Dual Barrel (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12065467&postcount=62) howitzers were lining up along with the deserted highway, helicopters moving overhead and fighter support to ensure the movement would be safe from prying eyes or air attack. The mechanised infantry divisions made up the rest with their fast assault APC's and weaponry designed for fighting an urban war with Strkyer, Achzarit, Warrior and fast recon Scimitar vehicles.

"All set and ready sir." Came the reply from the forward command post with DROP's unloading the iso containers containing ammunition and fuel for the guzzling vehicles. The roar of a Merlin blew up the dust and flapped the tents as a generator was air lifted in from the nearby battlefleet from the Expeditionary force landed supplies which the carriers and assault ships had been carrying.

"Excellent lieutenant." Said General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett sat at his table with a plate of afternoon tea and various tiffen pieces dining with Lord Flasheart, Head of the Expeditionary Royal Clandonian Air Force who was assisting on the operation with its heavy lift helicopters and fighter bomber support.

"If you need my boys, I can have that place flattened if they try anything like what they did to the Praetonians at Kingston." Gestured Lord Flasheart on the digital display on the tent loosely flapping from the jet blast as a FB-401 Bird of Prey took off after being refuelled by an army logistical tender. Another louder roar as a B-73 Ravager passed over indicating the ground attack was about to begin. Advancing light armour and infantry walking some of the way with armoured Range Rovers providing a quick getaway should things get nasty. Offshore the cruisers and dreadnoughts of the sixteenth battlefleet which had moved East on the request of the army to provide gun fire support if required with its powerful Sovereign and Avenge Class battleships. The hope was that many of the people had left the city and that the any rebel or separatist forces would not be stupid to try what they had done at Kingston and other places.

Looking at the assembled conventional and missile artillery that had took up positions in their battery formation directing lasers, LIDAR and RADAR sensors to support their advancing comrades should they have to make a tactical retreat. Eating a neatly trimmed cucummber sandwich had prepared by the army chef the General spoke to his crab coloured blue friend.

"I do say this is rather good, I was rather dreading this deployment thinking I would be fighting the nasties of Gholgoth thankfully its just like back at the barracks expect I have to talk to more people."

"Rather old chap." Replied Lord Flasheart sipping his tea from the china mug before adding another two lumps of sugar from the silver bowl that a young officer had recently liberated from a local antique shop. For those not privalged enough to be born into the elite society of the Clandonian officers classes they sat in their vehicles on top of tanks drinking a pot of tea from a thermos flask with a MRE or some oily sandwiches, the mechanics choice.

"Oi err right lads, you got the plan!" Shouted the burly Sergeant Major in his thick northern Kirkland accent. A great lad born to a uranium worker joining the army when he left school at fourteen fighting for the King and Country since sixteen.

"Aye 'Sar." Replied the ammased troops clambering into Range Rovers, cocking heavy machine guns and placing long belts of ammo into boxes. Tank drivers and commanders shutting the hatches and testing their communications as the heavy diesel engines revved into life across the assembly area. A band trumpter was playing the battle piece as the men saluted and shouted 'For King and Country!' and thus the movement to St. Andrews had begun.


Downing Street, New Clanon City

The cabinet was now meeting four times a week instead of the usual Thursday time before luncheon, such an urgency with the crisis having the potential to spark the largest war seen for many years with Sovereign League and Gholgoth forces in a tinder dry situation with British Londinium in anarchy and with access to weapons of mass destruction. The resignation of the Soviets from the GASN had promoted celebration with their enemy now without a major part of their alliance structure leaving a hole for attack. Sir Alan Philips assuming the role as a natural leader was speaking, periodically banging his fist on the table causing the tea cups to rattle and waking up some of the more junior ministers typing away on chairs in the corners, many had not slept for a while with the excitement of the war and the whole of Whitehall being affected in some way.

"The Soviets must not be allowed to take control of Monegasque, once St. Andrews is secured we must destroy their fleet and move them out. That city is strategical, less than a hundred miles offshore are the Clandonian owned oilfields and platforms. I very much doubt that Gholgoth or the NATO aligned nations would risk war over a bunch of offshore rigs but the Soviets would."

"Sir Philips is right, the Soviets have killed far more of our people than Gholgoth ever has if they have even killed our people. This Cold War between the Sovereign League and Gholgoth may end today or it may never end, the Soviets are a threat and must be taken care of by the Royal Clandonian Navy. We will ask them to leave in the polite way if they resist then they shall face the guns and missiles of our battleships and dreadnoughts." Replied the Prime Minister nodding after nodding throughout what his right hand man had just said.

"Gholgoth and NATO could be important business partners, I don't see why we even need to be there from a strategical view its only for the oil. We have companies already on the ground picking up what is theirs and strip mining the resources that are left, if we could have assurances to please the CBI and Petroleum Industry that the rigs wont be hit I think its a pretty good bargin." Said the Trade and Industry Minister, a hot blooded libertarian who had been at school also with Sistilin.

"That is nothing more than appeasement, we must wait for the Praetonians to say something. If we start giving countries, possibly signing off the death of millions of people then what else, Gholgoth could use biological, chemical perhaps nuclear weapons next?" Spoke the Minister for Haven Affairs.

"Perhaps Peter you should concentrate on your bloody job of talking about what's going on in the bloody region than butting into international politics. You've been reprimanded for this before, tow the party line or leave this room and never come back." Snapped Sir Philips, quite annoyed and usually a quiet man.


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Minister resigns over British Londinium row

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Sir Peter Hoskinson resigned from his post as Minister for Haven Affairs

From the New Clanon City Times
Front Page

Sir Peter Hoskinson left the cabinet office last night in a flustered state refusing to speak to the media after what has emerged as a 'heated debate' in Friday nights War Cabinet meeting. Sir Peter as Minister for Haven Affairs in a letter sent to the Prime Minister resigned from his job over the 'appeasement of Gholgoth' in British Londinium. Sir Peter in a press statement said this morning that he was disgusted at the government for its lack of consistency after calls for more troops were rejected by the Ministry of Defence causing a storm in the backbenches. Sir Peter remains as MP for Southwall Green in New Danskeran, one of the safest seats in the country and what commentators is a huge loss for the government with a public display of anger in the cabinet shown.

Foreign Minister Sir Alan Philips on CNN said that he wished the best of luck to Sir Peter who is expected to join the Clandonia East India Company's shipping idivision. A former marine officer he fought in the Naashan war and saw deployment in several other places. A relatively young previously unknown face, Boris Fillington Minister for Agriculture and Fisheries is expected to be promoted as Minister for Haven Affairs. He was said to be "extremely happy with the promotion and wishes his predecessor the best of luck and to enjoy his life out of the main government". The war waged on with Clandonian forces under the command of General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett who is leading the attack on St. Andrews to avoid a recreation of the events in Kingston which killed 150,000 Praetonians with several Clandonians being caught up in the small nuclear blast. Ground forces numbered over 200,000 armed with heavy artillery and armour were expected to launch their attack around tea time tonight (1900 CET). General Sir Anthony warned civilians to leave the city and issued the ultimatum to any rebel forces as the attempt to reprocess Clandonian property continued with the CBI pleased with the governments efforts in the civil recovery operation. Oil prices relaxed on Friday following the repair of Imperial Clandonian Oil rigs and tanker terminals in the North-Eastern Black Gold Sea which is now under the protection of four Expeditionary Battlefleets.

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

Open Declaration:

I thank Lord Dreadfire for his mercy. I hereby proclaim the unconditional surrender to Automagfreek of the Londinian Ministry of Defence and of all Londinian Armed Forces and all Armed Forces under Londinian control wherever situated. I hereby command all Londinian forces wherever situated and the Londinian people to cease hostilities forthwith, to preserve and save from damage all ships, aircraft, and military and civil property, and to comply with all requirements which may be imposed by the Supreme Commander for Automagfreek or by agencies of the Londinian Government at his direction. I hereby command all civil, military, and naval officials to obey and enforce all proclamations, orders, and directives deemed by the Supreme Commander for Automagfreek to be proper to effectuate this surrender and issued by him or under his authority; and we direct all such officials to remain at their posts and to continue to perform their non-combatant duties unless specifically relieved by him or under his authority. I hereby command the entirety of the People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium to succumb to the protective control of Automagfreek.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

The second British Londinium surrender sparked mass celebrations in Pantera. A war won with less than a dozen Panteran casualties. Unconditional surrender. The words were shouted in the streets of Toke, Blacktide, and now in Manchester, BL.

Reprinted and passed amongst the population, Panteran efforts at setting the conquered population back on it's feet began. More medicine was brought up from the south, and Reaver forces began to move deeper into the BL countryside. They occupied smaller towns and villages as they went, with the same strict no-plunder orders as before.

The Lord Reaver himself wrote a personal message to Alistair Davidson, which was delivered by email:

Davidson:
Your decision to cease hostilities is one that is most wise. Should the populace remain subdued and passive, no harm will come to them. The initial excess of my Gholgothan brothers was regretful, but necessary. Panteran coffers will aid in the reconstruction and restabilizing of your nation, I pray that there will be no further need of such demonstrations.

I also pray that, in time, your nation, Pantera, and all of mighty Gholgoth will be able to live together in friendship and harmony, because as always, my people admire the pride and determination of all British citizens. I issue an open invitation to your nation: Come, and let us put past hostilities to rest, and by doing so clear the road into the Future.

Gods be with you.

Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera

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North Island, south coast

The issue of Londinium's surrender... is almost totally ignored by Soviet forces. 155,000 personnel ashore or struggling up through the surf are in no mood to see socialism surrendered.

"Come on, comrades! What are you quitting for?" One soldier cries.

Another takes out his sword, a curved saber of wootz -erroneously known as Damascus steel but really invented in India-, and slashes at surrendering Britons. "What the feck are you doing? Get up, you cowards!"

Soviet troops kick savagely at locals who grovel in the dirt, afraid of a scrap. "Get up! Take this rifle! Get up or I'll break your yellow spine! Stand up straight and hold this tight to your shoulder! No! Get your finger off the trigger until you're ready to actually shoot somebody!"

From the northwest fifteen more Red Dragon WIGs approach at more than 600kph, 30,000 further troops and thousands of tonnes further supplies with them.

In the channel between north and south scores and scores of Soviet submarines lay thousands of mines and prepare torpedo and missile tubes for launch on advancing forces.

Adiatorix, on the southern shores of the north island, bellows from his lungs, through a radio mic, across satellite and internet broadcasts. "No surrender! The north is free! All citizens who wish to fight may join the Soviets! Sign up!

"The capitalist elite may surrender, but no need for the rest to quit! Come on, friends! To the barricades, again!"

With Harakian forces already on high alert thanks to the situation in Generia and the Harakian Third Fleet deployed there along with other Gholgothan forces, it was an easy step to another deployment for the ruling Social Democrat party. Following a call for NATO fleets to take up positions near British Londinium, the Harakian parliament had made a quick matter of it, voting to continue contributing fully to Haraki's NATO commitments, and authorizing the creation and mobilization of the Harakian Fifth Fleet under the command of Admiral Louis Falhen. Organized out of parts of the Second Fleet and many of the taskforces and battlegroups assembled off the Harakian shore, it was a formidable armada, and would be sent flying the Harakian and NATO flags, to join the NATO fleets assembling in the Black Gold Sea, off the Londinian coast.

That had been some time ago, when the call first went out. By this point, they were within twenty-four hours of arriving, and had been in radio contact with the NATO fleets already present to discuss the role of the Harakian forces, especially given Prime Minister Davidson's recent surrender to Freekish forces.





[Open communique to all nations with a presence on the North Island of British Londinium]
[From: Peter Firth, Minister of Foreign Affairs]

In accordance with the recent ceasefire agreement signed by Londinian Prime Minister Alistair Davidson, all Londinian land, including all of the Northern and Southern Islands and any and all surrounding or overseas territory owned by British Londinium, is now under Freekish jurisdiction. According to the decree issued by Alerick Fleshgrinder, all nations currently occupying parts of Londinian land that are not a member of NATO, Gholgoth, or the GASN, are illegally occupying the land and are therefore violating the sovereignty of both Automagfreek and British Londinium.

The war is over. A surrender agreement has been agreed upon, and as such your continued presence in British Londinium is both superfluous and illegal. Do not fear for the future of these people, as several supranational organizations have pledged their support to its rebuilding to greater heights than before. However, I must insist, on behalf of all forces flying the flags of Gholgoth, NATO, and the GASN, that you vacate your occupied territory immediately.

If needed, I would be pleased to open formal negotiations with any national governments with regards to this matter. I would rather end this whole affair peacefully and diplomatically than anything else.

Thank you.


Peter Firth

Caelapene Fleet, off the coast of Triumphe

Excitement did abound as the thirty-three Caelapene ships left port and moved out to international waters. The soldiers partied and even the officers loosened up a little. After all, Caelapes was now less likely to be overrun with Freekish forces. Matt Thompson sat in the bridge and smiled as he made phone calls to the other ships and then to his family back in Caelapes -- they were coming home.

They hoped.


Transmission to Freekish Forces
from the ANC Tueor - Aeronavy Caelapes

To whom it may concern:

We have come into contact with our government and they are currently meeting regarding this latest turn of events. Due to the decision made by the Londinian government, it is the belief of the Aeronavy that there is no further use for the Caelapene declaration of war against you and as such we request peaceful passage out of Londinian waters and back to our home.

We await your response.

Aerocolonel Matt Thompson
47th Aeronaval Liaison Group
Federation of Caelapes

GN Alliance, Flagship of the Second Combined Fleet

The rejection of a peaceful withdraw by the World Soviet forces would cost them dearly. No sooner had the insulting communiqué been confirmed then action was taken to protect Granzian interests and those of her allies.

The Commonwealth had learned what devastating effect mass missile strikes could bring to the enemy the hard way. The navy had been the recipient of such a maneuver during the Daylami Wars many decades ago. Since then Central Command had been careful to safeguard against similar tactics in the future, and in the process had acquired a potent new tactic. Now the World Soviet fleet would receive such a punishing blow that they would be removed as an active fighting force from the British Londinium theater.

Flanking the carriers at the center of the Granzian task force were seemingly large sections of empty ocean. The Admiral had been careful to keep his prized weapons submerged since his fleet had left the Granzian isles to keep them from prying enemy eyes. Yet it was time to show the enemy that the Commonwealth was nothing to be trifled with. From the choppy ocean now rose the sleek superstructures of Torrent Class arsenal ships.

Flashes of fire erupted from the vessels as they were engulfed by the exhausts of Long-Axe missiles fired off in waves. Their targets were not the capital ships of the World Soviet fleet, but its escorts, the ships that would be least well-armed against tens of thousands of missiles. And since they came in such large numbers, the admiral was reasonably certain that it would overwhelm the anti-missile system of the TWSP fleets.

It would be apparent to the TWSP that entering British Londinium waters would be a mistake they would regret.

(OOC: Info on the Torrent Class can be found at Soviet Bloc's thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=348225)

"In accordance with the recent ceasefire agreement signed by Londinian Prime Minister Alistair Davidson, all Londinian land, including all of the Northern and Southern Islands and any and all surrounding or overseas territory owned by British Londinium, is now under Freekish jurisdiction. According to the decree issued by Alerick Fleshgrinder, all nations currently occupying parts of Londinian land that are not a member of NATO, Gholgoth, or the GASN, are illegally occupying the land and are therefore violating the sovereignty of both Automagfreek and British Londinium."

"What in creation is the point of repeating this claptrap?"

A Soviet Marine scoffs at a transcript, casting it aside as he switches night for day sights on his rifle, or vice versa.

"If that held any water it'd be an admission of the fact that the initial invasions of British Londinium's soil were illegal, and, as such, it would invalidate itself.

"Nobody on earth is stupid enough to believe it, and so it must be a deliberate insult to everyone on -or affiliated with anyone on- the north island. It is, then, racist, as well as rubbish!"

No point spewing nonsense at Sovietists. The Commonwealth is an educated land, not a hick-hive. Give them a good argument or shut up and fight.

The situation

As Indian Soviet ships, WIGs, and planes continue to arrive, Adiatorix's men dig in, hard. CS-400 Red Sky and CS-500 Arawan ABM batteries are important, cited wherever the Soviets can move without being shot at by Quislings, and the Soviets are trying desperately to remind people that their friends and families down south have been murdered by Gholgoth, and that the surrender only means that their democratic enterprises will be taken away from them.

"Barricades on this street! False stockade here... mine this side! Loop holes in here! Break this pipe! Shut off the gas, here! Sniper, up there! Get another blockade on that corner!"

Soviet forces tried desperately to inspire a co-ordinated defence. The north island should not be given up. Why should it? These were free people, socialists, democrats, armed and befriended. No act of aggression had been committed, but a serious defence certainly could be mounted!

Across the island, where not contested by other foreign troops, Soviet forces were trying to replace surrendering forces with valiant militias. Any BL citizen who was prepared to carry on the fight would be given whatever weapon could be found for him or her, and Soviet Marines tried to arrest security forces who accepted the governmental surrender.

The bulk of the Indian fleet remained off the west coast, WIGs dashing in and out as necessary to deliver men and supplies wherever they would be required.

Official Diplomatic Communique

We will leave in accordance to the request forwarded to us by the British Londinium PM, however, we'd like state our official condemnation of this operation as a whole. Your supposed "rebuilding" of the nation is merely an attempt to take over it economically, and pledging support to the civilian populace is hipocrisy after the terrible acts commited by the barbarians of AMF.
Soviet troops will begin pulling down, taking with them everything they brought here, and any refugees wanting to flee the country after this illegal take-over.

OOC: Dammit... take your losses World Soviet. My missiles will reach you before you withdraw.

HBC Online - Breaking News

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British Londinium surrenders, again, to the forces of Automagfreek,
NATO and Gholgoth.

Londinian PM Signs Second Surrender
War could be over; rumors of "Oxbridge Free State" abound

Word came early this morning that Prime Minister Alistair Davidson once again ordered all Londinian forces to surrender. It is not known if this second declaration will last as long as the initial surrender. Mr. Davidson said that British Londinium must put itself under the "protective control of Automagfreek".

Officials in the Foreign Office tell HBC that Foreign Secretary Stephen Larsen and his opposite in Willink may have been able to negotiate with Freekish leaders for the establishment of an "Oxbridge Free State" in the north of the country. Secretary Larsen will be holding a brief press conference later in the afternoon to discuss Londinian-related developments.

[OOC: Map of the Free State (http://img455.imageshack.us/img455/4353/linesbij1.png). AMF agreed to it. I would have written a more detailed post, which I still plan to do, but I have to first confer with Willink.]

OOC: Dammit... take your losses World Soviet. My missiles will reach you before you withdraw.

OOC: Not to mention my missiles as well.

OOC: Dammit... take your losses World Soviet. My missiles will reach you before you withdraw.

OOC: Oh sorry, I must have missed your post, just one thing, do you have info on the missiles? And, how many missiles did you fire, exactly?

SIC:

Virago Island
North of Cambridge

A procession of helicopters flew over the Zugspitze, a largish mountain, one of the few that actually had a snow cap. From the chopper, Alistair Davidson could see the facility, the emergency government headquarters erected three years ago in the event of a nuclear assault on the capital. It had been almost forgotten by everyone, but once it was remembered, the government leaped at the chance to relocate there. They'd have the element of secrecy, of privacy. The helicopters carried the Prime Minister, the President, the Cabinet, and most MPs, though a few remained behind in Terrence Air Force base until they could be retrieved again.

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IC:
The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To the Indian Soviet Commonwealth:

Please cease and desist your continuing military actions in our nation. Your efforts jeopardize the fragile peace that has been forged, and endangers countless lives. Adhere to the directives of the Freekish government for the sake of the People's Sovereign Republic.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

Praetonian tanks and trucks, having finished loading gold and museum pieces from BL drove back to their bases and soon the airlifts were complete.

[OOC: Sorry for the really bad post, busy revising.]

Lieutenant-Colonel Jones sat in one of the many abandonded buildings now taken up by the Paras, reports came in about Delta company's clash with the commander and troops of the United kingdom2 and the attack made by Soviet fighters, but other than those issues, the deployment had been fairly routine for the elite soldiers. The officer looked up as the communications specialist grinned as he sat by his radio set, quickly rising to his feet and approaching Jones, radio in one hand, the handset pressed against his ear as he handed it to the colonel, "Eurasian surrender, whole of nation under Gholgothic control!" Crackled the radio as he smiled.

"That's done it then," Jones said, climbing to his feet as well and greeting Sergeant-Major Rottman as he entered the room, "Sargeant, prepare to move into the city centre, the Eurasians have surrendered to Automagfreek forces and we should face no resistance. Standard rules of engagement apply for self-defence, but we're here to take care of these people now."

"Yes Sir!" Replied the senior sergeant as he exited, his kit still clanking as the officer and the radio operator collected their equipment and started outside, Jones's helmet once again replaced with the maroon beret of the SCAR airborne units. Outside, Easy and Fox companies were preparing to head out as the casualties of the strafed Delta company section were attended to by their platoon's medic, with only minor wounds, they were ready to march as the soldiers started along the street towards the interior of the city, an Aequatian flag flew from the aerial of the headquarters company's radio operator as they walked against the pavement.

Praetonia, TGs.

OOC: Oh sorry, I must have missed your post, just one thing, do you have info on the missiles? And, how many missiles did you fire, exactly?

(OOC: 1300 VLS tubes per ship, I have 24 Torrent Class in my fleets, that makes 31200 missiles total.

Lifted these stats (my navy calls them Long-Axe instead of Battleaxe) off Praetonia's storefront page; I have production rights:

‘Battleaxe’ LORSOM (LOng Range Stand-Off Missile)

Length: 15.6m
Diameter: 0.7m
Weight: 2800kg
Speed: Mach 2.6 Supercruise, Mach 2.8 Terminal (Sea-skimming shaped charge); Mach 2.6 Supercruise, Mach 6.4 Terminal (Sea-skimming / Vertical attack Kinetic Energy)
Range: 1,240km
Warhead: 686kg High-Explosive Shaped Charge / none (1m solid tungsten / DU penetrator)
Guidance and Countermeasures: Missile remotely guided by ship radar or GPS; ‘Simplex’ Guidance radar for course adjustments and redundancy
Unit Cost: $3,000,000
Production Rights Cost: $4,500,000,000

The Battleaxe is quite simply the most advanced missile ever developed in Praetonia. It was decided to develop such a missile after seeing the strength displayed by the Hamptonian FastFalcon missile, which was capable of striking with considerable accuracy from well outside the range of all Praetonian missiles. The Battleaxe has an incredibly high endurance at a fast speed, with the huge terminal velocity of the Kinetic Energy variant provided by a SCRAMjet engine activated only a few kilometers from the target. The missile is also designed to fill the role of the Halberd ABatM, by providing substantial anti-battleships power (in the form of it’s Kinetic Kill variant) without sacrificing speed, range or ability to avoid CIWS and similar.

ILLIAN, ILLIOR

Before the Ceasefire had even been issued, the GASN Aid Program was hard at work, realizing that quite a bit of the southern island, and probably a decent amount of the northern island would need to be rebuilt. It also seemed like the economy would be devastated. Luckily for them, The GASN Aid Program had over a quadrillion USD in resources to work with, allowing the GAP to put together a comprehensive investment/loan package to help their economy recover. As well, emergency first responders from GAP were already on the tarmacs, loading up into their transports with emergency relief supplies for the hardest hit areas: food, water, and medicine. Other aircraft were being loaded with helicopters, and lots of them. The GAP had already contacted Cravanian authorities, and had gotten permission to use their airbase as a first response jump point for the time being. GAP also sent a quick set of messages off as the first of the Gigantic GS-4's took off, loaded to the brim with cargo, were refueled in the air, and then began their long, arduous journey to British Londinium.

TO: The Head of the Londinian Government
From: Joshua Langston Lahiri, Director of The GASN Aid Program

Dear Sir,
At this time, The GASN Aid program is moving its full weight to get first response aid teams into your nation, and I have been informed that the first group left moments ago for the Cravanian base, loaded with Helicopters, food, medicine, and water and water filtration systems for the hardest hit areas. As well, the Illiorian government has informed me that there's a rather large group of Illiorian submarines sitting off of Winchester, and they feel that it would be safest if the GASN Aid Program was to set up a major relief base on the coast outside of Winchester, but that would require the presence of Illiorian Marines for both security and building reasons, which, I would like to have your permission to allow them into your nation before I give the go ahead to my government. That base would allow for a better flow of relief and building supplies into your nation, so please, consider it carefully.

As well, those relief supplies would be useful to your economy, as GAP would like to help restart your economy, if it's got its issues that is, by investing in it with low interest loans, and using Londinian based contractors and building companies to get your nation rebuilt, with several GASN contractor teams working alongside them to both guide and work with them to move things along quicker.

As a quick recap, here's what I need at the moment.
1. A list of the hardest hit areas, so my first response teams can get on the ground and get immediate help to those areas.
2. Authorization for the creation of a large base to act as a staging point for all incoming relief supplies outside of Winchester.
3. An analysis of your post war economy, and a rough estimate on how much money would be necessary to get it back on track. There's one slight issue, in that I'm worried that much of your economy may be owned by non-aligned states, and I'd much rather GASN money be invested into SOLELY londinian companies, so I'd also like to have a list of non-Londinian owned corporations and companies, so we can select those that aren't yours and ensure that the money is only going to British Londinium, not any other state.

I sincerely hope you accept what the GASN Aid Program has to offer, as it can help your nation immensely (nor does it tie your economy to any one nation, GAP allows you to retain full control and work.)

[Signed]

Joshua Langston Lahiri

Director of The GASN Aid Program

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To the GASN Aid Programme:

The hardest struck areas are Argyll, Kingston, Westminster, and Waltham Forest. You may construct your base wherever you wish. As for the postwar economy, Londinian recovery should be fairly rapid - the major oil fields were not touched during the fighting. The greatest loss will be in our already exiguous agricultural market. Exports of vital things such as wheat and barley will need to be increased.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Prime Minister of British Londinium

OOC: I have no idea as to what companies foreign nations control in my nation, nor can I accurately estimate the cost to rebuild. Sorry.

HIQMS Tanizaki

Admiral Hashimoto blew out the last puff of his cigar and sighed deeply, breathing out the cigar smoke into the warm afternoon. His friend for two dozen years, Vice Admiral Takano, smiled as he watched his friend scowl as the finely produced colonial cigar spent its last few minutes flying backwards into the air. The two admirals and friends had come up to the top of the Tanizaki's bridge, as far as it was possible to go, and not so far behind them they could hear the gigantic sea scanning RADAR hum and twirl and buzz, knowing full well that if they crossed the safety barrier it could fry their brains.

Hashimoto slipped out a finely produced flip-top cigar box and offered it out to Takano.

"No thanks, friend." Takano waved it away and Hashimoto shrugged and took another out, lighting it slowly, as both savoured the slightly corrupted afternoon breeze on the top of the flagship of Force F, the comparably tiny battlegroup sent some days ago to British Londinium.

"So." Takano began. "I heard that Granzian fleet are already shooting it out with the bolsheviks?"

"Hah." Hashimoto replied. "Yeah. I was thinking of asking to intervene..." Hashimoto looked over at the forward turrets of the ship looking dormant, almost urging to use them.

"But?"

"Pointless. We don't need to waste our time with that. Then again, we're open for options... they haven't even given us orders yet."

"So... in the absence of orders, find something and kill it?" the pair of friends grinned at each other and Hashimoto gave Takano a friendly punch on the arm.

"You haven't changed a bit since the academy, friend." Hashimoto chuckled. "Neither have you. Well, you're not chasing girls down every day instead of studying!" Takano laughed.

"And you're not fucking the teacher either, so you can shut up!" Hashimoto shot back with a smile. "Besides, fuck studying! I never did that shit anyway. And look where I am now." He finished.

There was a pause and Hashimoto took another puff on his cigar again. The silent pause was only broken by the humming of the radar, then a crackle on his radio, which he picked up. Takano watched his face become more and more concerned and wondered what was happening, when Hashimoto grumbled an over and out and hung up the radio.

"Gholgoth are being wankstains again. Especially Haraki." Hashimoto grumble and began to outline what had been demanded by the Gholgoth nation held in such high contempt by Questers.

"Those shits." Takano spat. "No orders from the top?"

"None" Hashimoto replied. "I'm requesting reinforcements though. I don't think anything will come of it..." he shrugged. "But you never know with these diplomatic types."

Takano nodded. "What we have here is good, but far too small..." he looked around over the assembled ships, the planes and the helicopters and the destroyers and carriers."[/i]

"Mhm. Anyway, its not our concern anymore... lets go inside. I feel like a brandy and another cigar."

Admiral Putamov leaned over the railing of the catwalk, just to the right of his bridge. The Prince of Saratov cruised along gently at a steady pace of twenty-one knots.

So.. he thought to himself, The Questerians have arrived. My what I wouldn't give to fight an enemy such as they. Instead I'm forced to chase off the likes of Olliesland, and this damned Soviet Fleet.

It had been a stressful week. For the most part, Putamov had been outnumbered, but never outgunned. Had it come to a slugging match with Olliesland, he was sure they would have come out on top. Artisagrad had already sent another two fleets to supplement his own, but why bother. Everything was winding down. Fucking depressing.

He could attack the retiring Soviet Fleet which had fled with its tail tucked between its legs, but that would be pointless. Granzi was raining missily death upon them, and Putamov would rather keep his stock of missiles for more interesting foes.

But still, Beddgelert persisted in its headstrong defiance of the current Londinium surrender. The channel was only three hundred kilometers from Putamov's position; He would run the risk of inciting the Praetonian fleets, but mind you, he would not care. Glorious Sea Battle was what he lived for, and what he would die for. The Praetonians numbered many, but they would suffer much for the destruction of the Iron Fleet, only to have to deal with two equal & fresh fleets from Artitsa.

His mind had begun to wander. Yes, he would strike Beddgelert. He would smash their fleet, and shatter their land forces.

Putamov entered his command bridge, and lifted his satellite phone from its reciever, connecting with Lord Marshall Beautrix. An attack would need to be coordinated.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Several hours had passed. The Artitsan Fleet had moved within 250km of the channel, and by conjuncture, the Beddgelert Navy. It had been well known for sometime the use of their Submarines in the channel, having exposed themselves as they laid their mines. Powerful AWACs aircraft from the aircraft carriers and the Artitsan continent itself provided much needed intel to avoid incidents involving the Praetonian Fleet, which had appeared to have distanced itself somewhat from the Beddgelertians.

The really nice thing about a fleet placing itself in the narrow confines of a channel, is that they rarely move about. The AWACs and satellites had down their job, and the massive super-dreadnoughts of the Iron Fleet had their targets. Massive 30" guns slowly grinded towards their counterparts in the channel, great machines within the turrets hoisted massive shells into the breach of the revered weapons.

The barrels began to point skywards slowly. Within the turrets, teams of men fed information into the shells, such as trajectory, targets, weather information - all the fun stuff. The shells happened to be ERGM (Extended Range-Guided Munitions) and thus other teams fed fuel into the rockets of the shells, giving them the 250km range.

Putamov stood out infront of his bridge, arms crossed behind his back. Time had run out, and the massive cannons rang out. Behind the flagship, the other ships of the line fired off their salvo's, hundreds of massive shells hurtling towards the Beddgelertian Fleet. Almost immediatly after, thousands upon thousands of AM-98B's (http://z4.invisionfree.com/worldatwar/index.php?showtopic=178&view=getnewpost), AM-98K's (http://z4.invisionfree.com/worldatwar/index.php?showtopic=178&view=getnewpost), and AM-98H's (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12539835&postcount=32).

The submarines were a different issue... they would have to be dealt with later. For now a formidable screen would be set, as TAMDs and destroyer groups blocked any effective approach to the ships of the line.

The carrier groups readied their attack aircraft, ASW helicopters, ASW aircraft, fighter craft, and other such things. Deep in Artitsa, EB-15's were being prepped, loaded with more munitions should the fleets strike fail.

Official Communique to All Forces

Theoropian forces shall began evacuating the norther island immediately. We request safe passage from the waters around British Londinium for not only the troop transports, but for our submarines and cruisers stationed there.

We would like to take this opportunity to congratulate our allies in fighting hard. Should British Londinium had not surrendered, I am sure we would have had a fighting chance. I also would like to extend a congratulations to the enemy on a battle well fought. Even now, tactics and strategies learned from your forces are being implemented into our armed forces. Hopefully, this conflict has no bearning on future events between Theoropia and the alliance of Gholgoth.

Emperor Brant

Secure Transmission

TO: Commander of Beddgelert forces
RE: Londinian surrender

It is my intention to prevent the further bloodshed in the name of a conflict that has already ended. British Londinium has surrendered unconditionally to the allied forces of Automagfreek, yet my sources confirm that the Beddgelert forces continue to lend material support to armed elements of that nation. Desist at once, or face the same treatment given to the navy of the World Soviet Party. They are now fleeing the battle zone in shall we say 'less-than-operable' shape.

Remiras Segal
High Admiral
Commonwealth Navy

Off Virago

Adiatorix's satellites and Morrigan AEW-UAVs alerted him to the movements of the rampantly aggressive Artitsans in good time, but already, of course, the bulk of his fleet was, as it had always been, off the west coast of Virago, so movement into the large channel was regarded initially as a likely invasion attempt. Scrutiny of ship-types seemed to dismiss this possibility, and the Field Marshal became concerned for his fleet assets.

NT4C-N Hobgoblin air superiority fighters scrambled to take-up stand-off posture relative to hostile AWACS some distance from his fleet, shielded on the far side of the island, and neither they nor the linked radar of his large UAVs were shy about acquiring fleeting target locks on those airborne eyes, intending to discourage their approach. NT-2 Puffin VTOL strike fighters began to rise from Nibiru and India Class carriers to bolster the CAP depleted by Hobgoblin sorties.

The western mouth of the channel was increasingly littered with Ortiagon Class 'stealth subs' armed with, amongst other things, 670mm capital torpedoes. Many lying still and silent while a few others cruised about on air-independent propulsion and Anunkai Class nuclear boats eased into defensive positions under electric drive.

The Field Marshal seriously considered hitting the Artitsans as they enter the narrowest part of the channel, concentrating submarine fire from a wide arc, but there were myriad reasons to let the chance slip by and even consider edging his submarine cordon back as the foreigners approached.

Adiatorix's hundred cruisers and four-hundred fleet-defence frigates stand ready with their VLS ABM/SAMs to intercept anything launched from within a few hundred kilometres to a strength of several thousands in number

Ashore several CS-500 Arawan batteries sit ready to intercept missile threats, though it is now quite clear that they are too few in number to save Londinium's citizens should the invaders resolve to spend a few billion dollars showing indiscriminate death upon them, and Soviets in the field are to be found debating the value of their mission, so entangled as it is with naval tactics of little interest to an Indian soldier.

The general consensus is that the admirable words of the Eurasian Prime Minister were in fact empty bluster, and as little response is received from the populace it is an increasingly widely held view that this is a nation of the meek and the cowardly.

CS Ood

Aboard the bridge of his by some standards modest flagship, a Chainmail Class guided missile cruiser, Adiatorix, still angrily queezy and wishing for a proper land-war, was rather busy worrying about Artitsan movements when Granzi's High Admiral called for his attention. Accordingly the response was a couple of minutes in coming.

When it was dispatched, Adiatorix's tone was apparently relaxed, the Geletian suggesting that withdrawing a fleet of more than four thousand vessels and extracting tens of thousands of shore-based personnel was not something that happened quickly.

Further, he had to act on Raipur's orders and information relay coupled with the democratic nature of the Soviet Commonwealth meant that he had to wait while the Final Soviet convened, discussed, voted, and appraised him of his orders. He did note that the Indian Soviet fleet was not attempting to take on an aggressive posture, his field authority allowing him at least to hold his forces back while he awaited withdrawal or other commands.

Trying to co-ordinate the will of the troops with the strategic situation and the will of the commune was not easy, but, increasingly, sounds from Soviet India suggest a disillusioned abandonment of hapless British Londinium is on the cards.

SNIP
Yeah, you had best add me on MSN and AIM cause the majority of your stuff ain't as uber as you think it is in the NS world. Hate to be a dick but a 670mm torp ain't that impressive anymore. Need to know info about your SAMs, etc.

Skyian 2nd Naval Armada

One thousand two hundred and seventy-two surface vessels and submarines, with numerous support vessels moved noth to just within 3000km southwest of the Indian Soviet Fleet.

Guided missile cruisers and light dreadnoughts began to prepare their long range missiles, mostly Trinity-Class Super Heavy Anti-Shipping missiles for action, the solid rocket design proving much less maintence intensive then the ZMI liquid fueled Khan-Class.

Armada Admiral Yamada Tarō stood on the bridge of his flagship looking towards the horizon, a 'Hyperion'-Class Assualt Dreadnought by the name SRNS 'Minamo Kurosawa'. He felt like a god with this fleet under his command, and today, god felt like fighting.

Adiatorix receives marching orders

Across the northern island Indian Soviet forces can be seen marching north and west towards extraction points, or boarding WIGs secluded in this cove and that on the south coast. Marines wear unhappy expressions varying from disdain to disappointment as their soap-boxing elicits little response from people they had been lead to believe were socialists. Evidently the people of this land care no more for freedom than did the post-Tito leadership of Yugoslavia when it too surrendered to foreign intimidation and gave-up on economic democracy, and few expect that the fate of British Londinium will be much better than that of the Socialist Federal Republic.

Some few comrades still strain themselves in search of willing resisters who might want to accept a rifle or grenade as they depart, and some call for true socialists to quit the nation and come back to India, but, by and large, there is a great air of dejection and some resentment on the Soviet part.

At sea Adiatorix's submarines are slowly pulling back towards the surface fleet, withdrawing in stages in an effort to cover the pull-back. WIGs do not hang around, taking off for the Indian Ocean as soon as personnel and equipment are aboard.

The approach of more foreign fleets is noted, but Adiatorix is not keen to hasten his withdrawal and make it look like a retreat. In the eyes of the Soviets this is merely a severing of relations with a nation under new management. Aircraft remain in the air, patrolling at a distance from the fleet with air-to-air and air-to-sea payloads ready to fend off any assault. The fleet itself holds a fairly defensive posture as troop ships begin to depart, Chainmail cruisers favouring SAMs over AShMs in their variable tubes.

Raipur, meanwhile, prepares a document asking after the future of British Londinium and its prior market socialist economic form for the attention of occupying powers. It is not given a high priority as Indian public opinion indicates a wave of apathy in the besieged nation's regard.

Argyll

A man stood on what could be described as a city throughfare. It wasn't very recognizable as such - it was dripping with blood and coated with piles upon piles of dead Londinians clutching their chests, a panicked look about them. It was a bizarre sculpture, their bodies rigidly protruding in a grotesque display.

He stood, aghast, in the middle of the central business district - at least, what was left of it. Shards of glass decorated the street and rubble formed awe-inspiring mountains of death. Air raid sirens still wailed in a cacophony of ignorance and fear. The man coughed violently into his gas mask, blood splattering into his faceplate. A gun was withdrawn slowly from his jacket, with tears streaking down his dirt-encrusted face.

A shot rang throughout the barren city.
***
Government Interim Headquarters

"Mr Prime Minister, you need to be more optimistic about the situation," said Deputy Prime Minister Iunctus Wellington.

"My thoughts exactly," echoed Chancellor of the Exchequer. "We estimate that the economy will be operating at 75% of its former state within three months."

The Prime Minister said nothing as he straightened the three pencils on his desk. "A centimeter off," he muttered.

"What?" asked the Deputy PM.

"The right-most pencil. It needs to be a centimeter closer."

"Will you just drop the bloody pencils?" the Chancellor said exasperatedly. "What do you say?"

"Well, I'd love to be more positive," the Prime Minister said. "But I can't."

"Why not?"

"You have to be a little skeptical. Otherwise you end up believing in everything — UFOs, elves, income tax rebates…"

Somewhere between Haven and British Londinium, 01.00

A voice sounded in the darkened cockpit of a large, lumbering aeroplane, flying high and fairly slowly above the troubled waters to the South of Haven. The voice was not happy.

“Too fucking dark tonight. Can’t see a bloody thing>” The voice growled furiously at the elements and their brazen inconsiderateness in allowing the darkness to come between it and what it wanted to do.

Another voice piped up. “What about it?”

“I wish it’d fucking go away, that’s what about it,” replied the first voice, losing not hint of its gruffness.

“They call that ‘daylight’, y’know. Won’t be here for a while yet,” the second voice replied, a slightly mocking overtone jarring the first even further. But the first voice refused to reply and dissolved into subdued mutterings. This evidently pleased its colleague, who went back to whistling a somewhat off-key version of It’s a Long Way to Tipperary. The voice belonged to the pilot, a certain Courror, an AV-MF veteran whose good cheer was nearly legendary. He had plenty of reason to be cheerful today; the weather might be pretty miserable, and this might be a very scratched-together mission, and he might be in desperate need of a new pair of socks, but at least he had a new plane to play with.

The plane was a brand-new, factory-fresh pre-series example of the AV-MF’s latest creation - the LBP-2 (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/56765378/), the long-awaited replacement for the magnificent but very aged Tu-142s of the Soviet days. The plane was, overall, not a bad machine. Its six powerful, highly efficient engines gave it enormous cruising range and endurance and at least a margin of redundancy; its radar system was phenomenally powerful, near-on impervious to jamming and not really too bothered by EMP; its four 82mm recoilless rifles could make short work of small boats, surfaced submarines’ conning towers, and indeed other aircraft if they got chance - or so the gunners insisted.

Of course, there were certain prices to be paid for those features. The radar, powerful as it was, was also rather big; in fact, it took up much of the space behind him, and emitted so much heat that it was, at this precise moment in time, giving his buttocks a very odd temperature rise that made them at least three degrees warmer than the rest of his body. One of the eleven other LBP-2s - nicknamed “Llamas” by their crews owing to their distinctly bouncy rides at low level and the strangely undershot appearance of the front RR turret - had already had to turn back owing to the radar rather embarrassingly catching fire. That wasn’t good.

And of course, these pre-series planes were still, really, under design. So it was hardly a surprise that the controls, easy to use as they were, were a little bit… weak, really, for Courror’s tastes. He’d already only narrowly avoided one end of the aerodrome whence he had come on a low-level pass, owing to the somewhat lacklustre performance of the elevators and trim systems. In fact, the plane’s tendency to ride nose-up despite full downward trim was worrying him rather a lot, and he had deliberately laced part of his webbing around the control column to keep the horizon at least reasonably level. Courror accepted this willingly, in no small part because, unlike the Bears to which he was used, the windscreen wipers didn’t come on of their own volition, the ailerons didn’t tend to fall off in flight, and nor did the engines break.

“Captain! CAPTAIN!” The Senior Flight Engineer’s voice came across, strident and urgent and about two octaves above its normal baritone thrum, into Courror’s earpiece. He winced and turned it down quickly, the replied with a similarly bellowed “WHAT?!”

“Port inner’s gone, sir!” the SFE shouted back, for the plane’s interphone system had also not yet been fully refined, and tended to oscillate between an indistinct fuzziness that made the crew sound strangely like George Formby, and a high-pitched, screeching high-amplitude state that had, rumour had it, driven at least one test pilot to attack the system with a spanner.

Courror was not, of course, at all pleased with this news. “Y’what? Are you sure?

The SFE was indeed sure. “Well, either that or we now use stationary props and move the air around them!”

Great. Courror thumped the arm of his ejector seat. This was a distinctly unwise idea, since the ejector seat was prone to ejecting the crew rather more enthusiastically than was quite necessary, but he was in no mood to worry about suddenly being blasted three hundred feet above his craft. He pressed the intercom button again. “Engineer, can you and your man get to it?” Pause.

“Yeah, we can. The crawlway should be clear.” I thought that was there for a reason, the SFE mused, unaware that his junior colleague’s normally tanned face was now the colour of rice pudding. “See if we can figure out the problem, eh?”

“Good work, engineer.” Courror checked his own RPM gauges, just to make quite sure the engine had indeed stopped (it had) and then suddenly had an idea.

“I’ll try not to turn without giving you a shout!” he said helpfully, as the two men clambered into the wingroot to tinker with the recalcitrant Camel engine. That was another of the prices to be paid for the Llama’s extraordinary abilities. It could fly, in its present state, for something like eighteen thousand kilometres before needing to refuel. The only problem was that the engines sometimes did, in fact, break.

Running on its five remaining powerplants, the Llama continued to lead the procession of other aircraft above the cloudy mountains under stars. If all went according to plan (which it almost certainly wouldn’t) they were due to land at Terence Air Force Base in a shade over twelve hours. Of course, that itself was a bit of a moot point, since at least three Llama prototypes had been lost thanks to their tendency to develop an uncontrollable yaw on take-off or landing and pile into any nearby object too stupid, slow or stationary to get out of their way. This didn’t faze Courror at all; compared to his own old Bear, this machine was heaven itself. Besides, not even the Llama, with all its faults, had an autopilot so bad that, when programmed to fly North-East towards home, it could in fact fly North-West and end up directly over the North Pacific, nine hundred miles from its intended destination, before helpfully informing him that he was "slightly off course." Well, not yet anyway, Courror thought, fingering the little sunburst medallion round his muscled neck.

OOC: Erm, the thread's closed.

((OOC: DPUO is NATO.))

OOC: Okay. Carry on, then.

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After the Democide
9 June 2009 | KENSINGTON
From financier.co.rsp

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The future of British Londinium looks bleak.

THE BOROUGH of Nyquist in Kensington is marked by its vibrant restaurants and its teeming shopping areas. But the Democide changed all of that. The stores are empty, with shattered glass, and restaurants are home to a deadly silence. Kiwi Wharf, the central business district, is similiarly desolate. Even the City of Kensington proper, home to Parliament, remains taciturn.

The southern province of Castelfiorentino fares far worse, however. Its largest city, Argyll, was not only home to a brutal Freekish occupation, but the victim of a massive Londinian biological and chemical assault. Between the two, millions of innocent civilians lay dead on the streets, their blood coursing through the streets. Occasionally, the blue helmeted Londinian soldiers can be seen gutted and hung with barbed wire on a lightpost.

The consensus among most nations is that the PSR is gone, that it is a dying nation that should be left to perish at the hands of Gholgoth. But British Londinium, it seems, refuses to die. Already, Londinian industry is attempting to restart, with Rastafari Defence Industries unveiling a new type of anti-ballistic missile technology, and with Royal Dutch Shell resuming production at a number of oil platforms scattered throughout the Black Gold Sea.

But as always after such a devastating conflict, the balance is delicate. Should the nation succeed in restarting the economy, the government in Kensington may feel boosted by a wave of support from ordinary citizens. Failure, however, could play into the hands of its enemies, showing the government to be feeble, stirring unrest among the populace, and favouring various drives to topple the government. Whatever the outcome, the tragedy is also a reminder that British Londinium—and the rest of the world—should not let this wretched country continue to fester as a ghetto of misery and extremism which stoke up anger across the region.

OOC: Just to show I'm here....
Kensington AFB

"Hurry the hell up! We gotta get down to Argyll while people are still alive!" Retired Commander Mike Jacobs was screaming at his crew. Twenty IH-75s were unloaded quickly, checked over, fueled, and loaded, with medicine, clean food and water, and medics and surveyors to check out the area. Several Minutes after all that had been done, the twenty helicopters moved out.


Back in Illian
"So we can pump a good 5 trillion to start into their economy, and that should get things running smoothly," Mike Salis said as he finished his analysis

"Do it," Director Lahiri said, "and keep the loans low, like 1.5% over 40 years."

"Done."

The industries in BL would soon be receiving phonecalls, asking whether or not they needed cheap investments to get back on track or not, as the GAP went into full swing.

Congressional Record
Foreign and Dominion Affairs Secretary's Questions Period

Before the
Royal Senate Committee of the Whole

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby, Royal Senate Proconsul]
The honorable Secretary of State for Foreign and Dominion Affairs, the Senator from Concorsa

[The Hon. Secretary Stephen Larsen, MRC]
Mr. Proconsul, members of this honorable body, I would like to take this time to announce to you that the Administration has successfully negotiated the establishment of a territory free from NATO-Gholgoth influence in British Londinium. The Royal Armed Forces and Federal Government will support this new state until the entire nation can be reunited. The acting Chancellor and I have informed the relevant Cabinet ministers of the terms of our commitment. We shall make the terms and conditions available to this house and the other two houses of this Congress before the end of the week.

[Shouting and feet stomping from opposition Senators]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Can I have a little order please?

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
Mr. Proconsul, it is the intent of the Foreign Office and the Administration as a whole to support the reconstruction efforts in British Londinium. The Minister of State for International Development and his office are drafting proposals for loan and grant packages to help fund rebuilding efforts. Our operations to transport civilians out of the country to various locales in the United Realms is set to continue until there is no longer adequate or sufficient demand. Most importantly, we are determined to leave in place a security force capable of maintaining order and civility in the free state. After recommendations from the Joint High Command Council and debate in the Council of State, the Sovereign has appointed Royal Army Lieutenant General Heather Vogel as the Commander, Hamptonian Imperial Forces - British Londinium. General Vogel will work with the Londinian government to facilitate the restoration of security and the eventual phasing out of Hamptonian forces once our mission is complete.

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
The Leader of the Opposition, the Senator from the Lesser Margraves

[Alissa Dorcey, MRC Leader of the Opposition in the Senate]
What I have heard from the honorable Senator from Concorsa, Mr. Proconsul, is that without legislative or executive branch consultation, the Foreign Secretary and acting Chancellor have forced the United Realms into an open ended commitment. The agreement that has established the free state was not presented before this Senate. From what I know, the agreement was not presented to the Senior Cabinet alone or in the Council of State. I have no problem with the Agency for International Development providing assistance to a ravaged country, but why must the United Realms be dragged into a quagmire. I would ask the Foreign Secretary, Mr. Proconsul, why he did not involve this house or the Senior Cabinet in the decision making process.

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
The honorable Secretary of State for Foreign and Dominion Affairs

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
Mr. Proconsul I say here and now that allegations that the Senior Cabinet was somehow excluded from this process are completely and utterly false.

[Shouting from opposition Senators]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Can I have a little order please?

[Shouting and yelling intensifies]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Please, can we have a little order. We are wasting time here. Please.

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
President Codreanu and I informed the honorable acting Secretary of State for Finance and the Treasury, the Senator from Harrkona, and the Secretary of State for Defense and Intelligence of the terms of the agreement. The negotiations to establish the free state were incredibly intense and compact in nature. From the moment of receiving indications of an impending Londinian surrender to the acceptance of the free state agreement by the Freekish government, no more than twenty-one hours passed.

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
The Leader of the Opposition

[Alissa Dorcey, MRC]
Mr. Proconsul the Foreign Secretary says that cabinet members were notified of terms but he did not say that they were involved in the negotiation process or even informed of it. Can my honorable friend tell me if members of the Federal Government other than himself and President Codreanu were involved in the decision to pursue this course of action?

[Cheers rise from Senate floor]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
The honorable Secretary of State for Foreign and Dominion Affairs

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
I believe, Mr. Proconsul, that I have already answered the Leader of the Opposition's question. The window of opportunity was small and we operated within it as best as we saw possible.

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
The Leader of the Sandrin National Party, the Senator from Lower Sandrin

[Andrew Vandroogenbroeck, MRC Leader of the Sadrin National Party]
This seems to be yet another example of the imperious and autocratic attitudes of certain leaders within the Administration and Foreign Office, Mr. Proconsul. The honorable Senator from Concorsa has used his position as Leader of the Government in the Senate to tie up all debate on this subject. When the acting Chancellor decided to send our young men and women into British Londinium, this Senate was purposefully made silent. There was no debate. There was no consultation. Despite the specific charge from the Sovereign that he should act only as a caretaker, President Codreanu threatens to take over the Hayek Administration. It seems to me now, Mr. Proconsul, that Codreanu has found a willing and able partner in the honorable Senator. Will the Secretary of State say once and for all, definitively, that the policies being pursued by Mr. Codreanu in general and in Londinium in particular are aligned with the general wishes of the Senior Cabinet?

[Cheers from opposition Senators]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Order please. The honorable Secretary of State for Foreign and Dominion Affairs.

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
Yet again, Mr. Proconsul, the Senate sees the shameless political posturing of the Sandrin National Party and the ravings of the Senator from Lower Sandrin. I will not dignify his baseless attack with a response.

[Cries of "Shame" and "Coward" echo]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Please, let us come to order. Can I have some order, please. Senators, we need to continue on.

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
Mr. Proconsul, as a member of the Senior Cabinet I can say that Mr. Codreanu has not overstepped his bounds or made decisions contrary to the collective will of senior government ministers. However, it is the nature of government for some policies to be developed in controlled circumstances with limited interference from secondary actors. I think the problem with the current arrangement is that certain members of this body and the body politick are uncomfortable with having President Codreanu in power. We would all rather have Dr. Hayek return to office, but until that happens we must make the best of the situation that we can. Decisions need to be made. If the Administration were to sit on its hands until the Chancellor returns, the United Realms would fall apart.

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
The Leader of the Sandrin National Party

[Andrew Vandroogenbroeck, MRC]
Mr. Proconsul, I fear the Foreign Secretary has missed the point of my question, or perhaps he must wait for Mr. Codreanu to write his response for him [Laughter]. I think the Senate can see this agreement for what it truly is. President Codreanu and the Foreign Secretary have indefinitely bound the United Realms to a failed country with failed leadership. We are to protect and help rebuild a nation still lead by the same politicians who failed to show any leadership during the disastrous war. That's saying nothing for the fact that the Foreign Secretary entered into negotiations with one of the most unsavory and dastardly regimes in the known world. What proof could the Foreign Secretary have that the brutes responsible for the unprovoked invasion and rape of British Londinium would uphold the terms of this agreement? If they run loose again, what are we going to do? Is the Foreign Secretary willing now, before this Senate, to say that Hamptonian lives will be sacrificed to maintain this policy, a policy made without democratic input and without the support of the cabinet? We must have offended the Lord almighty to be sent a punishment as bad as the Foreign Secretary.

[Shouting and yelling from all sides]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Order, order. The honorable Secretary of State for Foreign and Dominion Affairs.

[The Hon. Secretary Larsen, MRC]
I would ask my friend the Senator from Lower Sandrin to consider the innocent men, women and children that the free state agreement has saved before he attacks this government for talking to the Freekish regime. The world is not a perfect place, as such we must all make due with what is at hand. If for the sake of our national morals we consider ourselves above talking with shadowy governments, how can we realistically expect to get anything done on the international stage? There is a cease fire in place and NATO nations have no desire to continue the war. While certain members of that alliance may be considered unnecessarily hostile, the United Realms and friends and allies within its ranks. Can we trust the Freekish government? No. Can we trust our friends in NATO? Yes. Our commitment to British Londinium and the free state is temporary. Neither this government, the Londinians or the NATO nations wish for any foreign power to remain in the nation beyond the next decade. As for the insinuations made here that I have sought to suppress debate and consultation, I would like to point out to the Senate that supplemental appropriations bills to fund the operations are scheduled to appear within the next three days. There have also been eight hours set aside over the next four session days to allow Senators to freely debate the continuing situation in British Londinium. The Senate, though, must not expect to be a full partner in executive branch decisions. Just as the Chancellor does not interfere with the business of the Royal Congress, so must the Royal Congress not interfere with the prerogatives of the executive.

[Shouting and feet stomping from all sides]

[The Hon. Viscount Badensby]
Please, please. We shall have some order. Come to order. The allotted time for Questions Period has elapsed. The Committee of the Whole shall adjourn for one hour.

Foreign and Commonwealth Office, New Clanon City

"The situation is resolved as far as I can it, we don't want to waste our mens live just to defend some hell hole who we invaded because they blended babies.

"Thank you General Melchett, I will ensure that you and your men's work does not go unnoticed."

Sir Alan placed down the phone in its holder, sighing while he finished his paperwork taking off his glasses and sipping the now tepid tea. Pressing the internal phone button to his secretaries desk."

"Hello Gregory, Yes I'm fine thank you can you send a communication of announcing of withdrawal from British Londinium."

"Oh good Sir, the fleets coming home I take it?"

"Yes, they are packing up now."

"Right tee oh, I will get on it."

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RCAF Kensington, British Londinium

The scenes of departing Clandonian troops and the masses of equipment that had been brought over and built up over the years. Hangers were being stripped bare of their spares with vehicles, aircraft and helicopters being loaded up onto the larger heavy lift transport. In the living quarters and administration areas RCAF Regiment forces were burning and incinerating what was deemed as classified material, bonfires of material from shredders, filing cabinets and command booklets. Piles of ammunition and ordinance that was unwanted was being blown in the bomb storage bunkers, terrifyingly muffled explosions and the underground concrete bunkers.

"Come on get those crates on board!" Yelled the Colour Sergeant as the piles of weapon crates for laser bombs and missiles were loaded by the young weapon techs hurrying to meet the deadline. The roar as Sabres, Globemasters and Galaxy's took off in secession the runways heaving with traffic with air traffic controller's now directing from a tent with the main control tower stripped bare of its computers and servers. The windows cracking as the portacabins and barracks blazed marking the departure and end of Clandonian Forces British Londinium, ending the several years of a Clandonian military presence in the country. The neatly kept parade grounds now deserted, the car parks empty and the officer and married quarters smouldering the once neatly kept gardens muddied from the vehicles and rapid evacuation. The playing of the Last Post as the flag was lowered and folded up given to the Clandonian ambassador saluting General Melchett and Lord Flasheart of the Expeditionary Air Force. The ending of the military occupation also signalled the end of the diplomatic presence, due to the Gholgoth force it was decided it was to dangerous and unwise for a Sovereign League member state such as the UKCP.

"And thus this is the end."

Both the occupation and perhaps the future freedom of British Londinium. Gholgoth forces have succumbed good, killed peacekeepers and threatened the North which was still relatively under allied control. It was finally time for leave as the last of the battlefleets leaving in the long line as the Expeditionary Force snaked its way back, it was not Clandonia's fight today a war was on the horizon as the two rivals clashed over a previously small nation caused a possible the greatest inter-alliance war ever seen.

The last aircraft leaving was full of troops, a Sabre in passenger configuration as it took off leaving the deserted base to the new owners which they hoped would be the Praetonians. The precaution of the burning and scorched earth lock down policy was done just encase Ghologth forces managed to make it to the North past the Praetonian and Questerian fleets. Out at sea the last battlefleets left, tendered by the last helicopters touching down on the decks of the County and Pheasant carriers, bringing home the grubby but cheerful Royal Clandonian Marines back from the several weeks of reinforcement and peace keeping.


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Official Clandonian Response

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Open Declaration:

In light of the current situation and our previous pull out plan that was agreed with the previous British Londinium administration, His Majesty's government is announcing the withdrawal of all Clandonian military forces and the ending of the diplomatic presence that has been in place since the original invasion nearly two decades ago. The Clandonian sovereign base land is hereby handed over to the Praetonian military.

We wish the British Londinium people good luck and hope that the forces of Gholgoth and NATO keep their promises not to harass, suppress or distort the democratic process. We shall watch carefully as hopefully a united, forward looking and economically developed British Londinium is created from the strife of war and conflict. With the departure of the military we hope respect will be given to any Clandonian nationals or dual citizens as well as Clandonian owned private property and business. Noting the Clandonian owned oil installations in the Black Gold Sea which will be manned until more suitable resources are found.


God Save the King



Prime Minister David Sistilin