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Official Communiqué
The Foreign Ministry

With the formal cessation of armed hostilities in British Londinium, the bulk of Commonwealth naval assets will stand down and leave the combat theater. However, the 8th Battlefleet will remain offshore of the northern island in support of NATO peacekeeping efforts, and to facilitate the transport of reconstruction aid to Londinian citizens.

It is our hope that British Londinium can rise from the cleansing fires to become a productive member of the international community. To this end, the Commonwealth pledges a total of $5 trillion to be placed in a fund accessible by our NATO allies. In addition, medical teams and humanitarian relief groups are currently en route to British Londinium and will operate in the vicinity of St. Andrews and Monegasque.

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Wenyuan Sun
Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC I take it its all over bar the shouting?


Oliver City Herald

TROOPS RETURN HOME

In a press release from the Green House, Governor Chung today announced the immediate withdrawal of Ollish army and air force units from the Chelsea enclave in British Londinium. She also announced that the Colonial Navy, sailing in the region under war hero Admiral Oliver McClusky, had also been ordered to return to home ports. She went on to praise the conduct of the men and women of the Colonial Navy and the Airborne Rapid Reaction Force (ARRF). The Governor stated "our deployment is no longer constitutionally tenable. Constitutionally we cannot stay on foreign soil when not at war unless by invitation. Following the Londinian surrender, the area is now technically under the control of the Freekish government. I don't think they'll invite us to stay, do you?"

General Petrov, ARRF commander speaking from Chelsea city, stated that his men were "disappointed to be leaving the local populace, they are worried about thir future and scared of Freekish occupation." However, he stated that the ARRF was "withdrawing in good order, in co-operation with the Chelsea Metroploitan Police Department."

FOREIGN RELATION REPURCUSSIONS
When questioned Governor Chung tried to play down any repurcussions from the incident, but did state that "Ollieland won't be bullied or cowed into silence, not by Gholgoth, not by anyone. We stand for freedom and democracy and will continue to do so." Opposition leader Oliver Nixon PHM, leader of the Colonial Conservative Party, stated that the governor was "making us a target. She has affectively drawn a huge bullseye on our nation and invited the Sentinels to shoot at it."

LONDINIAN REFUGEES

So far between 50,000 and 75,000 Londinian refugees have been evacuated by the ARRF to camps around their base at Tanemouth, Central Province. Another 100,000 are expected to arrive back with the ARRF and the Colonial government has pledged to house all those wishing to stay.

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Roma Foreign Ministry


TO: British Londinium
FROM: Roma Foreign Ministry

We sympathize with you in your recent desolation during our isolation. We offer several trillion dollars worth of various aid (built up during recent years), to be used on hardest-hit areas, along with our condolensces:

1 Trillion USD in Monetary Aid
40 Million Gallons of clean drinking water
30 Million Small Packages of various supplies (1st Aid, Food, Etc.)
30,000 Doctors, along with basic medical supplies
50,000 Men to assist in repairs, etc.
1300 Tons of food (bread, milk, etc.)
1 Million Teddy Bears
300 Tons of Medical Supplies (Syringes, Medicines, etc.)

Also, Nuevan companies will be glad to expand into your nation further and aid in the re-development of your economy.

If accepted, our shipment shall leave for Kensington immediately.

ALSO, any Londinian refugess may flee to the Grecalo islands or the Nuevan mainland.


Good Day,
Signed,
Briano Gordivici
Briano Gordivici
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Newcastle, South Island, British Londinium

The battalion of paratroopers had settled for the calm of the city fairly well, glad to no long be greeted by harassing fire from any other forces, they immediately prepared the city's main airport for the arrival of the soldiers of the light infantry brigade waiting at Terrence Air Force Base not far off at Kensington. A few hours' time would mark their arrival as they would begin to care for the troubled citizens of the city and begin their patrols, on the look for troublemakers and any remaining militia units. Lieutenant-Colonel Jones watched as his soldiers cleared the tarmac of the airfield's runways, using their own strength or "commandeered" civilian vehicles with cables to move the heavier items of rubble.

Open Transmission

Given the recent destruction wrought in British Londinium, and thanks to recent closed door talks with other top NATO officials, Haraki has now pledged a more active role in the rebuilding of the nation of British Londinium. While previously Haraki's only commitment to the NATO forces in the area was the Harakian Fifth Fleet in the Black Gold Sea, Haraki will be stepping up its role with a series of new goals and operations in conjunction with other NATO forces.

The Harakian Fifth Fleet will hereby be deployed to the Ganapati Sea, based out of the Silver Skyian base midway between Manchester and New Zürich. As well, the Harakian 20th Infantry Division, augmented by an engineer brigade, and the 90th Infantry Division, will be brought in by air to the Silver Skyian base, and then to Manchester and New Zürich, respectively. As well, a major Harakian convoy carrying large amounts of construction crews, supplies, rebuilding equipment, and two further infantry divisions, the 110th and 111th, will be sent within the week. These four divisions will secure the Londinian province containing Manchester and New Zürich, and provide safety and security for the Londinians living within.

Over the next two years, Haraki plans to spend up to eight trillion Harakian dollars on rebuilding the nation of British Londinium, with efforts concentrated on the war-torn southern island and especially the province placed under Harakian jurisdiction. Available Harakian construction and rebuilding equipment as well as supplies and humanitarian goods will be brought into the nation over the next eight weeks in multiple convoys and continuous airlifts. Londinian citizens will be trained and employed where possible in these efforts, but Harakian engineers, doctors, and other specialists will spearhead the initiative in this province, and will bring with them tens of thousands of Harakian labourers who can and will help in the rebuilding to the best of their ability.

We hope to make this an easy, smooth, and expedient process, and we are sure we can make it such with Londinian co-operation.



Peter Firth, Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs

The Libertarian Empire, working in conjunction with her NATO allies, has taken up the responsibility of restoring the area around Winchester and surrounding province. Thus, further deployment of Cravanian military assets has been authorised by the Imperial Senate to secure the area and promote peaceful growth. The following naval assets are being diverted to the region:

-8th Escort Flotilla
-9th Escort Flotilla
-10th Escort Flotilla
-6th Carrier Squadron
-7th Battleship Squadron

This deployment amounts to forty-seven surface combat vessels. Accompanying this deployment will be elements of the 18th Marine Division, and further elements of the 17th Marine Division already stationed in Terrence Air Force Base. In total an estimated 25,000 servicemen and women will be deployed to British Londinium over the coming weeks and months, and this number will gradually become less apparent as a sense of normalcy continues to return.

The Libertarian Empire will do everything in its power to ensure a smooth and steady rebuilding process for British Londinium, and only asks for the cooperation of the Londinian people.

Signed,

Louis McHenry
Louis McHenry
Director of Foreign Affairs

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

Open Declaration to the Londinian People:

I write to you today knowing full well of the bitterness that you hold to NATO occupying forces. Most Londinian citizens have been evicted from their homes, their friends and families massacred in the most abhorrent ways imaginable. Our culture, our very way of life is in jeopardy.

Disappointment, at the very least, is what you harbour towards this government, a government that seems to have given up hope in our darkest hour yet.

To that, I can only say one thing: now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. We face a glorious future, and we cannot afford to sully it by wading in the murky petulance of our past. The international community has rallied around us, providing us with trillions of dollars worth of aid.

British Londinium, as it always has, will rise from the ashes as a victorious phoenix would from the flames. And, I assure you, British Londinium will have its vengeance. I pledge to you that we will right the wrongs performed against us. The allies who have turned their backs on us will suffer, and our enemies will endure an unending cacophony of pain and misery.

Have faith. May Minerva guide us through this tempestuous period.

Victoria aut mors.

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

Outside of Winchester

Things had moved quickly for the Londinians, at least, as it was coming from the Illiorians. The 17th Fleet had been taken off of roaming duty and been placed into what essentially amounted to an invasion. Landing craft began streaming ashore, not filled totally with soldiers, but mainly engineers. The first thing to get under way was basic housing and wallings and the like, soon followed by a relatively simple airfield, to allow the landings of IAL-4s and IAL-6s at first, soon to be followed after the construction of a real runway, by GS-4's. Those aircraft began ferrying in supplies.

The next wave of landing craft brought with them portable docks to be built, allowing the smaller cargo ships to ferry supplies inland, along with the use of LCACs. This whole set up process took about 3 days. As soon as it was finished, masses upon masses of trucks and supplies were beginning to be ferried in.

Argyll

The twenty or so helicopters that had been flown into Kensington AFB were all painted white with a massive red cross on either side, and began to land throughout the city, each had a team of ten first responders, and basic medical supplies, and communications equipment, and from there, the first twenty triage centers began to be set up, with the ten first responders preparing for a massive influx of casualties. Luckily for the group, the 7th fleet had moved outside of Argyll and had brought with it, three hospital ships. These hospital ships began the process of preparing for emergency and trauma victims soon to be mass airlifted to their decks. Several other flights of helicopters began to lift off from the decks of the 7th fleet's carriers to do a double role of dropping in basic troops to begin order keeping operations, and try to keep some semblance of order.

One helicopter began flying throughout the city, blaring a single message, asking any Londinian with any military training or police training to report to the nearest Illiorian Military personnel or triage center.

A simple message was broadcast to the various NATO powers now helping to reconstruct British Londinium. It basically detailed that Skyian bases were open to incoming flights bringing civilian aid, and that the Skyian 2nd Armada would stay around British Londinium to provide security.

But it also stated that no Skyian forces or aid programs would help British Londinium reconstruct, and that no supplies/aid ment for the BL military would be allowed to be brought in through skyian bases/ports and that the People's Sovereign Republic would not be trusted by The Silver Sky to ever control a military again.

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Up to 2000 slain in terrorist attack

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Nearly 2000 civilians were killed after a string of attacks in British Londinium's capital, Kensington - the worst terrorist assault to ravage the nation.

Some two thousand civilians were butchered as terrorist bombs exploded in the borough of Nyquist.

A witness said the area had been turned into "a swimming pool of blood".

The attacks came as PM Alistair Davidson publicly signed the Instrument of Surrender on television.

As the number of people killed in the bombings continued to climb, Mr Davidson called the perpetrators vermin and called for NATO occupying forces to assist in security efforts.

"This monstrous attack today did not distinguish between the old and young, between men and women," he said.

"It targeted the population in a way that reminds us of the massacres and Democide committed by Automagfreek."

BL Defence Minister Elliot Crompton said the attacks were "a horrifying thing," but said insurgents would not derail efforts to rebuild the country.

'Burned alive'

The bomb in Nyquist's Superior Street was reportedly left in a parked car and exploded at about 1600 (1200 GMT) in the middle of a crowd of workers and shoppers.

The powerful bomb started a fire which swept over vehicles parked nearby, burning many people and sending a large plume of smoke over Kensington.

Television pictures showed a blasted scene littered with blackened and twisted wreckage.

One witness told BBC reporters that many of the victims were women and children.

"I saw dozens of dead bodies," the man said. "Some people were burned alive inside minibuses. Nobody could reach them after the explosion.

"There were pieces of flesh all over the place."

Ahmed Hameed, a restaurant waiter in the area said: "The street was transformed into a swimming pool of blood."

About an hour earlier, a suicide car bomb attack on police headquarters killed 35 people.

Another parked car bomb killed at least 11 people near a hospital in the Kiwi Wharf district of Kensington.

Hospitals in the area were inundated with thousands of injured people, many of them with serious burns from the bomb at the Nyquist market.

The Kensington Metropolitan Police has responded by implementing a yellow-coded curfew and establishing police checkpoints in an attempt to control the violence.



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Published: 2009/06/05 10:33:24 GMT

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As the shit hit the fan up in Kensington, things got moving on the ground in Argyll and outside of Winchester. The winchester base was completed in less time than originally thought, which would allow the 17th fleet to move to its new AOR of the Argyll province. As the 17th fleet was beginning to move towards the pass between the two islands, the newscast came out with the news of the bombing. The GAP had put in a request to get first response military personnel on the ground in Kensington, because at that time, there was no one there. The Illiorian Armed Forces responded by deploying the 17th fleet north, instead of Argyll.

The first thing to happen was an influx of IAL-6's into Kensington AFB filled with Marine Medics and engineers, who immediately loaded onto waiting IH-75s and began to deploy into the city, with a total of 225 repair and medical personnel to get to the scene and help set up recovery operations and to help begin the reconstruction. Soon following those recovery personnel were five hundred marines and their respective equipment, although no tanks, as those were seen to be too aggressive, began to move into the city. The commander of the Marines was Colonel Marcus Grant III, and from his helicopter, he sent a message.

To: The Londinian Government
From: Colonel Marcus Grant III
CC: Local Kensington Government, Police and military forces, and First Response medical teams
Re: Influx of Illiorian personnel into the City of Kensington
Dear Sirs and Misses,
At this time, I am both pleased and regretful to inform you that Illiorian military personnel have begun to move into the city of Kensington. The more happy reason is that there are now an additional one hundred and fifty doctors on the ground, setting up triage centers to begin helping the injured, supplying food and clean water to those who need it, and in general to be there if anyone needs help. 75 engineers are present as well, and are looking to meet with city engineers and contractors to begin setting up recovery operations of any destroyed areas. As well, 500 Illiorian marines have been deployed into the city with their equipment, but I have purposely excluded tanks, due to them being seen as a sign of aggression. At this point, these marines are to act as a supplement to the Londinian police force on the ground until the Scandavian forces can arrive to take over responsibility. I must reiterate, these forces are only here to help, and will abide by JAG order A3005.01, which states the marines will operate under direction from the Londinian Police Commander, and are to work in conjunction with Londinian police forces, and not on their own. These marines are to uphold the Londinian constitution in every way, as to keep Human Right's breaches to an absolute Minimum. If you have an issue with this, please, let me know, but as an added bonus, GASN Aid program supplies will be moving in rather soon, as I have a report that five cargo ships are less than a day away from the Winchester staging area.

I sincerely hope that the Londinian people will understand the movements I have made today, and hopefully appreciate them,

Colonel Marcus Grant III
Commander, 118th Battalion, 9th Marine Division.

And another message was sent from the commander of the Argyll theater to the Londinian Officials once again, asking them to broadcast a message asking anyone with any police or military training to report to the Argyll port facility, and any Londinain with medical experience to report to their local triage center, and any Londinian with construction experience to report to the Argyll Airport, what was left of it anyways.

At the Port facility, roughly 100 marines would be waiting to keep order, with their commanding officer ready to make his pitch, and the same would be true at the Airport. Their plans were to involve as many Londinians as possible, with the least Illiorian personnel involvement, so their reconstruction would be seen as their success, not as an Illiorian one.

The news of the bombings was met with ill feelings in New Copenhagen. Had Imperial troops been on the ground, there might have been a slim chance of averting most of the blood shed. The plan to send Imperial Marines was immediately scrapped and the 3rd Army was put on immediate deployment alert. I Corp, consisting entirely of airborne and air assault light infantry, would start loading up almost immediately and be on the way to Kensington AFB in twenty-four hours. The other two corps of the army would follow at twenty-four hour intervals.

However the most important deployment, and the one that would arrive first, was that of the Imperial Special Forces Dødsfald regiments, all five of them. As a matter of habit and policy Imperial Special Forces recruited from the four other branches rather than from the general populace; it was easier to find the right kind of people if performance evaluations and test scores could be read over. With the exception of a very few bright stars, ISF never even considered a serviceman unless they had finished their first term and were looking to re-up. That, plus the ISF requirement of re-upping for twice the normal term (10 years), tended the thin the herd of candidates by quite a bit. Assuming a serviceman made it through the selection process and nearly inhumane training regimen, they still had to serve half their term and spent time with the Royal Guard and two other corps (Raiders, Recon, and/or Parachute Commandos) before they were even eligible for consideration into Dødsfald. Another year of training, in which the soldier's art was formed into a mastery and the skills of counter-terrorism were acquired, followed if the serviceman was invited. What came out of the process were the elite of the elite, the top 0.009% in a military of 53 million. The entirety of their existence while they were in British Londinium would be to hunt down and destroy the terrorists who had committed the mass slaughter in Kensington.

St. Andrews, British Londinium

Surprisingly, the first threads of information stemming from the terror attacks reached Brigadier General Lincoln Battas not from CenIntel, but from Londinian news reports. Of course, it may be that the flood of surveillance reports and other intelligence might have overwhelmed the special task force back on the Granzian isles. British Londinium had fallen to pieces, after all. And the Londinian press should be commended for still being operational in what was essentially a warzone. Nonetheless, it was not something the thirty-seven year veteran of the army would like to become the norm.

For the moment, the area under his command had escaped the brunt of violence sweeping across devastated British Londinium. There were many civilian casualities that needed treatment of course, and civil infrastructure that needed repair, or more likely, replacement. For that, Battas had the 23rd Division of Civil Engineers, a semi-official attachment to the Ministry of Defense currently 'on loan' to his force. They were currently busy laying out temporary airstrips that would later bear vast quantities of humanitarian aid intended for the Londinians in St. Andrews and Monegasque.

Secure in a fortified camp located on the outskirts of the city proper, Battas would have liked to do something about the terror attacks in Kensington. Yet the bulk of Granzi's peacekeeping force was still en route to the beleaguered nation and would not arrive for another week. For now, he assigned tighter security to local government facilities and stepped up training for Londinian police recruits. And cursed the bureaucrats in Granzi City that always seemed to give his army the short end of the budget stick.

Argyll

"Ridiculous," muttered Giorgio Prodi as he heard the Illorian calls. "They stand by as those fuckers beat the shit out of us, then they want cooperation. Unbelievable."

But, regardless, he, and hundreds of others, all with police/military experience, began to line up at the local triage centre.

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Militants seize Ajman borough of Kensington

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Twelve police constables have been killed and thousands of civilians taken hostage as militants seized a Kensington borough.

The militants, part of the al-Nakba terrorist group, are believed to have over five hundred armed individuals within the borough.

Police forces have surrounded the city, and have made several attempts to recapture the area. All of these have ended in significant bloodshed.

The LBG's Sophie Windsor says the terrorist takeover demonstrates the weakness of the Coalition and of the Londinian government.

"If the coalition, and, indeed, the government, doesn't 'drop the hammer' soon, then the situation will certainly destablise," stated Adrian Stark, director of the Cicero Institute, the Londinian based think tank.

Three Illorian marines are believed to have been killed, though there has yet to be an official acknowledgement of such.

A cacophony of bombs

Meanwhile, more explosives devastated the rest of the city.

Bombs in Fortori and Liverpool destroyed an elevated train, killing one hundred and fifty two and wounding hundreds more.

A suicide bomber also brought down part of the Londinian Houses of Parliament, though the building has been evacuated since the beginning of the war. Nonetheless, it still makes a powerful statement.

PM Sir Alistair Davidson has called for Coalition troops to crack down on terror, while President Adélaïde Azzopardi has condemned both terrorists and coalition leaders alike, saying "both are cowards. Both have no respect for human life."

Londinian armed forces, which would significantly assist in quelling terror, remain disarmed at their bases, as per the Instrument of Surrender.

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Published: 2009/06/05 19:29:59 GMT

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The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To Nuevo Italia:

I thank you for your gratitude, and I speak for the whole nation when I say that we would certainly welcome your aid.

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

1000 km from Waddington, Black Gold Sea

Vice Admiral Vincent Lostar stood on the bridge of the FNS Deluge, the new Helina-class battlecruiser just delivered from Hybalt Defense Industries. He smiled softly. Now they could finally get to work delivering humanitarian aid to British Londinium.

Including the Deluge, twenty nine [29] ships comprised the 1st Carrier Battle Group. Their plan was a simple one. Per agreement with their NATO allies, the Ambrose-Douglas forces dock off the coast of Waddington, and deploy half of their nearly 3,000 marines to take the Waddington airport. The other half would deploy to Devonport and take that airport. Once that was completed, the aid the ships had brought with them, 2,000+ tons of relief materials, would be offloaded. The airports would serve as the forces' primary staging ground. More troops and supplies would be flown in as soon as the word reached Ambrose-Douglas that the airports were secure. Fighter cover from the 124 aircraft of the 1st and 2nd Sea Fighter Wing off of the carrier FNS Skyward would be provided to all transport planes flying in and out, 24 hours a day.

"Lieutenant." Lostar called to his comm officer.

"Yessir?"

"Get the Air Force on the phone. Tell them to load up the 'Mommas'."

"Roger that, sir." The comm officer started calling up command back in Ambrose-Douglas. Time to get this operation underway.

"Sir, message coming in, sir... it's a BLG special report, sir. Something about terrorist attacks in Kensington... and militants seizing a borough."

"Son of a bitch. Lieutenant, inform command of the situation and tell them we're going to need those troops and APCs ASAP."

"Roger that, sir, on it."

"Ensign, get Commander Mineti of the Swift on the horn."

"He's on speaker now, sir." The Vice Admiral grabbed a hand held speaker.

"Mineti, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, sir."

"Good. I want you and Commander Sharman of the Silent to head out ahead of us to make sure that no one has mined our way in. We've received reports of terrorist attacks and militant activity in Kensington. We'll keep the Deadly back here with us."

"Roger that, sir. We'll let you know if we find anything. Mineti, over and out." The Vice Admiral nodded slowly. He grabbed the mic again.

"Major Alerton." He called the commander of the air wings on the Skyward.

"Yes, Vice Admiral?"

"Get your boys in the air when we hit 500 km out... I want air cover for our arrival and for the marines as they hit the beaches. Take the 1st SFW over Waddington, take the 2nd over Devonport."

"Roger that, sir. We'll await your signal." Lostar grimaced. Things just got a lot more interesting.

"SHIT!" Sergeant Makelson yelled as he was dragged off by one or two of his squad mates.

"Fucker's are fighten those that want to get everyone outta this god damned fuckin country!" a corporal yelled, "Talk about fucked up, Hey Cap'n!" he shouted at the nearby Londinian SWAT officer, "We got permission to return fire on these god damned reb's yet?"

"Awa Gahd Damn!" another Sergeant yelled as a 5.56 round nailed him in his vest, "Those fucker's sting!" he yelled as he picked up the radio he had, and began talking into it, "Alpha Romeo-Six Seven requesting Helo Evac, we got one hit," He turned to the squad's medic, "how is he?"

"A through and Through, he'll be fi..."

"Fine you say? Fuck it all son, give me my god damned rifle back!" The Sergeant said as he picked up his CR-20A2 rifle

"Scratch that," the Sergeant with the radio said back into it, "Alpha Romeo-Six Seven requesting god damned permission to return fire, and get some fuckin helo support down here ASAP!"

The AWACs above responded, and sent the request to a nearby carrier. Before even getting the clearance, eight helos lifted off, 4 attack and four medium transports, with the transports filled to the brim.

Over in Argyll, the Londinians would be lucky, things were different.

At the triage center, the gathered persons were about to hear from a Lieutenant General,
"Look," He began speaking into the Mic of the loudspeaker, "I know you don't want us here, and to tell you the truth, I don't think we want to be here, but government politics can be a bitch at times, so here's the deal. Your city's in ruin, and most of the local government is as well. I'm not going to choose random politicians to be figureheads, and I'm not going to have martial law declared, and I will try not to have my troops invading in your way of life.

"Here's what I want out of you all; I hope you all have that military or police training as I asked, so I'd like you to become the stand-in occupation force of your own city while it's being rebuilt. Here's what that gives you: 1. You govern yourselves, so you nominate and you elect your own officials. 2. the only time my troops do anything is IF anything happens, and believe me, at the moment, you do not want my men involved. Three of Illior's finest aren't going home to see their families when we leave, and I don't want ANY OF THAT SHIT to happen here. You're the ones that will control your destiny, as this is your country and your province. YOU all will be the ones that decide whether or not there will be a massive occupation force or not, as you will take control of your destiny and decide for yourselves.

"I want all of us to be able to go home to our families, and I hate the fact that there was a loss of life. I know you probably hate our guts, and would probably love to see us under the knife right now, but you have a chance to get us out of your hair once and for all. If you want to take advantage of this, step to one of the tables and fill out a form, and after that's done, you will elect a leader, a former politician if you like, or one amongst your ranks right now. From then on, he is who you will answer to, and he will be the one to do what is necessary to uphold your constitution, and protect you and your families. From hereon out, my men will do only what is asked of them, but will defend themselves if fired upon. Soon, shipload upon shipload of construction materials will be pouring into Argyll harbor to help repair the devastation. Your city will be rebuilt, but do you want it done your way or mine? The choice is yours."

The general stepped down, watching what would happen next.

The Fifth Fleet had been on station in the Ganapati Sea for under a day when the first elements of the 20th Infantry Division began to arrive at their naval base. By the end of the first day, hundreds of Harakian transport planes had ferried in over two brigades of Harakian troops and equipment. By the end of the second day, the entire 20th Infantry Division and its attached extradivisional engineer brigade had been deployed and were in the process of reorganizing themselves into fighting form while the first elements of the 90th Division began to arrive. By noon on the third day, three brigades of troops were onboard Harakian naval transports which were deploying them by sea to Manchester, where they would take over occupation duties from whatever troops were currently in the area. The rest of the division would move overland, establishing control over the rest of the Harakian province, while their comrades established a Harakian main base and command centre at Manchester.

Two days later, the same would happen with the 90th Division and New Zürich. Within another week, naval forces would have deployed massive amounts of Harakian supplies, rebuilding crews and equipment, and two more divisions of troops, which would establish control through the smaller cities and more rural areas of the province. The reconstruction efforts would primarily focus on Manchester and New Zürich for the moment, as they were the primary locations within the province and the two Harakian bases of operations. From there they would branch out.


Lieutenant-General Terry Serras' only wish was that he had more men at his immediate disposal. For several days, until the arrival of the rest of the 20th Infantry, he would have only three brigades of fighting troops through the entire city of Manchester. Although the troops they were taking over from were still in the area and could be called on, he was reluctant to do so. This was the Harakian province, and he'd be condemned by the military command if he had to call in reinforcements from another nation while he still had troops available. It was for that purpose that he had asked Admiral Louis Falhen to keep elements of the Fifth Fleet on station off the coast of Manchester, both as a show of force and also as backup. Aircraft carriers could provide air and helicopter support, and the capital ships could provide accurate fire support.

From his newly-established command post in a blocked-off - and previously abandoned during the fighting - section of the Manchester docks, he was receiving reports from his other troops that the situation was the same in New Zürich. The city was quiet, and control was established fairly easily over an area by the docks. Again, it would take a couple days before the rest of the division would reach them, but he was assured the 90th Division was safe, just as he was assured the 20th Division, which he had chosen to accompany, was also safe.

He would wait for the arrival of the rest of the division before trying to establish firm control over the entire city.

And while he waited for those couple precious days, he decided to use his time to ask for more reinforcements from back home.

The Dødsfald troopers were informed of the insurgent militia taking over a section of Kensington five hours from Kensington AFB. A brief conference between the five regimental commanders concluded that going to an airborne assault on short notice and without sufficient intel was a bad idea, even with a 10:1 advantage in men and a truly massive qualitative advantage. It was decided that the regiments would each equip a battalion with medium battlearmour and that the five battalions would constitute an assault regiment of sufficient power to deal with the problem quickly. However, time was the enemy, more so than the idiots who had been fool enough to cause problems, simply because from the estimated touchdown time to the planned 0300 Zulu assault would be only twenty-three hours. There was a slim chance it would be enough time, just barely, to plan for a flawless operation, but even if that wasn't the case there was no way in hell the insurgents would be getting out alive.

Argyll

Cheers arose amongst the assembled Londinians in Argyll. They had a nasty experience with the Sovereign League, but Illior seemed different.

"Yes, sir!" shouted many of them.

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Hundreds killed as police launch assault on Ajman

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As police CO19 units launched a concerted assault against terrorists in Ajman, bombs ravaged the area, killing hundreds of hostages

Police constables, as well as Illorian marines, waged a directed, coordinated assault on the besieged area, utilising the complex subway system to launch several small skirmishes, scattering the militants and leaving them vulnerable to a massive, concentrated advance from the west.

Unfortunately, al-Nakba responded by bombing a high-rise apartment complex, housing several hundred hostages.

Nevertheless, several hours of intense combat gave way to the capture of the terrorist leader, Zulfikar al-Babik, as well as a number of expert bombmakers.

"The Londinian forces acted incredibly well and professionally in horribly stressful conditions, and they should be congradulated that no more civillians lost their lives, for if some of the vailiant efforts they had taken hadn't been taken, then the situation might still be continuing now," stated Sergeant James Pyrochaeta, of the Illorian Armed Forces.

A good prescription

"Why these people are doing this to their own countrymen, I don't know. It's not like they're hurting us; they're only hurting the families of their own contrymen, and making it harder for life to get back to normal. My advice to the Londinian people, so I hopefully never have to treat you for bullet wounds or write your death certificate, don't do stupid shit like this, and if you know someone who is and isn't about to be dissuaded from doing it, report them to the police using one of several anonymous hotlines," noted an Illorian medic.

Kensington Metropolitan Police have also prepared for any future events like this by beginning a rigorous counter-terror training programme.


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"So here's the Plan," James Jacobson, a Londinian police captain said to the squad of Illiorian marines, "Safeties off, you will go in through the 3rd station, teams 2&3 will take the fourth, 4&5 have 1 and team 6&1 will take two, and hopefully this will split them up. We've got teams 7-18 setting up an assault from the west once I give the go ahead, any questions?"

One of the Illiorian corporals raised his hand

"Yes?"

"You got any extra flashbangs? I forgot mine," he said, slightly embarrased

"KELLEH! WHAT DE FOOCK DID OI TELL YEH ABOOT THEM DEMMED 'NAIDES!" Sergeant Pyrochaeta yelled in a silly Scottish accent. "Lucky you, I brought a bunch, let's get goin."

The team advanced down the stairs and began moving towards their target areas, through the dimly lit tunnels, moving at a quick pace, moving as quiet as possible. Their weapons were silenced for the most part, either using their service pistols or their tertiary submachinegun.

The pointman raised his fist, and looked down his all-light scope, and squeezed the trigger twice. Two soft thuds could be heard in the distance, and as the team moved in, they saw what the two thuds were: two AK-47 bearing rebels, wearing full body armor. The shots had perfectly gone through their necks, piercing their spines so no reaction could even occur. the team pushed on towards what seemed to be an outpost, and once again, the pointman called for a stop, spread, and group fire. The team spread out along the wall next to the tracks, moving silently, each man using his fiber optics to find a target. When the signal was shown, the group opened fire. Soft *thunks* permeated the room as rebel after rebel fell to the precision fire of the silenced weapons, but unluckily for the marines, one got on the radio and called out the assault before he was silenced.

The Marines quickly changed what they were holding to their CR-20A2 assault rifles, and each took positions around the stairs, waiting for the mass assault they were sure would come. Luckily for the Londinians, the Illiorians had drawn off the major response group the rebels set up, so they were able to move ahead mostly unhindered, and began clearing the street, assaulting the base building first without even knowing it. As they went from room to room, they found people making bombs, with rifles nearby, but that was quickly stopped as each man was quickly gagged and flexcuffed, so he couldn't make a sound or move. That was the way the next five floors went, until they reached the staircase to the sixth, where a sentry posted heard their movement and alerted the leader. The leader then pressed the big red button, and a building down the block collapsed.

With a renewed vigor, the Londinian assault team went screeching up the stairs, led by a tactical shield, and several flashbangs. The assault team shot several of the leader's bodyguards, but managed to take the leader alive, gagging him, flexcuffing him and beating him up "slightly" in the process.

Back down the street, the assault team from the west came roaring in with the collapse of the building and began clearing the rest of the street, moving efficiently, capturing most, and killing few, and losing no other civillians.

Back in the subway, it looked like a massacre had occurred. The rebels had stupidly and zealously rushed down the stairs at first, about twenty of them, all easily dispatched by the 12 Illiorian marines. The next wave moved slightly more smartly, dropping in several smoke grenades and moving slowly in. Several frag grenades stopped that wave in their paths, killing another ten or so. The last wave was a flat out rush, preceeded by both flash and smoke, but once again, the assault was a complete failure, with the bodies becoming bullet riddled as the Marines used less than a clip each, killing a total of 60-70 rebels in the process.

The Illiorians moved back up onto the street after their day's work, and went and surveyed the damage done, watching as fire crews attempted to find any living in the aftermath of the destroyed building, and watching close to a hundred men being dragged out into the streets, the whole group cuffed and carefully watched by close to thirty guards. Sergeant Pyrochaeta moved towards the captain and began to congratulate him on his planning and the general success of his operation, the squad's medic walked over to the building looking to help in any way he could, and the rest of the team took a minute to sit down, and check themselves. Several had been hit, but only in the armor, one in the helmet, but hadn't even noticed. Talk about that good quality Macabeeian stuff.

Both Pyrochaeta and the medic were surrounded by reporters, as the captain was of course the first person they'd go to, and the news crews would want some A and B roll film of the bombed out buildings.

With reports of violence escalating within the city of Kensington, the arriving forces of Vidimir Breathstealer were immediately divided up between those of Alerick in the south. Though each NATO nation taking part in the rebuilding had been authorized a section of the nation to oversee, it was determined by Freekish authority that the insurgency would continue to choose Kensington as its battle ground, likely for its moral significane. Vidimir's forces were re-organized into a force consisting of purely Freekish professional soldiers. Some 350,000 were offloaded near Kensington and sent into the city with armor ranging from light assault vehicles all the way to DT-25 'Behemoth' main battle tanks.

The Freekish soldiers took great pride in their heritage stemming all the way back from President Kaye's regime. They were not known for their cruelty like the Sentinels, and they did not terrify with their very appearance like the Fallen or Death Dealers. They would be the perfect ones to root out the insurgency alongside Londinian and NATO soldiers, as well as work to begin restoring critical systems throughout the capital and the rest of the country. The remaining 300,000 troops were melded into Alerick's command, and were sent to the southern province under their oversight to maintain security and defend from outsiders.

Though Kensington was already under NATO control and could certainly stamp out the opposition forces, it was decided that no chances would be taken and the anti-government movement would be dealt with quickly and discreetly. As the first ground vehicles began moving into the city, Freekish soldiers began tossing bottled water and whatever food they could spare to any citizens who needed it. Vidimir himself stood in the rear of the very first armored car, waving to the Londinian citizens while directing his forces across the city. A message was broadcast across the airwaves for all peoples within the city to hear:

Good people of British Londinium...of Kensington, your darkest hour has passed. Your plight has been horrific and unfair, and we sympathize with the suffering that has been rained down upon you all. But know now you are free from Sovereign League influence, and no longer shall they rape your fine nation. No more shall they loot your museums and banks, stealing your national treasures and indeed your very identity.

While the pain inflicted in this liberation has been severe, know that the wounds your nation has suffered from the chains of oppression have been cauterized, and Londinium shall bleed no more. Join us now in restoring your nation, and indeed rebuilding it bigger and better than before. Join us in picking up the pieces and restoring normalcy to your lives, so that we may depart your lands and leave your destiny in your hands and those of your government, who has fought so hard to defend you all. Do not abandon them in this hour of need, for as citizens of Londinium, you are all in this together.

The New Alliance and Treaty Organization are just and righteous, and we will spare no expense in meeting your every needs. We will be restoring utilities as soon as humanly possible and sending out food and water to those who need it. Feel free to approach us and state your needs, our officers are here to tend to you and your families.

Several checkpoints were established and depots claimed for resource gathering and dispersal, while armed Freekish taskforces prepared to storm suspected insurgent hideouts and eliminate them. Word was also sent to the NATO forces already in the area that Automagfreek would be stepping up the rebuilding effort within Kensington, as a sigh of good will to the Londinium people.

Camp Alvilda, 10km northest of Cambridge

Life at the Hamptonian Imperial Forces - British Londinium (HIF-BL) headquarters camp had begun to settle into what passed for normality before violence started to erupt again throughout the nation. The security situation within the Oxbridge Free State was much more stable than in any of the occupied regions, but Lieutenant General Heather Vogel and her staff did not want to make any assumptions. Hoping that the violence would stop at the border between free state and occupied territory was a luxury that the Hamptonians and Londinian rump state could not afford.

"We cannot increase our presence on the ground without risking the inflammation of passions. The Londinians may not currently see as as occupiers, but perceptions can change in a heartbeat." The General turned to the group of local force commanders that had come to Alvilda for their weekly briefing. "Our boys and girls just have to be more vigilant. It also would not hurt if we stepped up supplementary training for local peace officers."

"I think it might be wise if we ramped up our operations along the border with Imperium-controlled territory." Lieutenant Colonel Kalevi Seppänen, the head of border operations for HIF-BL, suggested. "There may be a filtering in and out of radicals that could further destabilize the situation to the south or, God forbid, bring that crap to Oxbridge."

General Vogel thought over the logic of the suggest for a few moments, "I'll talk with Prime Minister Davidson about that when I see him later today. I agree that it is important that we try to keep control of the border, but we cannot become an occupying force. The true danger that we face is that in attempting to end the violence NATO may alienate and radicalize segments of the populace. Gentlemen," she paused to signal that their brief meeting was coming to an end, "go back to your commands. Work with local leaders and community figures to ensure the continuance of peace and good order. Above all make sure that no one, Hamptonian or Londinian, is sent home in a body bag."

Off the British Londinium coast, between Waddington and Devonport

The submarines had found no mines, so now the 1st Carrier Battle Group advanced, slowly, cautiously, under the cover of dusk. The Sea Fighter Wings under Majors Alerton and Iglesias had done their respective flyovers, receiving no hostile ground fire as they had flown low over Waddington and Devonport. The Vice Admiral grabbed the microphone.

"Alright, boys." Lostar spoke, his voice broadcasting to all ships and troops in the area. "Time to get this going. I want all helos to take off and head to their respective cities, and I want the Marines and their landing craft to get into the water. First group to secure the airport gets a shift off." He smiled, knowing that his little challenge would encourage the troops to move a little faster. "Command already has the transports in the air, so we need to move quickly. If you meet any resistance, call us and we'll send some seaborne artillery your way. Good luck and god speed, men. Vice Admiral Lostar out." As soon as he signed off over the mic, all thirty seven choppers took off, twenty nine medium choppers heading for Devonport, the eight heavy choppers heading towards Waddington.

In the air, heading towards Waddington

Captain Kurtis Minoras of the 1st Heavy Transport Helo Squadron smiled at the challenge as his eight helos moved quickly towards the Waddington Airport. They would easily get to the airport before the other Marines, no contest. As they crossed the barrier from sea to land, Minoras keyed his microphone.

"Hey Alterton, you got our backs?" He called his friend, flying about 15,000 feet overhead in his fighter.

"Your backs, your fronts, pretty much everything, buddy." Kurtis chuckled at his friend's response.

"Any activity from the locals regarding the flyovers?"

"Just people coming out to take a gander. Nothing threatening as of yet. No large groups of people moving anywhere."

"Roger that, Doug. Keep me updated."

"No problem, Kurt. Sammy-1, over and out." Minoras looked out his cockpit. The city below had a few lights on, nothing serious. It actually looked more dead than anything else. Looking up, Kurt saw the airport looming ahead of them.

"Alright, squad, listen up. Lieutenant Jasper, you're with me. We're taking our Marines straight to the control tower. We need to get control of that first. The rest of you, take the entrances and secure them. We've got to hold the door open for the swimmers." Captain Minoras swung his chopper around, heading towards the tower.

On the ground in Devonport

Lt. Colonel Alan Ternos pressed the pedal of his APC to the floor, shifting gears as he bolted down a highway in the city of Devonport. His men hadn't seen the helos since they left the boat, and they were supposed to be the faster ones. Maybe something had gone wrong. He shook the thoughts from his head as he bolted around another turn, heading straight for the airport entrance.

"Alright, you assholes, listen up. There are only three entrances to this hellhole, and I want us controlling each one in under ten minutes, you read me?" A chorus of "Yessirs!" came back at him over the radio. "Good. I haven't seen the flyboys yet, so we'll assume we got here first. Let them worry about the tower when they get here, we need to seal this place off." His APC passed the fence surrounding the airport. "Ten minutes! Move!" He barked, pulling his APC over to the side and hopping out, watching the rest of his troops zip past him. Ducking back into his APC quickly, he keyed the radio.

"Major Iglesias, Major Iglesias, come in Major."

"I read you, Ternos. What gives?"

"We've reached the airport, no sign of the helos."

"We're right behind you, you assholes," came a strong female voice over the comm. Captain Elizabeth Teronson.

"Never mind, Iglesias, we have them." Lt. Colonel Ternos smiled as the choppers roared overhead, Captain Teronson's landing right in front of him. He jogged towards it as the Marines on board dispatched. "So, what took you guys so long?" He asked, winking.

Bridge of the FNS Deluge

"Admiral, we've got positive reports from both Waddington and Devonport, sir. The airports are ours, not a shot fired."

"Excellent." The Admiral breathed a sigh of relief. Stage 1 had gone according to plan. "Have the helos get back here and start loading supplies off of the Executor-class ships. And have the Marines with vehicles start letting people know that we're here to help and that engineers and food are on the way."

"Roger that, sir." The Lieutenant turned and started issuing instructions over the comm system. The Admiral allowed himself a slight smile. Now, if the planes got in without a hitch then maybe this thing could be a success. He just hoped no idiot went and blew something up.

Upon hearing word of the success of the Illiorian speech in Argyll to the Loninian crowd of ex-police and military officers, Serras knew he had to make a similar speech to those present in Manchester, and trust that the commander of the 90th Division would make an appropriate speech in New Zürich after he issued an order demanding one.

Given that the Harakian checkpoints had been up around the controlled and safe section of the docks for over a day by now, they had attracted quite a crowd of spectators and observers, whether from the street or from the buildings surrounding them. Several squads of soldiers spoke to the civilians through loudspeakers, asking them to move to a certain checkpoint to be addressed by Serras. They were not pressured into doing so, but it was made clear that he would announce the Harakian rebuilding policy. Several hours were given, and announced, to allow for the largest crowd possible when Serras climbed his way onto the top of a Harakian military jeep at one of the checkpoints and raised his arms to ask for quiet.

"Londinians," he called out, and then again louder, to gain their attention. His unamplified voice, trained by years of battlefield command before his promotion to the desk ranks, carried well through the buildings around him, reaching every necessary ear. "My name is Terry Serras, I am a Harakian general, and I am here to help you. I know you have suffered greatly over these past years. The Sovereign League invaded your nation, and when you resisted their occupation, they brutally massacred your civilian populace. I recall news reports of Praetonian soldiers firing blindly into a crowd of civilians and a Whyatican tank firing nerve gas into an orphanage. We are not those barbarians. We are here to help you.

"I'm not going to make some fancy political speech about rebuilding your nation. You don't need it, I don't need it, and it's not really up to me anyway. But what I don't want to do is institute military patrols of Harakian soldiers on every street of the province's main cities. I don't want that, because odds are Harakians will die that way, and you don't want that because that is a symbol of oppression and strife, something that neither of us want. What we both want is for you to live yor lives as undisturbed as possible. That's why we're here. Trillions of dollars' worth of Harakian time, effort, supplies, and equipment are on their way to help you. We aim to rebuild, better than ever before, everything that has been destroyed in the multiple wars against your nation. We aim to expand everything that makes your nation a great one, improve on its deficits, and above all keep you safe and comfortable.

"My soldiers are here because we know of incidents in the north where Londinians have attacked civilian and NATO targets together, and killed hundreds of innocent Londinian citizens and NATO soldiers. I don't want that, you don't want that. I don't want anyone to die, and I'm sure you feel the same way. Our primary purpose here is to protect you and to protect the Harakian reconstruction effort. We will respond with force to any attack on a Londinian civilian target or on NATO forces or reconstruction efforts, but other than that I would like to keep us out of your lives as much as possible. Rest assured that if you have lost something in these wars, we will replace it. If your home was destroyed, we will rebuild it. All the Harakian soldiers aim to do is protect our people while they do this, and to protect your people. I honestly hope we can all get along and co-operate as much as possible, because it will expedite this whole process.

He cleared his throat. "Bearing that in mind, the reconstruction crews are going to be arriving next week. Because we know that's a long way off, Harakian military engineers that will arrive here the day after tomorrow will be working non-stop to get your utilities back online and working flawlessly until the reconstruction crews can take over. In the meantime, we have brought with us, as part of the Harakian naval force anchored offshore, entire transport ships full of food, blankets, medical supplies, and other necessary goods - flashlights, toilet paper, soap, things like that. We have multiple water purification machines set up pumping water out of the ocean and converting it into clean water for drinking and bathing. All of this is for you, not for us, and if you will give us about an hour we can have these ships docked and unloading at a good pace. Tell your friends of our intentions and the goods we're giving to you as a temporary solution until we can get food production and distribution back online, and utilities running again. Then come back here, and we should be able to give you some food, water, and what you need to live until we can get your homes working properly again.

"Thank you."

The Panteran forces in and around Manchester continued to bolster defenses, bring in food and medicine for the occupied populace, and to airlift in more men and munitions. The countryside swarmed with men and vehicles, while the city's skyline bristled with newly placed AA emplacements and Ground-to-Air platforms. The number of Reavers in the city neared four-hundred thousand soldiers and their attendants, with nearly three-thousand armored units scattered through Manchester's streets and in the hills and valleys north of the city.

Grim-faced, hard-eyed Reaver soldiers were given chocolate, cigarettes and the occasional bottle of whiskey: Gifts for the winning of hearts and minds among BL's populace. Discipline among the Panteran army was still strict and untolerant of rapine or plundering, along with the harshest of measures carried out against any resistance from the populace. The Lord Reaver's message was clear "Behave yourselves and you will prosper. Defy us, and you will regret it."

The handful of insurgents captured by Reaver forces were crucified and placed along roadways and beaches, their arms nailed up and fingers tied with twine, pointing the way south toward the armies of NATO and mighty Gholgoth. Jorai Brax, in command of the Reaver forces, worried that such brutal methods would alienate their fellow occupiers and Gholgothans, Haraki, who had always been a little too kind-hearted for his taste.

Mostly, though, the Panteran forces were in high-spirits, morale soaring as they improved defenses and prepared for renewed hostilities.

The Imperial divisions that arrived over the following 72 hours were kept in Kensington to help deal with further violence, contrary to the original plan that had the field army split up evenly across the six cities that the Imperial forces had to cover. The only concession to the other cities was that each Cuirassier regiment had its fourth battalion sliced off and sent to one of the four Sandhurst Occupation Zone's cities. A Dødsfald regiment was also sent to each of the four SOZ cities so that any terrorists would be discouraged from migrating from Kensington.

The commander of the 3rd Army, General Gustav Pederson, sent a notice that he was assuming command of both the Kensington Occupation Zone and the Sandhurst Occupation Zone per Primus O'Connel's orders. The notice went on to say that until the Imperial Army could shake loose another field army he would need the NATO nations with significant presences in the city of Kensington to shift the bulk of their forces to the five other cities under Imperial control so that those cities would not present more inviting targets to the terrorists.

The day after the 3rd Army arrive in its entirety, Imperial Army soldiers patrolling on foot could be posting a notice on the entry-way of every business and the door of every house they came across. It read:

1) By order of General Gustav Pederson, Imperial 3rd Army, a 10PM curfew is now in effect for all British Londinium citizens.

2) Persons in need of food and water should report to the nearest base with either a driver's license or ID card. Persons so reporting will be issued a week's worth of the following supplies: box of field rations (21 meals per box), box of bottled water (84 bottles of water per box), and a toiletry bag (soap, shampoo, and toothpaste.) Deliveries for disabled or elderly persons with no means of transport can be arranged by immediate family provided they possess a birth certificate and ID of the person in need of delivery.

3) Persons in need of work should report to the nearest base with either a driver's license or ID card. Persons so reporting will be provided with pay (10 Imperial Dollars/hour), food, clothing, and shelter. Workers will be assisting their fellow citizens in the rebuilding effort. Work hours will be from 6AM to 6PM.

"Allright," Jack Pearson, a well known architect and city planner said to the gathered crowd at the docks, "here's the lowdown. There's essentially no city left, we've got very few stable buildings, and we've got massive issues with the utilities. The god damned bombardment blew so many water mains, we had to shut off the desalinization plant to keep the city from flooding. As of right now, we could go two ways.

"One: we could just rebuild the city as it was. We could just repair everything, and rebuild what was torn down. This is the easiest, cheapest and quickest way to get everything back to normal. Personally, I've always disliked quick cheap and easy as it leaves a sort of "meh, we really don't give a shit, we're just here 'cause we have to be" feel to it, so here's option 2.

"Level the city and totally rebuild it from below ground to 100 stories above. This plan is ambitious, time consuming, costly, and will create a fucking beautiful city, the economic and aesthetic capital of the Londinian Islands. I understand we still have inhabitants of the city still living in what's left of the city, so we'll leave the buildings that can stand, standing, so people can go on with their lives, while we create new buildings for them to move into, hopefully better than what they had before. And after that's done, we level those other buildings and rebuild them. Along with this, I propose building several other major parks, totally redoing all of the utilities systems, from sewage to electricity, and make the city as green as possible, utilizing everything which we have at our disposal, which is a hell of a lot.

"I can't make the decision upon which way we will move forward to rebuilding this city, but you gentlemen know where I stand. In three days time, I ask you all to return, after meeting in caucus with the rest of your city, and decide upon which path you wish to embark. Know that either way this project will be done by both Illiorian and Londinian hands, sweat and effort. I have already submitted both proposals to the federal government for approval on both, but this should be your decision, as it's your city. Do with it what you will." He said as he stepped down, pulling out packets and began handing them out. Each packet was filled with details on both proposals, outlining what each would do, conceptions of the end products, beginning block layouts, and proposals for updating and redoing the public transportation systems.

Outside of Argyll on a rather large parcel of land, a base was being built, but it wasn't just going to be any old Illiorian base. This base would have an advanced police training academy in it, with courses in SWAT, counter terrorism, hostage negotiations, and a training center for the Argyll Defense force. The ADF was soon to be created, to act much like a national guard unit, where people come in one weekend a month after doing their basic training, and continue to serve and be prepared to defend their county and country when the time would arise. As well, a large military air field was being built on the same parcel, allowing for an Illiorian Airforce base, and also the Argyll Air Defense Force training center, which would essentially do the same as their ground counterparts. Over by the sea shore on the western side of the parcel, an Argyll Coastguard training center was being built, to allow the province to be able to take care of any waterborne emergency and to stop any illegal trafficking if it was ever to occur.

Back up in Kensington, the Illiorian marines weren't getting ready to leave just yet, as the Scandavians were still moving in. Several marines had requested to stay in Kensington under an advisory capacity to work with the Kensington Police department to help settle things down, so the reconstruction could begin.

Off the coast of British Londinium, Black Gold Sea

"Ensign, I want an ETA on those planes." Vice Admiral Lostar still stood on the bridge. He was going on twenty-six straight hours without sleep. While no problems had arisen yet, he wanted to make sure that nothing did.

"Sir, they are about two hours out."

"Good. I want those engineers out of those planes as soon as possible and building an airbase, so we can give those civilians back their airports. I'm sure they can't be happy with us for taking those. How're the relief operations going?"

"People have been lining up in an orderly fashion to get food, water, and blankets, sir. We have already airlifted 200 civilians to the FMS Savior. Other will be taken over there as we are made aware."

"Good, I want those people to get top notch medical care. Ensign, I want..."

"Sir! Priority one message, sir. Coming from the lead transport aircraft. It's changed its designation, sir. It's now ADAF-13."

"ADAF-13? What the hell? That's a designation for someone in the President's cabinet... Director of Reconstruction Gusen?" He raced over to the mic and grabbed it, keying it to the frequency of the planes. "ADAF-13, state your purpose."

"Well, it's good to hear from you too, Vice Admiral. This is Director Hareem Gusen, Department of Reconstruction and Housing. The President wanted me to head up the rebuilding process and speak to the people upon landing."

"What forces are with you, Director Gusen?"

"Most of the 3rd and 4th Engineering. Twenty 'Momma' planes have some of your MPs on them."

"Sir, we can't guarantee your safety."

"Damnit, Admiral, have you been watching the news waves at all? Speeches like mine are taking place in all the provinces. We lay down some ground rules, tell them we're here to help, and get started. They help us, we help them, win-win. Now, do we have clearance to pass over your navy?"

"Yessir. Of course, sir."

"Good. Oh, and another thing, Admiral."

"Yes, sir?"

"You just worry about any military situations that may arise. I'll worry about rebuilding this place."

"Roger that, Director. I look forward to seeing you when you land." The mic went silent and the Vice Admiral sighed. "Get me a boat to take ashore, Lieutenant. We need to get this party started."

Three hours later

The whole thing had been a little short notice, sure, but the Director wanted to get down to business. A large ground was gathered at the relief station the Marines had set up near the entrance to the airport. Relatively speaking, Waddington and Devonport had been untouched. There were a few things here and there, a couple buildings defaced or destroyed, but nothing major. In fact, the forces of Ambrose-Douglas would probably have the easiest time of all rebuilding their section. But if they looked lax, those terrorists might make their job hard. The Vice Admiral looked up at the Director, standing on top of a LAPC-20 "Barrel" APC. He had a bullhorn in his hands, waiting for the signal to start. The message was being broadcast over loudspeakers in Devonport by the Marines up there as well. Finally, the comm officer nodded.

"People of Waddington, Devonport, and all of British Londinium." Director Gusen spoke, his voice quickly quieting the crowd. "Greetings from the Federation of Ambrose-Douglas. My name is Director Hareem Gusen, head of the Department of Reconstruction and Housing in Ambrose-Douglas. I am not a member of the military." He paused to allow his words to sink in.

"So, why isn't our military commander, Vice Admiral Lostar, speaking to you? Because this is not a military mission! This is a mission of hope, of rebuilding, of peace, of healing. We, as a member of NATO and a civilized nation of this world, are here to help you through your time of crisis. I know you noticed the first transit of planes that have landed here. Those planes will be the only ones you see, minus the fighters giving us air cover from our navy. We are not invading, we are a peacekeeping force. Our transport aircraft will be flying twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. They will be bringing in engineers to rebuild, supplies to ease your pain, and police to keep order."

Clearing his throat, Director Gusen continued. "To make sure everything goes smoothly, we have a proposition for all of you. We want to be friends, not enemies. We want to be your protectors, not your invaders. We want to be your liberators, not your oppressors. Looting will not be tolerated by any of our soldiers. If you need medical care, contact a soldier and they will call in a helo to get you to our medical ship. If you need food, shelter, clothing, ask. They will be provided to you. In the next coming days, you will see an increased presence of military police in your streets. They are there for your protection. They will also be working with your police forces on anti-terrorism tactics and negotiations, to assure that the travesty that happened in Kensington WILL NOT happen in Waddington or Devonport."

"Finally, all we ask in return is your cooperation. We wish to help. So, if you need anything, again, ask for it. Talk to the soldiers as they pass by. They are friendly, and they do not bite. Let us work together to rebuild your cities. Work will be provided to any of you who want it, for three Ambrosian Credits over your minimum wage. We ask any former police officers to report to the Marine checkpoints for training. Together, we can make British Londinium great again!" With those words, Director Gusen stepped off the of the APC, moving to Vice Admiral Lostar.

"I want those planes offloaded, ASAP, Admiral, refueled, and in the air again. The engineers will work on the new airbases in Waddington and Devonport, and our planes will land there and our Marines will leave the airports."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and Admiral? Get some sleep."

"Roger that, sir. Roger that."

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Hope flourishing in British Londinium

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Despite recent terror attacks, Londinian citizens are embracing coalition efforts to rebuild the nation.

Most optimistic are those in the Argyll area, after an ambitious Illlorian plan to completely rebuild the city from the ground up.

"It's astounding," said Fulvia Valerius, a resident of the city. "A complete shift from the last occupation. I remember being herded into internment camps like cattle, fearing for my life, awaiting execution. But, now, we're being provided with food, shelter, jobs."

"I am confident that British Londinium will emerge from the Democide as a new, whole nation, and the recent actions of the coalition have only furthered such confidence," remarked PM Sir Alistair Davidson.

However, some do not share such confidence. Opposition leader Sarah Halifax, of the Conservative Party, stated "Sir Alistair's confidence is misleading. Indeed, it is a wholly Panglossian view which will inevitably lead to our downfall, placing us at the mercy of the same nations that caused the Democide."

Titans of industry

Businesses are also optimistic about the situation, with many reopening or expanding operations.

Just recently, Rastafari Defence Industries released a new ABM platform for sale, which has reinvigorated the Londinian stock market. The media is also blooming, with both private and public institutions having record output and readers/viewers.

"In a way, we're experiencing a Renaissance in terms of quality and reach," stated Giovanni Alkyl, director-general of the LBG. "Londinian reporting of a war within our own nation is coveted; it provides a unique and interesting angle on the stories that no-one else can provide. It's given us publicity, it's given us greater reach than we ever have had before."

Even at a smaller scale, the business world is beginning to operate as usual. Kensington's vibrant restaurant and shopping scene is beginning to reopen, despite curfews and military patrols.

"Sure, it sucks to have marines from some country thousands of kilometres away on the street corner," said Aulus Robertson, owner of the hip restaurant 'Garlic and Shots'. "But we've got to keep going. A semblance of normality is all we've got, and I'm here to help preserve it."

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Courror and his men didn't really have very much to do, having finally gained Terence AFB early the previous day. The gargantuan bombers had spent the last twelve hours getting settled in and unloading the considerable provisions they'd had to bring with them, mostly spares for the ever-temperamental Camels and Hurricane radar units. As he watched, some of his own crew were taking advantage of a burst of sunshine to warm themselves on the big plane's gracefully-swept wings, while beneath a hasilty-commandeered fuel bowser pumped equally hastily-mixed two-stroke diesel into the fuel tanks.

All things considered, things weren't going too badly, but he couldn't help feeling concerned for the other planes out over the Black Gold Sea. They were "his" planes and "his" men, and he naturally felt distinctly uncertain about sending them out in semi-tested planes to keep their distant watch on the Questerian fleet. There was still so very much that could go wrong, and the only way to find it out was to have it happen. Courror had always dreaded that prospect: he didn't know that he could face having to write, as Acting Senior Officer for the unit, that he regretted to inform the receiver that his or her son was missing, presumed killed. Not today. By the Sun, please, not today. Courror lit up a coarse, throat-burning cigarette and stared, unfocussed and long and hard, into the clear blue sky.

*****

The aid mission to British Londinium was altogether rather a scratched-together affair. Military aid was to a great extent out of the question, besides which the area was already well-secured by other NATO forces. Civlian aid was much more within the country's abilities for the present, and no more so than in infrastructure.

At West Harbour on the North Island, a long line of rusty, slightly battered-looking freighters were poised alongside the docks, waiting patiently as the giant cranes swung large loads into their capacious holds. The vessels were the property of National Seaborne Shipping, the state-owned seaborne freight firm; the crews had only recently been stuck wondering whether they would even have jobs next month, and the crisis was thus a welcome surprise. Most of them were tending to their ships, though a few had the opportunity to lean on bridge rails, despite the overcast sky, and watch the cargoes being loaded. Steam locomotives and pre-fabricated rail sections, bearing National Imperial Railways insignia; mobile diesel generator sets, mounted in some cases on flat-bed lorries so as to be put straight into use; crate after crate of MREs, their contents solemnly scrawled on their sides in bright red paint; heavy earthmoving machinery, broken down into crates which were then carefully stacked atop one another like some bizarre game of Jenga; mile after mile of reeled-up electrical cable, painstakingly slotted wherever room could be found; gallons of lubricating oil and grease, to keep the wheels of reconstruction turning; long section of plastic and canvas pipes, which occasionally escaped and had to be forced back wherever they were needed; and above all else fuel, drums upon drums of diesel oil and sacks of coal in their hundreds, the spillages and dust from each soon coating everything in a light-grey paste.

Nobody came to cheer as the ships were loaded and began warming up their boilers. The only greeting the crews got was the rain, which at least helped to wash some of the spilled coal dust off their ships' sides but did nothing to me standing outside any more pleasant. Each captain had been briefed with the exact same orders: they were to proceed on their original course as far as the coast of the north island, turning southerly at the Monegasque peninsula. With luck, that would keep them out of the range of the Questerians, who nobody trusted not to do anything. Of course, the fact that doing something would probably trigger a major war and that triggering major wars was generally looked upon as a bad thing, including by Questeria, had occurred to some of the more circumspect personnel involved; but nonetheless, it seemed unlikely that any "Sovvie" nation would leave them entirely unmolested. The thought hung in the minds of those who watched them go as the smudged cload of coal smoke disappeared over the horizon.

The local Imperial naval group had taken up residence in the channel which seperated the two islands of British Londinium, establishing a protective air web and maintaining an air corridor between the southern and northern islands, particularly with Terrence AFB.

The first elements of Imperial Marines had already taken up residence in the area, however their approach to the situation was very similar to that of the Illiorians': Allow the Londinians to govern and manage themselves, stepping in very little. Cravanian officials were meeting with local Londinan officials regularly, acting as advisors but remaining very passive in their roles. The path to recovery was meant for the Londinians to walk alone.

A number of Cravanian corporations had signed on to send representatives to the Cravanian area of responsibility, with both promises of profit and tax relief for those contractors who took the risk of sending their assets to British Londinium. Already the first pieces of equipment were being flown in to help in rebuilding the infrastructure in Winchester and Newcastle, and the companies' representatives would be arriving shortly to discuss matters with the Londinan government.

The stage was set for a bright future, and already things were looking up.

((OOC: Sorry for short and shit, but I've a graduation to attend tonight.))

OOC: Alas, this is starting to sound like Bush's "Reconstruction" of Iraq.

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Londinian Government Raises Emergency Status

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The state of emergency imposed by the Londinian government at the beginning of the Second Londinian War was lifted this afternoon.

The announcement was met with great fanfare as the loudspeaker systems in several major cities were not only turned off, but dismantled.

"This is a rebirth," stated PM Sir Alistair Davidson. "Not a crisis."

The lifting of the state of the emergency entailed the lifting of curfews (except those imposed by coalition forces) and the demilitarization of police forces.

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OOC: Alas, this is starting to sound like Bush's "Reconstruction" of Iraq.

OOC: Erm... no. Not really at all. Especially considering that our methods are much more passive in preventing violence, to prevent intrusion into the everyday Londinian's life and minimise our presence. So really it's more like a protectionary period while the nation rebuilds than an occupation in most areas of the country, IMO.

OOC: Erm... no. Not really at all. Especially considering that our methods are much more passive in preventing violence, to prevent intrusion into the everyday Londinian's life and minimise our presence. So really it's more like a protectionary period while the nation rebuilds than an occupation in most areas of the country, IMO.

AAAND, Erika Kars is sooo much hotter than president Bush... there's no way that kinda shit would happen to her ;) keep this stuff in the OOC thread, por favor.

Newcastle, South Island, British Londinium

The city had been rather quiet since the "occupation" initiated by the Aequatian Parachute battalion and Lightfighters brigade that was now on the ground with a majority of their heavy equipment in their support of the local population. The light infantry had been performing duties not unlike local police along with the brigade's attached military police company, the brigade's reconnaissance units being broken down and their snipers attached for the normal duties of roadblock protective fire and countersniper missions. At Newcastle airport, the combat engineer company began work to prepare the facility for the arrival of the humanitarian aid from the Aequatian Republic aboard Air Force strategic airlifters along with the specialist personnel of the coming 401st Civil Affairs battalion, who would be able to help in the reconstitution of the city's infrastructure, which had been in shambles due to the conflict.

Lieutenant-Colonel Jones and his battalion of Paras had remained fairly inactive since marching into Newcastle weeks before, the elite soldiers stationed at the airport and performing security duties, watching the arriving aircraft unload and leave again. Among the newly-arrived soldiers were the officers and enlisted personnel of the 401st C.A. battalion as they prepared for the coming influx of civilians coming to receive the aid that was to be distributed at the airport. Jones sat back in his new staff humvee, resting his rifle next to his seat and binoculars on his vest as he nodded off for a quick nap.

City of Kensington, British Londinium
Sometime after the beginning of the occupation...

The two civilian passenger airliners, requisitioned by the Fuermak [armed forces of the Empire of the Golden Throne], landed on the hard, black tarmac of one of the military fields under use by NATO occupation forces in the country. Although the two large jets had the colors and flags of a civilian airliner company their appearances hid their actual intentions. As the rear tires hit the ground with a 'thud' and the thick black grit covered the wheels as the aircraft braked with all its mechanical might a good number of military trucks had already set out from the terminal of the airfield to the location to which the liners would taxi to. It was only a couple of minutes later that the two planes finally skid to a halt on the tarmac and two staircases pulled alongside the aircraft. From the bowels of the white aircraft came out a large pool of uniformed men, each carrying their rather large weapons, and all of this with a grim look of persistence on their face. These were the men of the 17th Reketé SOF Group - just known as the 17th within their ranks. They were a group of well trained soldiers who had joined the Ejermacht [ground army of the Empire] looking for adventure - and they had gotten more than they bargained for, especially within the War of Golden Succession.

On the second aircraft stepped out the 12th Reketé SOF Group, and soon enough the 27th would make its landing on the same airfield, in the same aircraft, completing the contingent of Imperial occupation forces at around six hundred battle hardened men. The entire group was renamed Detachment 'Ter'ja', after the man who had been put in charge of them. Oskar Ter'ja had been a lifetime Reketé and had seen much. Prior to his service with the Empire had had been an infantry man doing the final two years of the 'Great Civil War' [a war which had lasted over a hundred years and had cost the lives of millions upon millions of souls], and he had decided to join the Reketés when they first had been formed by Emperor Jonach I himself in the year 2006 [a year after the foundation of the Second Empire]. For the past eleven years he had been a career soldier and he had earned himself the rank of colonel. Ter'ja had seen quite a bit in his lifetime and had operated around the world. His emotionless glare into the horizon as he walked down from the aircraft was a testament to this. Despite his the fear that he could put in anyone just by his look he had earned himself the respect of all his men, and they were all glad that they had been chosen to command over the three groups which had been deployed to British Londinium.

Beside him walked two other officers, obviously the commanders of the two groups. These were Majors Danel Terefel and Jenck Cerebel who had earned their command operating secretly within Safehaven. Their expressions were as non-existent as their commander's. Such traits was what characterized the men of the Imperial Reketés.

As they walked towards the military trucks awaiting them the colonel said, well under his breath so that only the two men beside him could hear, "Here we are, at last. This should prove to be a respite. I wouldn't dare think that these Brits are as fiesty as the Havenic barbarians."

Major Denel Terefel laughed and replied, "I don't know. Intelligence reports pretty crazy shit, and it has only been getting stranger since the day we started getting intelligence reports from NATO proper."

The four hundred or so men collected themselves in front of the string of trucks, as a tall [around six foot] white man stepped out in front of them. The colonel stepped out to speak to him, unimpressed by this man's wiry frame. The man looked at the colonel with a bit of disgust, noticing that he had not fallen into favor within the ranks of the reketés given his 'unmanly' appearances. His glasses were arrayed almost in the center of his long, thin nose and he quickly pushed them back up closer to his eyes and he addressed the colonel, "Colonel Ter'ja, it's very nice to see that you and your men have arrived safely into British Londinium."

Oskar Ter'ja already hated this man. The man was pompous and worse than that he was an attaché from Fedala - a politician. No military man liked political commissars. Ter'ja forced a small smile and answered, "Of course, sir. I'm guessing that we will be on our to our new base shorty. My men would like to get some rest. The long flight did not help at all."

"Of course, of course," said the other man. "These are the trucks that will be taking you-"

"Yes, I can see that," the colonel snapped. He was tired and not ready to beat around the bush. "I hope that anything you may need to discuss can be discussed on base."

He could tell that the attaché had become irritated, but the other man acquiesced and responded, "Yes, load your men up and we will be on our way."

The Colonel said one last thing, "The third group will arrive in about six hours. I expect the same accommodations." With that, he began to load his men up into the truck and then loaded himself up and the convoy was on its way. The long string of trucks was peppered with various other armored vehicles, including wheeled reconnaissance vehicles and the like. Soon enough the mechanization for the reketés would also arrive at the same airfield and they would be ready for combat within British Londinium.

The Empire Deploys to British Londinium

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FEDALA, the Second Empire - It was only a couple of weeks ago that the Empire announced that it had formed a part of the NATO alliance. Already it has once again released an announcement stating that several hundred men will be deployed to the NATO occupation in British Londinium. Despite the fact that the Empire has yet to finish its war at home it has decided that it is imperative to send men abroad. The government has received a string of criticism for its decision, but many experts have praised Fedor I for his decision. Nevertheless, the decision remains rather controversial, especially with the ongoing news of terrorism in Kensington (where this contingent of forces will be sent). The issue has not gotten any better with the administration's decision not to release information on who has actually been deployed. Rumors persist that it's some kind of special forces, which normally means that more will be sent in the end [normally SOF are used to prepare for larger deployments]. Fedala had said that no future deployments have been considered and will probably not be undertaken until the end of the War of Golden Succession.

One expert told us, "This is a valiant show of NATO solidarity. Furthermore, it proves that the Empire is willing to support its allies in any situation which NATO might find itself in. The amount of men sent is not a detriment to the Imperial war effort at home, and is enough to make an impression in the region it was sent to. The deployment makes a lot of sense to me."

Others are not so sure. Whatever the issue Fedala has said that those men will stay whether people like it or not.

OOC: Where are we exactly on the occupation?
IC:

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Official Communiqué

To Coalition nations:

I appreciate your efforts in rebuilding our shattered nation. You have liberated us from the insufferable Sovereign League and are heralding a new era for this nation.

However, this does not mean that unrest is not brewing. There is strong sentiments that we have entered into another long era of occupation. Though I whole-heartedly disagree, I cannot afford to ignore their complaints. Thus, I request, at the very least, that sovereignty of the capital territory be restored to us, as a show of goodwill and as a symbol to the people of this nation.

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

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Army and Air Force Begin Humanitarian Mission in Eurasia

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ACN News Senior War Correspondent Guy Anderson.

Newcastle Airport, Eurasia - The mission changed almost overnight for Aequatian forces deployed to Eurasia's southern island, elite special forces became almost moot once the mandate was switched to humanitarian aid and now they sit as mere security guards in a nation still reeling from the war that tore it apart for the second time in recent memory.

With A.R. Army light infantry providing the security, Civil Affairs units have already begun the work of returning normalcy to the citizens of Newcastle, providing them with not only the basic necessities for life such as food and water, but more luxurious services such as full medical coverage, electronic services and reconstructing and organizing local education while they act as liaisons between the local law enforcement officials and the A.R. Army units.

Time can only tell how the Eurasians will greet the Aequatian soldiers for their second time within the nation, although now in a position to support them instead of fight.

Bump.

ADNN Special News Report

We apologize for interrupting your regularly scheduled program. I'm Johnathan Isnares, and this is an ADNN Special News Report.

Word has reached ADNN that the entirety of the Ambrose-Douglas task force on their humanitarian mission is now in British Londinium. Hundreds of thousands of tons of supplies have been airlifted to the region, and engineers have begun rebuilding the cities as well as building airbases for Ambrosian Air Force planes. Military police are patrolling the streets, where there have been no incidents as of yet, and most of the infantry is on guard duty, while the rest are involved in training native British Londinians in anti-terrorism tactics.

President Ambrose has given no indication as to when the troops will be home, other than to say, "The troops will be there as long as they are needed to restore British Londinium to its former glory. Once the country is stable and back on its feet, safe from foreign aggression and occupation, we will withdraw all of our forces." Public opinion has been largely in support of this operation, with polls showing an 86% support for the humanitarian mission.

I am Johnathan Isnares, and this has been an ADNN special report. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program...

OOC: Erm...will anybody answer my IC inquiry and/or tell me when this will end?

OOC: Erm...will anybody answer my IC inquiry and/or tell me when this will end?

[OOC: Get on IRC. AMF and Scandavian States are on.]

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Missiles shoot down Aries V spacecraft

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The first manned mission to the moon in two years was destroyed soon after launch by the terrorist group al-Nakba.

The rocket was delivering supplies to the Qawwali lunar colony.

Ares V exploded three seconds after launch over the island of Bexley, killing all five astronauts aboard. Shrapnel and debris killed a further twenty on the ground.

Ministry of Defence experts have concluded that the explosion was caused by a number of man-portable shoulder fired missiles converging on the fuel components of the craft.

LSA (Londinian Space Agency) officials have announced that the terror attack will not deter future launches. "We will not be cowed," a LSA spokeswoman remarked.

The mysterious and reclusive al-Nakba organization released a tape fifteen minutes after the explosion, claming responsibilty for the attacks and issuing a number of demands, including the removal of coalition forces and the execution of atheists throughout the nation.

The Londinian government refused to respond.

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Terrorist Attack Cause for Concern, Yet Confidence Remains in Mission

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ACN News Senior War Correspondent Guy Anderson.

Newcastle, Eurasia - The recent terrorist attack on the Ares V spacecraft committed by agents of the al-Nakba network has created an uneasy atmosphere of tension in the city of Newcastle, leading Aequatian commanders on the ground to increase the security limits on the local population, including the introduction of a "business hours" curfew, from 18:00 to 06:00 local time during the weekday hours, limiting traffic into the city from the surrounding area.

Aequatian soldiers, who were starting to be withdrawn from civil police duties and acting as security for the humanitarian mission, were out in force again today to bolster manpower shortages and desertions in the local police force, this move also included soldiers of the elite paratrooper unit, 2 SCAR, to act as security for the Civil Affairs unit deployed. Although there is an increased presence on the streets, crime has been relatively low in this coastal city which was largely unaffected by the conflict which had ended only a few weeks prior, and incidents involving Newcastle citizens and Aequatian soldiers have been minor.

The increase in violence throughout the rest of the nation has been trying for the coalition commanders, however, the confidence in the resolve of the NATO and Gholgothic commands from the soldiers and the civilians here in Newcastle has been high, despite the growing tensions elsewhere.

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Lance Corporal Dawson sat in the back of an M1180 infantry section carrier along with the other members of his section as it moved through the streets of Newcastle, 2 SCAR's Delta company was providing security for a column of Civil Affairs trucks and equipment which was going towards the reconstruction of a power transformer damaged in the conflict. The large 8x8 vehicle massive compared to the civilian sedans and vans on the street moving the opposite direction back into the city as they proceeded through one of the checkpoints. The lance corporal's G101 carbine sat in his lap as the vehicle continued down the street while his section comrades each did something to pass the time, be it napping, talking or merely reading one of the many newspapers or magazines available from the local vendors, including a few adult entertainment pages posted on the vehicle's inner compartment walls by the crews from books brought from home.

ADNN Special News Bulletin

British Londinium - Reports of a second terrorist attack on the southernmost island of Bexley raised the alert level of Ambrosian troops in the Waddington/Devonport region today.

Earliest reports indicate the terrorist group "al-Nakba" has claimed responsibility for the attack, which shot down an Ares V rocket headed for the British Londinium moon base.

A call put in to Vice Admiral Vincent Lostar, head of the Ambrose-Douglas humanitarian mission to British Londinium, was not available for comment. However, we were able to reach Colonel James Dugeb of the 1st Military Police Division, currently stationed in Waddington.

"We will not bow to this terrorist threat," Dugeb said, "Our presence has been increased on the streets short-term. However, the airport, port, and city streets are still open for civilian use. No curfew is in effect."

Waddington and Devonport were relatively unscathed by the war itself, and Ambrosian troops have encountered no conflicts since their first night in the cities.

This is Johnathan Isnares, ADNN News.

Operation BLACK ARROWHEAD
0200 Hours


The six helicopters quickly swooshed over the buildings which occupied central Kensington. One could almost touch the flooring of the roofs from the helicopters as it passed by, illustrating how low these crafts were flying. The quick-spinning steel alloy rotors made almost no noise, although the quiet flow of air was perhaps more heart stopping than the noise made by a standard helicopter. The black bodies blended in beautifully with the night, although the moonlight created a silhouette which gave these birds away. Inside each helicopter squatted six able bodied men, garbed in all black uniforms, wearing black ski masks under their fiber and plastic helmets. There was something about this night which was not the same as any other night. These men were up to mischief. They were on a raid.

The lead helicopter hosted Major Danel Terefel, the same man which had escorted Colonel Oskar Ter'ja from the aircraft that day Detachment 'Ter'ja' had arrived to the Eurasian city of Kensington. His entire face, except his eyes and blood red lips, were hidden beneath the wool ski mask. He seemed to be intensely staring at something intangible outside the helicopter. As the city lights quickly flashed over the helicopter one could ready 'hammer of God' written on the front side corner of his black helmet in thick white lettering. His unit patch, a downwards spearhead with an overarching branch of laurel leaves, flashed violently through the flight. He took a look over the other five men in the helicopter. Their long, powerful rifles were pointed downwards to avoid damaging the rotors in case of a misfire. One of the men commanded the rotary chain gun anchored on the right side of the helicopter, while looking into the city searching for targets as if it was all a game.

The eerie black setting of the entire flight over central Kensington was only broken by the continuous flashing of a red LED fitted near the cockpit of the helicopter. When that was red no soldier was allowed out of the helicopter, and when it spiraled green it marked the beginning of the ground operation.

Major Terefel's eyes darted back up and he silently looked at the outline of three gunships about two thousand meters east of his position. There was his air support. His thoughts were interrupted by the helicopter's cockpit who turned around, put up three fingers, and yelled, "THREE MINUTES."

Terefel gave the man a thumbs up and then nodded at the other five men around him. There was no need for briefings as each man was already well aware of what he would have to do - that was the Reketé method of warfare. Nonetheless, they silently prepared themselves for what was to come. Some men fixed the position of their helmets into a comfortable position, and others played with their ski masks to allow some hair to hit their face or allow them to scratch an itch. Others moved around full magazines through their uniform pouches and pockets. Then, in unison they put on their night vision gear. Before the major slipped his NVG goggles on he took a long last look at the lights below him - the beauty of central Kensington. Then, without thinking twice, he prepared himself for the violence which he and his men would wrought.

Their target quickly appeared in the not so distant distance. A fairly large building, full of flats, with a central courtyard and four smokestacks. The roof was flat on three parts, and then the rest arched up in a triangle covered with red and brown brick shingles. Inside, one of those rooms was housed by a man named James MacMenroe. Intelligence had pinpointed him as a possible leader of a resistance cell to the NATO occupation and the Macabee contingent of Reketés had been ordered to eliminate him as a threat. It would also provide good story telling for those back home wondering what the hell those men were doing in such a far off country for an occupation almost irrelevant to Imperial foreign policy. Regardless, James MacMenroe was likely to be armed and have several roommates who would also be heavily armed. There was no doubt that several other nearby flats were also occupied by cell members. It was found that cell leaders were very well protected.

The helicopter pilot moved his hand a flicked a switch up. Suddenly, the red siren light turned green as the helicopter touched down on one of the three level parts of the building's roof. The helicopter never actually hit the ceiling, but it got close enough to allow the six soldiers inside to simply jump out. As they did this they also crouched low as a second helicopter swooped in, leaving the other six men on the roof. Within seconds all thirty-six men were arrayed on the roof, and they began to work their way down separate staircases. The entire operation started fast, with the soldiers rushing down the wooden staircases. Fortunately, at this time of night there was almost nobody awake. People who were just coming in from a late night had heard the noises of doors slamming and soldiers rushing down the staircase and so they had the sense of getting out of the building. Major Terefel led the eleven men behind him, his No. 8 assault rifle held tightly against his body.

Snap.

A bullet carved a hole within the walls beside the major's head.

It was sudden as the crackle of gunfire filled the hallways, bullets flying everywhere. The muzzle flash of the rifles bathed gray shadows along the wall with brief splashes of orange, yellow and the occasional blue. The once dark stairwell had become vibrant with color coming from instruments of death. Quickly the men made their way down and then spilled onto the third floor of the building - where MacMenroe was thought to be. There were three rooms in that particular corner of the buildings, and the twelve men were quick to split into fours and kick down all three doors. Splinters of cheap wood showered the insides of the flat, as the men left the blood covered corpses of those they had killed behind them in the stairwell.

A very loud, "CHECK," could be heard coming from one of the rooms, and the four men filtered out and then followed into one of the other rooms. A second, "CHECK," could be heard next, leaving one room.

The center room was completely unlit and it seemed it was uninhabited. The twelve men slowly looked through each room of the flat, but found nothing. They stood there quiet, searching one last time, and then the major swore under his breath, "Where the fuck did he go?"

They could hear gunshots throughout the building. There was fighting elsewhere. Out in the streets one could hear the loud footsteps of oncoming armed traffic, coming to reinforce their comrades which had been assaulted by the 17th Reketé SOF Group. It was close to time to go and they had found nothing worth of particular value. Apparently, they had chosen the wrong night for the raid and now all that intelligence was for naught. The gunmen they killed could easily be replaced. Nevertheless, the major moved fast. Through a microphone extending from his helmet he said, "Round up prisoners and return to the roof."

His men moved as quickly as they had come and they had soon assembled to get out. The helicopters which had brought them in had such as soon taken them out, while the gunships hovered through the streets scaring reinforcing gunmen out of thinking they could take potshots at the escaping special forces soldiers. The helicopters were more densely packed than how they had come, as around eight men had been rounded up as prisoners - at least the mission was not a complete failure. These men would have to be interrogated.

The major ripped off his ski mask and yelled, "Shit!"

The two prisoners in the same helicopter looked at him wearily. The major would soon have his fun with them ...

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British Londinium 'determined' to crush al-Nakba

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The Londinian military has declared its "unshakable determination" to fight against terror and respond to attacks by al-Nakba.

The pledge comes amid a major build-up of troops and tanks within the province of Castelfiorentino, where Kensington says the militants are based.

On Thursday, several areas in south-eastern British Londinium were declared "temporary security zones".

Four soldiers were killed by a roadside bomb in one of the zones overnight.

At least five other people were injured when al-Nakba guerrillas detonated the bomb near the town of Hammersmith.

Attacks by the banned al-Nakba, a radical splinter element of the Londinian Islamic Party, have been increasing in recent weeks.

Two weeks ago, an al-Nakba uprising in Kensington, killed thousands of civilians.

In the latest statement on its website, the Ministry of Defence vowed to fight the extremists and called on all Londinians to work together "to resist in the face of these terrorist actions" which threatened national unity and rebuilding during the occupation.

"The Londinian armed forces have an unshakable determination in fighting terrorism and it is a solid truth that it will give the necessary answer to such attacks," it said.

The military also criticised unnamed individuals and organisations, who it said used notions of democracy and freedom as a "screen" to defend the fundamentalists' attacks.

"The time has come to see the real nature of these incidents," it said.

Troop build-up

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Kensington believes around 4,000 al-Nakba members are based in the Hammersmith area, from where they are able to launch attacks on a variety of places whilst having a secure location for regrouping.

The LBG's Susan Crowe in Triumphe says British Londinium has sent thousands of its troops on search and destroy missions throughout the countryside.

But already, there is talk of a major, concentrated assault to be launched in Castelfiorentino.

On Sunday, British Londinium's Minister of Defence, the Rt Hon Elliot Crompton, stressed he would not proceed with such an assault without approval from parliament.

The government, however, has said it would approve an operation if the Ministry requests it.

Our correspondent says that although many Londinians would argue such a move would be fully justified politically, most fear the military would be dragged into a quagmire.

Whilst a unilateral intervention might well win votes at the general election next month, our correspondent adds, analysts warn it would spell disaster for British Londinium's relations with the GASN and NATO in particular.

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##TARGET: ALL NATIONS

Due to the tensions that have unravelled as a result of the situation in British Londinium, the Angsiyan has decided to mobilize the Third Fleet, which will travel to the Gholgoth region with a Pax Imperica army corps to secure the peace. Six Pax Imperica Mechanized Divisions, four Armored, and five Armored Infantry Divisions are boarding their transports and will arrive in Gholgoth forthwith accompanied by a full compliment of combat engineers. Anyone in the path of this movement is advised to clear the relevant airspace and allow passage.

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Commodore Roland Petrik would command the Third Fleet from the command deck of the Ardan Caradhras class (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/DreadnoughtFront.jpg) Dreadnought, the CCS Weathertop. At 1750m long, the Weathertop would be the centerpiece of his task force. Garrand had only awarded the Commodore the use of one of his Dreadnoughts; evidently he had expected that it would be all they'd need for the time being. At Petrik's disposal were four Hammerhand (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/DestroyerMkI.jpg) and three Dunland (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/SuperDestoryerMkI.jpg) class Destroyers, along with three Fleet Carriers (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/CarrierMkIIRightProfile.jpg) and an additional compliment of 15 Escort Carriers (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/EscortCarrierTop.jpg)--small, one-squadron assault conveyances that would probably be used (in this case, at least) for rapid execution of tactical bombing missions.

For direct firepower Petrik would rely on the Weathertop, along with just over thirty missile frigates (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/MissileFrigateMkI.jpg), ten artillery platforms (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/ArtilleryPlatformMkIBroadside.jpg), and twenty two light cruisers (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/CruiserMkIIBroadside.jpg).

Behind him, a detachment of six kinetic missile platforms (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/ganjmahal/KineticPlatformMkI.jpg) would keep watch over the theatre from Arda, and Petrik had to run with a diminished compliment of Ragnar and especially Valkyrie class gunships in order to guard them. Since this force was being left in Arda, technically its operational control would pass back to the regional Air Marshal; but Petrik asked the man to jump, he knew it would happen.

Petrik's task force was heavy on air support, and according to his briefing, he was expected to establish and maintain regional air dominance while Garrand finished calling up the reserves for the Cerulean Imperica's additional fleet assets. Seven destroyers* had been placed under his command in case things went awry, but CI officers nearly around the table agreed that Petrik's risk was a minimal one.

The Third Fleet (638 total craft) was only a few hours away from zero-hour, and the Pax divisions would follow shortly after, owing to the more rigorous requirements of physically moving 20 divisions of soldiers. Under the circumstances, Petrik soon concluded, his nerves could be doing a lot worse. It would be the first time Ardan fleets would leave the continent under the Angsiyan's banner, and Petrik knew he had to make it count. Reserves were already drawn up, he knew that every minute more were passing through every of Arda's many hoops. Churning out experienced military personnel was an advantage seldom enjoyed by other militaries, but owing to ongoing orc attacks throughout Dunland and Nova Rhûn; both the Pax and Guardis Imperica were able to supply their generals with troops who already knew how to conduct themselves under unplanned fire.

How much of it they'd see abroad, of course, remained to be seen.

*OOC: As you can probably deduce from these renders (although they're not to scale), I've reversed the terms "Destroyer" and "Cruiser." In Arda a "Cruiser" is generally regarded as anything heavier than a frigate (so above 250-300m or so) but lighter than a Destroyer (which are 750-850m long). Ardan fleet doctrine favors modestly sized ships, as speed and agility are held at something of a premium. Our largest vessels (Dreadnoughts and Sky Furnaces) range from 1-2km in length and are quick for their size.

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Relief workers killed in BL clash

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Three Red Cross workers were killed during a skirmish between Londinian troops and al-Nakba militants in Monteriano, a small town near Hammersmith.

The trio were evacuating civilians when they were hit by either machine gun or shell fire from the terrorists in the town.

A Londinian cleric, who had been trying to broker a truce, was wounded in the leg in a separate incident.

Earlier, the army fired artillery shells at al-Nakba militants entrenched in the camp.

At least 11 people were killed in clashes near the camp over the weekend.

Londinian troops have been trying to crush the radical Islamist group since fighting first broke out in the camp in early June.

Some 3,000 civilians are still thought to be inside the camp, which contained an estimated 30,000 people before the violence began.

The fighting, which has left more than 120 people dead, is the worst internal strife in British Londinium since a joint Atopian-Skgorrian invasion of the nation in the early 1990s.

The government named the workers as Boulos Maamari, Haitham Suleiman, and Lucy Sullivan. A fourth Red Cross worker was critically injured, the agency said.

The three were the first personnel from the humanitarian group to have been killed since the Democide ended.

Correspondents say it is not immediately clear whether they had been targeted deliberately.

In a separate incident, a member of a Muslim clerics' delegation trying to broker a deal between the Londinian government and al-Nakba was injured.

Sheikh Mohammed al-Hajj was shot in the leg by a sniper after entering Monteriano to hold talks with the group.

"I'm alright," he told reporters at a hospital in Newcastle.

"The [peace] initiative will continue... to stop the bloodletting."

Earlier, the clerics had said there was a "total impasse" between the two parties.

"The al-Nakba members are refusing to give up," a spokesman said.

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Aequatian Command's Attention Turns to the South, Concerns of Allied Mission Capabilities

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ACN News Senior War Correspondent Guy Anderson.

Newcastle, Eurasia - Aequatian commanders on the ground in the Newcastle Area of Operations (NAO) have a cause for concern with the recent violence in Monteriano, where three humanitarian aid workers were killed in a clash between Londinium troops and militia of the al-Nakba, and are now asking for a change in their mandate in order to intervene in the southern region around the city of Hammersmith in order to eliminate the threat posed by the al-Nakba movement.

The al-Nakba network was once considered a mild threat in the eyes of the Aequatian intelligence community here in the NAO, however, with the sharp increase in violence undertaken by the group in the past week, there is rumours of the movement gaining support in the south against NATO and Gholgothic forces. The latest requests by the Aequatian commanders was justified by the comments made by Major-General Raine Austin, "We feel that if left unchecked, the al-Nakba movement could destabilize the Newcastle Area of Operations and cause problems among the civilian population and Aequatian forces on the ground supporting the mission and citizenry."

Since taking over responsibility for the city of Newcastle and its surrounding area, all Aequatian assets within Eurasia have been moved to the Newcastle Airport, renamed to Aequatian Forces Newcastle Operations Base, and the full task force being mobilized from the base for its mission. Already, F-28A Black Eagle fighters have been monitoring the area along the border of the Illiorian Area of Responsibility for movements by al-Nakba militia into the NAO as confidence of Londinium capabilities in containing the situation has faltered, leaving the Aequatian forces to pick up the slack.

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Five die in bridge bombing

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Five coalition soldiers died and seven more were wounded when al-Nakba militants bombed Metelli Bridge in Kensington.

The soldiers were manning a checkpoint on top of the bridge when a terrorist planted a number of explosives at the centre of the bridge, military officials reported.

An Illorian general said it appeared the bomber had detonated his explosives on the central support pillars, causing the majority of the bridge to collapse and plummet into the bay.

The army checkpoint, including a tented rest area nearby, then fell into the ocean. The checkpoint was reportedly open only to military traffic at the time.

Staff from a private security firm, Armor Group, who were in a convoy near the checkpoint at the time of the attack, worked with troops to free the trapped soldiers.

"When that size blast went off, everyone was in shock," Jackie Smith of Armor Group said.

Donald Campbell, another member of the firm, said they had been able to rescue a number of soldiers with aquatic landing craft.

PM Sir Alistair Davidson has condemned the attacks and ordered the immediate rebuilding of the bridge.




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OOC: Well if that's not almost a word-for-word copy of the Iraq Bridge Bombing that happened yesterday, I don't know what is.

OOC: I'm tired, and I needed some material. Whatever. Just deal with it. So far, every thing I've written is original.

OOC: Since I'm doing a product thread on a MP3 player known as the Centra, could I use your conflict as a sales pitch? Like the "InspiRED" thing. It'd go like "Buy a Queenston Centra, and 3% of sales go to helping refugees in British Londinium!". Interested?

Sweet. Thanks.

OOC: Sure. Go right ahead.

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al-Nakba raids Londinian army complex

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al-Nakba insurgents launched a concentrated assault on an Army base near Walham Forest, killing fifty soldiers and stealing ten Challenger II tanks.

The raid was conducted at approximately 0130 LST (Londinian Standard Time). Over three hundred insurgents, armed with Uzi submachine guns, overwhelmed the primary defences and slaughtered guards.

"Blood was everywhere," said Lieutenant Adrian Mon-Khmer, who was wounded in the attacks. "My partner [in the guard tower] - riddled with lead, absolutely pulverized. I had brains and organs splattered all over me. I distinctly remember thinking, 'Is that his spleen or his kidney that just spilt out of his body?'"

The majority of troops stationed at the base were on patrol at the time, but the remaining personnel quickly poured out of their barracks to defend against the al-Nakba attack.

"We were caught off guard. We were expecting them to swarm into the base, and attempt to kill every soldier they could. But they didn't. They went to the first motorpool and stole the tanks," reported our embedded reporter.

'Worrisome at best'

The Londinian government responded by sealing the borders of that province and starting an intense search for the stolen equipment.

"al-Nakba has proven itself dangerous without any equipment besides bombs," remarked a MoD spokesman during a press conference. "Their possession of a tank is worrisome at best, horrifying at worst."

"We will do all that we can to crush the al-Nakba threat," said PM Sir Alistair Davidson. "This nation is a great one, and I will not let anybody detract from our splendour. Our reprisal will be swift, it will be righteous, and it will be without mercy."

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OOC: Bump.

The obscenely slow pace of this RP is extremely frustrating, especially when it prevents me from doing a number of other RPs involving my nation. So, I'm giving you all until Saturday to finish this up unless RP picks up.

Thus far al-Nakba had been operating freely throughout the country, but little did they suspect that for weeks their movements had been tracked by Freekish satellites and unmanned aerial drones designated for recon duty throughout the assorted hot zones. They had recorded footage of most of the recent terror attacks, and technicians spent hours watching the video in reverse to trace the al-Nakba agents back to their starting point. After confirmation of their bases of operation, special forces were deployed to simultaniously launch raids and kill any terrorists they discovered.

Upon nightfall, Sentinel Stalkers took up positions outside each base of operations and scouted the area with night vision and thermal scopes. Drones silently lingered in the skies to feed data down to the men on the ground, and to track any targets that attempted to escape. The Stalkers hid themselves in the shadows and waited for the pulsing signal through their earpieces, and once it came they began splitting off into fireteams and stealthfully maneuvered forward towards the target buildings. Fiber optic cameras were slipped under the cracks of the doors to scan for immediate threats, and once the entry ways had been scouted the first Stalker teams burst into the building with guns at the ready. As this took place, additional teams entered through back and side doors, as well as through windows after deploying a noxious non-leathal gas to temporarily blind their foes and make breathing near impossible.

At one house, the first Stalker to encounter a stunned foe unleashed a three round burst into him, the first impacting his heart and the additional two were walked upwards into his throat and head. The rest of his team followed behind and covered the other angles present, as well as cleared rooms abreast from the main hallway. Chatter from Freekish made assault rifles echoed throughout the building as the teams swiftly poured through each room in search of their foes. And as quickly as it begun, it had ended. The terrorists that had been slain were quickly collected and placed into the backs of armored trucks where they were transported to allied bases.

This scene unfolded at every location, and attack helicopters that were allocated for fire support went largely unneeded. It would not be until the next day that the results of the raids were made apparant, as the tortured, mangled and mutilated bodies of the insurgents were put on public display in zones known to be ripe with terrorist activity. Impaled upon 15 foot pikes, the shredded corpses had wooden signs nailed to their chests that read: "This man was a terrorist. Those who follow his example will suffer his fate."

It was announced on the news that afternoon that AMF and NATO forces would be clamping down on insurgent hot spots relentlessly, and warned that unless the terrorist threat dissolved, the brutal killings of all who would dare destabilize British Londinium would continue.

Your cause is futile, and should you choose to continue forward you will suffer an unimaginable fate. Should insurgent activity continue after this day, not only will we find, torture, kill, and put you on display, but we will also take your familes and level your home. If you choose to risk it all then you will indeed lose it all, for militant activities against this nation, its government, and its people will not be tolerated.

Meanwhile, news of the deployments coming out of the Five Kingdoms made Alerick snarl. Fucking Ardans should stay in Arda.... He hated them with a passion since the bloodly engagement that pit the two powers against each other, and he was not thrilled to see their forces moving about as a result of the British Londinium invasion.

I see where they're headed, and know that I'm watching them. Stay your hatred Alerick, we know how to handle them. Let your more experienced superiors deal with the Five Kingdoms, for we know them better than most. Azrael's dispatch was torn into pieces by Fleshgrinder, for he was fiercely anti-Arda, and would would be damned to see them set foot into Gholgoth.

Heathens, fucking heretic infidels, all of them, thought Aziz. Ever since the government captured and executed Zulfikar al-Babik, he had taken charge of al-Nakba.

It was a hard job, a demanding job. Coordinating a number of attacks throughout the nation, without having the government listening into their communications - tricky was an understatement. Aziz was skilled at the craft of terror, though; even al-Babik was too afraid to raid a government military base.

But, unfortunately, his recruits had weak devotion. Already, hundreds of his militants fled their compounds. In the south, for instance, near Hammersmith, the regional al-Nakba commander had committed suicide, fearing execution at the hands of the Freeks.

Without loyal jihadis, Aziz could do nothing. So he had done what was reasonable - went into hiding. Nobody knew who he was, or where he would go.

al-Nakba would die off - or so the world would think - and Aziz would revive it.

First Sergeant Azim Saleh silently considered the house in front of him. To the Special Forces soldier, it appeared to be a well built, if small, home; which, given that it was still standing in an area where many of the homes were severely damaged, if not outright destroyed, was a fairly obvious observation. What wasn't obvious about the home was that it was a terrorist safehouse. A shame, he thought, that we're going to have to shoot the place up..

"Saleh, our airborne friends from the Imperial Army have been kind enough to set up a reception party if any of these pendejos decide that going out the front door is a good idea. Modified orders for you, kill them all, but leave the last to use as a public example if you can," ordered his platoon commander.

Shouldn't be too hard, given that we're in medium battle armour and they have no heavy weapons. Should be interesting to see how they reactor when they realize their weapons can't do shit to our armour, Azim continued his internal dialog.

With a couple sharp hand signals four of the section's six men silently slid out of the shadow cast by a large tree that was nearby, the inky black armour blending almost perfectly with the shadows. Swiftly they moved to the back of the house and stopped under what was obviously a kitchen window, to judge by the smells wafting out the back of the house and the sound of glasses being set down on a table. The sensitive microphones that were his ears to the world picked several rapid, plastics and also several instances of something synthetic being poured onto the table. Not a second later the sounds were identified in his mind as those of people who were not only playing cards, but gambling. That, more than anything the terrorists had done in Kensington and elsewhere pissed him off. He could step back from his emotions and objectively appreciate how successful this group was at attacking their targets of choice, even if that same choice of targets made him despise them. What he hated more than anything, however, was when the same people he hunted lost faith with their claimed cause; it took away any possible justification they could have had for their acts. It stripped any political dimensions and made them mere murderers and sadists.

Thinking for a moment Saleh realized that for him to hear the fuckers so clearly meant the table they were playing on had to be close to the window, as it was shut. Turning towards where his grenadier and designated marksman were, he held up three fingers. He couldn't use the night vision function of the suit's cameras, since he was so close to a lit window, but he barely make out the tightening of the posture of his marksmen that meant he was steadying his aim, although in this case it was to take a range reading from his scope's laser rangefinder, rather than to blow somebody's head off. He heard the marksman subvocalize the range in feet over the section's TacNet and knew his grenadier would be adding an extra three feet to the airburst range. Hunkering down, and knowing the three other men with him were doing the same, he gave the two-man team a thumbs up to signal readiness. A quiet snap later, followed by the sound of breaking glass and an even quieter puff, proceeded an world-ending roar as the 20mm FAE grenade detonated. What was left of the window burst outwards, as did the intact door.

Saleh had started moving the second the grenade had detonated and was already through the door. He saw four men sprawled across the room, all possessing what obviously would've been fatal burns if they'd survived and all being equally obvious victims of blast overpressure. He put a two-round burst in each of them anyway, as did the other three members of his section. They all heard a man pelting through the house's lone hallway and turned to face the entryway between the kitchen and the living room. The man, holding a poorly constructed and cared for bolt action rifle, halted in shock at seeing four people in armour he would've never dreamed possible. Telling his TacComp to turn his suit's speaker on, he lowed his weapon and slowly walked his way towards the man. In panic the man raised his weapon and fired, the round glanced off the armour and embedded itself in a wall. Reaching forward with his left hand he grabbed the handguard and with his right grabbed the barrel, with a powerful twist of his right arm the barrel was bent backwards so that the rifle's barrel was facing the user. "Duck season," Saleh intoned.

The man dropped in a dead faint, the shock overcoming his system. Saleh picked the terrorist up by his shirt and dragged him through front door and dropped him on the front porch. "Paddy, if you would," Saleh ordered one of his rifleman.

"Course, Sar'nt Major," replied the ISF trooper before pulling out a canteen and dumping its contents on the face of the terrorist.

Their captive jerked awake and looked at the men in battlearmour towering over him. Saleh nodded to Paddy before stepping off the front porch and walking towards the media who had quickly assembled in front of the house. Taking a deep breath, he began his speech, "Angels fear to tread the paths that we who sit at the right hand of Death have forged. Let this be a demonstration of why the al-Nakba scum are fools for having stepped into our domain."

Turning his back to the cameras, he started walking back to where Paddy and another ISF trooper had forced a skull into the mouth of the terrorist, it being just large enough to suppress the screams of his protestations and keep him from spitting it out, and forcing the man to stand despite his obvious terror. Saleh never touched his weapon, he merely strode forwards and when he finally reached a point just inside arms length of the man he cocked his fist back and landed a punch right over the terrorist's heart. Unfortunately for the man the suit's governors were not engaged, so the fist broke through the man's ribs, reduced his heart to something resembling the consistency of a pot pie, and left an indentation in the wall that the man had been forced against. With a sharp jerk Saleh removed his hand from the man's chest and began walking away, the rest of his section joining him. Nobody in the crowd said anything, the shocked silence was too oppressive for anybody to muster the courage to say a word in protestation or delight.

The 1st Dødsfald Regiment had just thrown down the gauntlet at the al-Nakba group's feet.

As soon as word had come of the raid on the Londinian military base and the subsequent theft of ten main battle tanks of the Londinian military, the Harakian observation satellites over British Londinium had gone to work, tracking the tanks. A glimpse here and there, and a section of them had been identified and shadowed by over-the-horizon UAVs, keeping track of the four Challenger tanks that were headed into the Harakian province. The others would be another nation's to deal with, and Lieutenant-General Terry Serras didn't want to have to go through the diplomacy of requesting permission to launch a strike into ally-controlled territory against these terrorists. He was absolutely confident they would be removed efficiently and swiftly by whatever ally they happened to bump into first. But he had decided to be proactive rather than reactive.

A team of twelve Combined Expeditionary Force commandos was all it was judged it would take. Assembled out of the single platoon dispatched to British Londinium by their commander, one Lieutenant Steven Trapp, they had been deployed by helicopter within the borders of the Harakian-controlled province, two days ahead of the four tanks and assorted al-Nakba assaulters. They had traveled one day on foot to avoid detection, on a direct beeline with the one day's travel on the part of the al-Nakba force. Far overhead, and maintaining a holding pattern forty kilometres away, a pair of Harakian carrier-launched fighters would provide air support with long range air-to-surface missiles and the finishing blow.

Night had fallen, and the Challengers had fallen silent. They had been running quietly and slowly - whether for lack of fuel, to avoid detection, or to keep pace with the foot-mounted al-Nakba infantry force the CEF assaulters weren't sure. Whichever way it was didn't matter to them. They were now emptied for the night, their crews choosing instead to take their rest in the same three tents occupied by their infantry comrades. Several sentries stood guard, outside the tents on heir own and on the perimeter of the small clearing, standing in pairs. After watching them, the CEF soldiers saw they switched the guard after three hours, and resolved to make their assault when the new sentries would be at their most tired - two and a half hours later.

It was pitch dark, in the early hours of the morning, and he could see one of the sentries yawning even as the other one tried to maintain a quiet conversation in order to keep awake. From listening with directional microphones and watching with a high-powered infrared scope, Trapp could see his sentences were rambling and slightly incoherent. He was tired, and possibly hyped up on some sort of drugs - it was always a danger. Whispering into his headset mouthpiece, Trapp issued an order to the two CEF snipers one hundred metres back from the perimeter of the camp. "Pair number one is first. Evan will have pair two at the same time. Take out both at once in case one sounds the alarm, and make sure you kill them on the first shot. Fire on my mark."

Both snipers confirmed their readiness, and Trapp switched the microphone to aim at the three tents and their sentries. One was asleep. One was dozing off, and the third seemed awake and alert, looking around with his rifle sitting on his lap. No signs of life came from any of the three tents - their inhabitants were all asleep. Trapp waited until he was sure all three sentries were looking the other way and would in no way see the bodies fall, and gave the order.

From one hundred metres away, two silenced anti-personnel sniper rifle bullets found their targets perfectly. One slammed into the talking man's chest, went right through his heart, and exited cleanly out the back of his ribcage, leaving a neat hole about the size of an orange. The other shot took the other sentry in the forehead, and both dropped to the ground, dead before they could evevn tell they were under attack. On the other side of the camp, at the same time, CEF assaulters Sergeant Evan Vega and Sergeant Roger Templer both made their kills quick and easy as well. From forty-five degree angles angled in towards each other, to avoid catching themselves in inadvertent crossfire from exit bullets, but to fire from different locations, both fired a silenced three-round burst from their carbines into their targets' heads and necks. Both men fell, again, without ever seeing or knowing of their attackers, dead instantly.

"Four kills confirmed," Trapp whispered again into his headset. "Team two, take out the tent sentries."

Like shadows in the night, team two made their way into the camp undetected thanks to the absence of any patrolling sentries on the perimeter to see them. Moving silently, they came up behind the three tent sentries and quickly dispatched them with knives across their throats and gloved hands over their mouths and noses to stifle all noise. Then, while Trapp's team one and Vega's team three moved into the camp, team two took up their positions at the entrance of one of the tents. The other two teams took up similar positions for the other two.

"Enter." The order was given loudly and clearly by Trapp, and all three teams responded as one. One assaulter lifted the edge of the tent and rolled a primed incendiary grenade inside, then all teams backed off slightly, forming a small semi-circle around each individual tent. As the grenades went off, the terrorists responded almost instantly, screaming in pain and trying to escape. All signs of movement were responded to instantly with deadly precision by the assaulters, who fired three shots into the torso and head of anything moving. They stayed there for a full minute after the initial explosion, watching the tents burn, until they were satisfied that their target had been sufficiently pacified. Then they retreated back into the night, towards their helicopter drop point, four hours away, and Trapp gave the order to 'liquidate the site'.

The two Harakian fighters flew overhead only minutes after the CEF team's withdrawal, and from one of them fell a package, its descent slowed by a parachute. As it neared ground level, the FAE erupted into a massive explosion that destroyed all four untouched tanks and all remains of the al-Nakba campsite.

Trapp gave one final radio transmission before signing off for radio silence in case something should go wrong: "Inform Lieutenant-General Serras that the al-Nakba terrorists in Harakian territory have been taken care of."

Terrorist activity in the vicinity of Winchester had been light thusfar, and the Cravanians had been blessed with a fairly calm sector to help manage and rebuild. Overall the area had been left relatively untouched by warfare (not sure if it was one of the cities hit hard, so I'm just guessing here), being on the northern tip of the southern island. The southern areas of the province had been largely spared, however some areas were torn apart by war. Those areas were the ones frequented the most by humanitarian aid missions from the Cravanian military and other companies.

Despite being a calm area, however, the place did have its quirks. And of course, the entire population did not agree with the methods employed by joint Cravanian-Londinian reconstruction and aid crews. Thus, Operation Freedom's Scalpel was put into play, a much more incisive and precise approach than that which some other nations would apply. And of course, the 1st Special Operations Group of the Imperial Guard were at its forefront.

Somewhere in the suburbs of Winchester
00:23 Hours Local Time

"Three, four; move around to the other side and cover the back door."
"Copy that.", came the muffled response through Lieutenant Florence's headset as the two Imperial Guardsmen went fast and low around the house, taking up positions at the back porch.
"Alright, sergeant, you're with me."
"Gotcha, Ell Tee.", Sergeant Tenelson replied.

The two approached the front porch, propping themselves up against the doorframe on the front door of the modest three-bedroom home. Florence held out his hand, counting down from five as his second-in-command readied a flashbang. Intelligence in the area was good, and all signs pointed to this structure being a hostile stronghold, but one could never be sure. And if the group murdered a family things would probably not blow over well with the media or the locals.

Florence retracted his index finger, and promptly took both hands on his CR20A2 SOC (http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/crave22/CHARGINMAHLAZER/CR20A2SOC.png) and sent the blunt buttstock sailing into the door, smashing it down. The moment the door was down, Tenelson sent the cooked flashbang in, and it took only a moment for the effect to take root in the men crowded into the living room. Disoriented by the sudden flash and deafened by the crack of the grenade, the two Guardsmen had a relatively easy takedown. The four men were cuffed and thrown out on the lawn face down, AK-47's which were lying around the room gathered up quickly and set aside. A second team outside watched over the men on the lawn and kept a lookout on the second story of the home, designated marksman sprawled out on the roof of a nearby building with his safety off and round chambered.

"Three, four; come on in through the back door, first story is clear."
"Copy that, chief.", Corporal Ellson replied while clutching his C1210 combat shotgun, breaking down the back door and moving through the kitchen and into the living area where the two other members of his team stood. "Nobody tried to exit from the back, sir.", Ellson said.
"Well according to our buddies outside there's shitloads of activity on the second story. They probably just battened down the hatches 'cause of the bang downstairs."
"So how you propose we get to them?"
"We have four prisoners.", Florence said with a smile. "We don't need to get to them."

The sound of a CR20A2 DMR caused the windows of the house to vibrate as a 6.5mm bullet shattered a window on the second story, killing an insurgent instantly as the bullet penetrated his skull. He had stepped too close to the window, and it was the last mistake he had made in his life.

"One down.", Ellson said with a laugh as Florence called out to the second team for confirmation of a kill.
"And the rest will be, too. Let's get the fuck outta here.", he said. The four made their way out the front door, gathering up the four captives and dragging them off towards the next house on the street. Upon clearing the building, Florence called up to the second squad.
"Let 'er rip."
"Copy that, Lieutenant."

With a forceful phwump a thermobaric grenade exited the barrel of a CGL40 underslung grenade launcher, penetrating through the shattered window frame. Within seconds, the second story of the home was ablaze with intense flame. It quickly died down, however flames still poured out of the mostly-wood built home.

"Call the local fire department and get command on the line to start the cleanup. I'm sure there's more cells around here that we'll have to do this to."
"More fun for us.", Ellson replied with a grin.

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[Source: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42334570/?qo=33&q=by%3Asimplyspoken&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps]

'Ejermacht' Takes Over

ST. ANDREWS, British Londinium - NATO has announced that the Second Empire of the Golden Throne and her soldiers will be replacing the nation of Granzi as coordinator of operations in the St. Andrews province of British Londinium. The news has been officially given only three weeks after the arrival of the first special operations soldiers of the Ejermacht [600 Reketés]. Although the occupation of the St. Andrews area will remain multinational, command has been passed over to Imperial commanders, some of which have already arrived in the region. NATO has not released any documents pertaining to the exact number of Imperial troops which will be airlifted to British Londinium, however, the Imperial administration has. This news came only a day after the announcement that the area of St. Andrew would pass jurisdiction. All in all, a bit over fifty thousand Imperial men will soon be occupying British Londinium.

The province has been split up into two separate sectors - the north, with the sector capital at St. Andrews, and south, with the sector capital at Monégasque. The northern sector, named 'Franchise Tel'harek', will be occupied by the 14th and the 21st Expeditionary Mechanized Brigades, as well as the 2nd Marine Brigade. The southern sector will be occupied by the 1st and the 91st Expeditionary Mechanized Brigades and an entire brigade of Reketés, which will be occupying remote areas of the entire southern sector - 'Franchise D'lor'. The majority of the men will be airlifted in and immediately assume training. Fedala has made open the fact that these men are not all from the same unit. All four brigades were created from scratch by taking from other existing divisions currently in Ruska and in Safehaven. Despite this, heavy equipment will be shipped in by sea, and only minor mechanization will arrive up to weeks from now by means of large cargo aircraft. All in all, it is not expected that these men will actually be ready for combat and occupational duties until the end of the month. However, the Empire has also sent in small amounts of aerial assets, including a force of thirty-six GLI-76 multirole strike fighters. Finally, a small force of eight Azores class Fast Attack Boats have also been dispatched to guard the coastline against arms smugglers and the like.

Imperial NATO commanders have already expressed some of their intentions in this occupation. Imperial forces will not only occupy strategic locations but it has been announced that they will actively hunt insurgents. Furthermore, special operation forces groups will be scattered throughout the entire province. The Ejermacht sustains that this is to avoid large scale insurrection along the lines of what has happened in other British provinces. One anonymous commander said, "This province will not be the subject of terrorism and armed mayhem. Our men have a lot of fighting experience and we will do everything that is within our possible abilities to make sure that the St. Andrews area remains peaceful."


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[Source. (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11675037/) Imperial troops landing at prepared airfields in British Londinium.]

There are, however, a great deal of critics to this plan. Danél Delacó, a military analyzer for a local newspaper, said, "There is no doubt that the Ejermacht is efficient. It has been for the past two years of war. However, they are deadly efficient. They are not occupying troops. They may end up causing more harm than they can possibly do good. The unfortunate truth remains that these men are being shipped out of a high intensity conflict and so may take past experiences in a completely different war and reapply them in an occupation."

An anonymous NATO commander, however, said to this, "Our soldiers are completely professional."

Others have asked where the previously deployed 600 men will go to now. The government insists that these 600 special forces personnel will remain in Kensington to assist allied operations in the area. There have been recent reports that suggest that Kensington will be the cornerstone of any future insurrection and therefore the occupation of that city remains heavily multinational, with thousands of soldiers prepared to squash any rebellion.

The Londinium government and army have already voiced their concerns, although they are busy preparing to fight other insurrections in other parts of the country. Government forces are busy fighting Al-Nakba terrorists in the Argyll territories after a fatal gunfight outside of the small village of Monteriano, outside of Hammersmith. This has been seen by many as a prequel to a much larger insurrection and many fear that the occupation has just begun. There are other fears that the multinational NATO coalition will stay in British Londinium for much time to come. However, British Londinium has also bid again to enter the NATO alliance signifying that it is capable within itself to control the rising insurgencies. Nevertheless, the future of the country is not readibly clear.

Aedifices Parliamentarii
13 June 2009
Kensington, British Londinium
Questions to the Prime Minister
As broadcast on LBG Parliament (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/LBG_Parliament)

Sarah Halifax (Con): Mr. Prime Minister, would you kindly list your engagements for the day?

PM Sir Alistair Davidson (LDS): This morning I had meetings with ministerial colleagues and others. In addition to my duties in the House, I will have further such meetings later today.

Ambrose Tollemache (ALD): Will those meetings cover Operation Defenestrating Scimitar?

Davidson: That will certainly be on our agenda, though there are definitely other concerns of national importance to be discussed.

Halifax: Please inform us of the progress of Defenestrating Scimitar.

Davidson: Defenestrating Scimitar is progressing as quickly and as efficiently as we can possibly make it. Currently, we have one hundred thousand soldiers stationed Victoria [the north island] on search-and-destroy missions, and are reasonably certain that the al-Nakba presence in the north has been eliminated.

Tollemache: But what of the south? Still, there are massive terror attacks and heavy combat between our troops and the militants.

Davidson: The south is also progressing, though much slower.

Tollemache: How can you call ten missing tanks and countless dead progress!?

Davidson: Because, Mr Tollemache, its an improvement from whole city boroughs being captured by insurgents.

Tollemache: How do you plan on finding this missing hardware?

Davidson: They're tanks, Mr Tollemache. Large, bulky, noisy tanks. We've already distributed leaflets throughout the southern island ordering all civilians to report any possible sightings of the vehicles. Also, the majority of our observation satellites are being focused on our nation - any movement, even if in the most remote corner of this country, will not go unnoticed.

Speaker of the House: Unfortunately, that's all the time we have available. Members of Parliament, please be seated.

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To Mer des Ennuis:

In this period of rebuilding, we find ourselves woefully short of vital military equipment. We would appreciate any surplus you have remaining after your recent arms deal with Kahanistan.

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

"Kaspyr, how'd they find out about the Kahanistani Arms Deal?"

"I'd like to know the answer to that myself." replied the highest ranking military officer in Mer des Ennuis.

"Well, can we sell them anything?"

"Yes, we have 15,000,000 vacuum-packed A3's in DMR, LMG, carbine, and assault rifle format, along with around 10 billion 6.8 SPC rounds in stripper clips sitting in pallets in Passage au Norde that were to be shipped to Kahanistan."

"Well then, I suppose we can sell them to Eurasia."

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To: The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: Deal
Encryption: one time pad

Burn this message after you read it.

I'm not sure how you found out about the Kahanistani arms deal, but that is irrelevant. In one weeks time, send a ship loaded with non-Eurasian currency to Passage au Norde. We will sell you 15,000,000 Steyr Aug A3's that have been decomissioned from the Ennuisian military, and certified to be in prime condition. In addition, we can sell you 10,000,000,000 rounds of 6.8 SPC for the aforementioned rifles. You will have one week to take as many as you can. Payment up front. At the heavily discounted price of $20 per rifle and $0.05 per round, this is a bargain. The total comes to $800,000,000.

-Adam Wincenty
General of the Home Guard
Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
"Fear Ensures Loyalty!"
"All Glory to the Hypnotoad!"

General Serras took his place at the podium in the Harakian-controlled docks of Manchester. The city itself was being rebuilt at an astonishing pace, with skilled and experienced Harakian architects and construction teams, working in conjunction with Londinian citizens employed by the Harakian crews using the massive government budget allocated to the task. Both foreign and domestic news services, from all manners of nations, were watching. After the smattering of speeches that had cooled the majority of the Londinian populace after the occupation had started, any speech by a senior NATO official drew in quite a crowd of reporters. He cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I have called you here for several reasons. First and foremost, the rebuilding of the cities of Manchester and New Zürich, as well as numerous smaller cities, is proceeding ahead of schedule, as Harakian crews, many of them experienced from time spent rebuilding other nations, working in conjunction with Londinian citizens, foster international relations and goodwill by working together to build these cities, and this entire nation, a new future. All utilities throughout the province have been brought back functioning better than before, and we have been systematically working our way through the cities clearing out all the rubble, demolishing the remains of buildings or buildings that the structural integrity of which has failed. As we clear out the old, we are rebuilding the new, again working our way through the city. Priority is placed on housing for the displaced, but by this point we have made enough and significant progress in that area to branch out into rebuilding and expanding other sectors of the destroyed areas as well. These cities, when fully rebuilt, will be better than ever before, and will be a symbol of excellence for the entire world and a beacon of hope for the many-times-battered Londinian populace.

"Second, I would just like to announce that a section of the insurgent forces which attacked the Londinian army base south of here and made off with a number of tanks, made its way into Harakian territory and was completely destroyed by NATO forces with no friendly or civilian casualties. We trust further NATO operations will remove the remaining stolen vehicles as well.

"Thank you and good day."



OOC: Terrible post, I know, but it was very late and I was very tired.

Allanean Inquest to NATO members

As a member both of NATO and Sovereign League, we are fairly unsure if we're allowed to help the rebuilding of British Londinium. Advise ASAP.

In this day and age, the sight of a steam crane was a rarity. Yet that was what the citizens of Argyll were being treated to, as a group of NIR platelayers strained to repair some of the tattered rail infrastructure in the shattered city. The crane (or rather the two cranes) were helpfully lifting a lengthy section of pre-fabricated track into place on the line from Argyll to Hammersmith, to be bolted into place by the gang of men waiting patiently in the muggy heat with ready spanners. For miles along the devastated route, this scene was repeated; a small gaggle of men and a pounding crane at work, repairing the sundered permanent way and installing replacement signalling equipment - all of it of National Imperial Railways manufacture, of course.

At the far end of the sweltering party, a grubby GA class Garratt locomotive hissed peacefully at the rear of the works train, the crew relaxing and leaning from their windows to chat happily to Londinian children, fascinated and stunned by the happy presence of a steam locomotive in an age that had consigned them to history long before. The crew, always happy to receive a little attention, lapped it up; but in between visitors, both men commented, with a certain satisfaction, that it was good to see that the children trusted them despite all that had happened.

All in all, things were keeping well in their sector, allowing rebuilding to proceed apace; the Illioriain troops (as well as the odd paranoid railwayman with his own weaponry) had seen to that. Nonetheless, they were glad to be going slowly over the un-tamped track; neither they nor the guard (who was at present cooking his lunch on the shovel in the time-honoured manner) particularly wanted to imagine being derailed by some git with a bomb at fifty or so.

OOC: Crappy post, but just getting my oar in and making it clear that we are, in fact, rebuilding things.

To: The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: Deal
Encryption: one time pad

Burn this message after you read it.

I'm not sure how you found out about the Kahanistani arms deal, but that is irrelevant. In one weeks time, send a ship loaded with non-Eurasian currency to Passage au Norde. We will sell you 15,000,000 Steyr Aug A3's that have been decomissioned from the Ennuisian military, and certified to be in prime condition. In addition, we can sell you 10,000,000,000 rounds of 6.8 SPC for the aforementioned rifles. You will have one week to take as many as you can. Payment up front. At the heavily discounted price of $20 per rifle and $0.05 per round, this is a bargain. The total comes to $800,000,000.

-Adam Wincenty
General of the Home Guard
Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
"Fear Ensures Loyalty!"
"All Glory to the Hypnotoad!"

The People's Sovereign Republic
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Official Communiqué

To Mer des Ennuis:

We have a vessel leaving port right now, heading towards the destination provided and loaded with eight hundred thousand dollars.

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