NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Please TG me if you would like to participate.

Parliament Spire
Kensington, British Londinium

"And, Madam Consul, I feel that the Conservatives deserve a closer watch, not for their differing ideology, but because of certain...intercepted communiqués to party offices throughout the south," Ministry of State Security Albert Lorentz said, delivering his report to the cabinet. "A Conservative MP forwarded my agency certain documents issued by Ms Halifax, the opposition leader, which indicate she is trying to sow unrest within the South."

"Most curious indeed," Dame Flavia Davidson, the Londinian consul, mused. "I didn't take her to be quite so radical. It seems my calculations are incorrect. Did the memoranda indicate her casus belli?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lorentz replied. "She cites that 2011 Foundation for Economic Equality study - the one that argued that socialism stifles the economy of the south at the expense of the north - as her primary reason."

"Has Ms Halifax made any calls for seditious actions?" the consul asked.

"No, Madam Consul, but we did intercept several dozen highly encrypted messages sent from her office this morning," Lorentz said. "We're working on decoding them now. Ought to have a satisfactory decryption within the next half hour or so."

"Good, good, make sure to send those to me forthwi-," Flavia began to say, before being interrupted by the sound of muffled gunfire. "What the hell is that?"

The dozen Members of Parliament comprising the cabinet rose from their seats, looking down from the windows of the top floor to the city street below. It was, indeed, a scene of chaos.

Throngs of rioters were surging towards the main entrance to the spire, many waving the Fern Ensign (http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z259/pertinax201/Londinian%20Flags/Conservativeflag.png) of the Conservative Party, but more than half of the rioters carried weapons - pistols and rifles, mostly, though several dozen opened fire at the Spire's transphase aluminium exterior with submachine guns.

"All units, open fire!" shouted a Consular Guard lieutenant, and dozens of uniformed soldiers unleashed slews of lead from their assault rifles, pausing merely to reload. Bullets perforated hundreds of armed rioters, blood spattered and oozed on the pristine streets, piles of corpses spilled into the stairwell of the nearby Metro station, tattered placards and banners lay on the sidewalk. Soldiers clad in their menacing armour stepped over corpses to liquidate the few survivors who bothered with resistance. The spectre of death had marked this place as its own.

Concurrently, declarations were issued from nearly every province south of Xankandi, declaring their secession from the Commonwealth, and their establishment of an independent federation of capitalist provinces. "It is intolerable, that, in a Commonwealth, the Northern provinces maintain the tyranny of the majority in creating economic policies disastrous to the South," the messages read. "And, to rectify this injustice, we the peoples of the South, do hereby declare our independence from the Commonwealth and the formation of the Sabæan Federate." Only the municipalities of Argyll, Glascovia, and Devonport remained as Commonwealth redoubts in this new, bizarre capitalist upstart.

The Fifth Civil War had begun.

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Official Communiqué - Federation of Caelapes - Ministry of Defense and National Security

To the Londinian Ministry of Foreign Affairs:

We have re-routed the 19th Expeditionary Division Seaforce as well as the First Fleet and Seventh Carrier Battle Group to proceed at full speed to British Londinium to aid your nation in quelling this violent uprising. These forces will be flying Caelapene colours and should be 470 nautical miles outside of your territorial waters and closing at this time. Specifications of the aforementioned forces summarized below:

[Encryption Begins]

19th Expeditionary Division Seaforce
2 Le Redoutable-class submarines
8 Ticonderoga-class cruisers
3 Foudre-class landing platforms
( 22 Leclerc MBTs, 22 VABs, 44 VBLs , 14 CAESAR systems, 54 TRM 4000 trucks, 15 TRM 2000 light trucks, 5 fuel trucks, 60 towed containers )
1 Charles de Gaulle-class Carrier
( 40 Dassault Rafale )
6 Georges Leygues-class destroyers
6 Durance-class support ships

First Fleet
4 Le Redoutable-class submarines
2 La Fayette-class frigate
12 Foudre-class landing platforms
( 88 Leclerc MBTs, 88 VABs, 176 VBLs, 56 CAESAR systems, 218 TRM 4000 trucks, 60 TRM 2000 light trucks, 20 fuel trucks, 240 towed containers )
4 Foudre-class hospital ships
4 Charles de Gaulle-class Carrier
( 120 Dassault Rafale, 20 E-2C Hawkeye, 30 Eurocopter AS 565 AB )
24 Georges Leygues-class destroyers
24 Durance-class support ships

Seventh Carrier Battlegroup
1 Charles de Gaulle-class Carrier
( 40 Dassault Rafale )
2 Ticonderoga-class cruisers
3 Georges Leygues-class destroyers
4 La Fayette-class frigate
2 Le Redoutable-class submarines

Total foot soldiers: Approx. 12,500

[Encryption Ends]

Dum spiramus tuebimur.

The Rt. Hon. Richard Whitney, MP
Prime Minister, Federation of Caelapes

The Hon. Davide Roussimoff, MP
Minister for Foreign Affairs, Federation of Caelapes

The Hon. James Broadmoor, MP
Minister for Defense and National Security, Federation of Caelapes

[[Sent a TG via NS nation]]

Vetalian Embassy, Kensington

None-too-distant gunfire echoed throughout the city as the Ambassador and the Executive Chairman of the Vetalian-Londinian Chamber of Commerce met in the upper-floor conference room of the main Vetalian embassy (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/98/Senate_House_UoL.jpg) in British Londinium. The imposing edifice was protected by a battalion of Vetalian soldiers, many of whom were hastily called up from leave and equipped with what the embassy had on hand. However, its sturdy iron gates would be enough to protect it from the hordes outside...

"...hopefully, of course. We have enough supplies for weeks and airlifts can get us out of here fairly quickly, but they do take time and given the situation around here it's not exactly known how much we have."

"For you and your staff, sure. But not for the 1,350,000 Vetalian citizens, $67.5 billion of economic output and nearly $700 billion of equity, capital stock, inventory, and property invested by our citizens in the country."

"I am aware of what's at stake, Chairman."
"Executive Chairman. The Chairman...well, let's just say me and him don't get along too well."
"Of course, Executive Chairman. As I was saying, we know what's at stake, but there's little we can do. This embassy simply can't handle an evacuation on that scale."
"What? This is the biggest goddamn embassy in the world and you can't handle this?"
"No, we've never needed to conduct a mass evaculation like this. This is British Londinium, not Vontanas..."
"Look, all I need to know is who the hell do I call to get our people and our assets out of here?"
"You'll have to talk to the Ministry of State for this...I'll get the forms."

Another round of gunfire, closer than before.

"Shit! Ambassador, I don't have fucking time for this...how much will it cost to get a line direct to the Proconsul?"
"I can't do that, I don't have those kinds of connections. All I can give you is this. It's the personal number for my direct superior, one of the Quaestors of State. Talk to him, he might be able to help."
"Well, it's a start, but if this doesn't work, we're all screwed."
"I know that, Executive Chairman, I know that. Remember, my family owns plenty of assets here as well."

Ministry of Defence
Wesselbein, Fedorian



Chilly cold air ran through the operating room. Pipe and cigar smoke hung above the heads of all, bored or simply beating the tempreture change. The winter in Fedorian usually brought about it heavy snowfalls, wind gusts, and the occassional freezing of rivers. They were lucky this week, only 3 inches fell in the past 48 hours and sunlight managed to burst through the clouds somewhat.

To Wihelm Veliet, it was a hospitable enviroment. He remembered his days of childhood when his grandfather would take him on skiing trips. His scar from a bear attack still remains on his foward, it somewhat itching from the rememberance. He brushed the annoyance aside, keeping track of his district of international communications. Most of the time, he would hear about asassinations or about major sports cups, not realy anything to do with military or foreign affairs. Just a usual day for him.

Suddenly a red message popped up on his screen. "Oh? Something exiciting finally?" he said as he scanned the message.



An internal secession took place inside the nation of British Londinium. The secession, consisting mostly of southern provinces, started with a violent outburst of violence in Kensington. Reactions from other nations are yet unknown.


Wihelm printed off a copy of this and entered the office of Wallace Greenwood, who was two halls down from his department. His secretary looked up through her glasses and gave Wihelm a warm smile.

"Yes dear, how may I help you?" she asked, with a purr that had no inner meaning to it.

Wihelm only nodded without emotion on his face and responded. "Yes ma'am, I wish to confer with Mr. Greenwood on a important matter."

"Of course, go right in."

Wallace Greenwood was about six feet tall, with a small mustache on his lips and a bald head. He wore a standard suit and tie, altough his apperance seems somewhat like a preacher than a government official. If one looked at his desk, they would know he was very organized. All the papers were in their own neat stacks, without any sign of chaos or distress. Mr. Greenwood was looking over a army report when he noticed Wihelm enter the office. Most ministers wouldn't have tooken the time to know their employees, but he wasn't like that. Greenwood stood up and shook Wihelms hand. "Good to see you lad. Its nice to have familiar faces over here, especially at a time like this."

Wihelm chuckled, but soon discipline kicked in. "Wallace, I intercepted a important message coming out of British Londinium." He was only one of few in the whole department that could get away from calling Mr. Greenwood by his first name.

Greenwood raised his eyebrow. "Oh did you?"

"Why, yes I did Wallace."

"Well then let me see it, if you don't mind." Wihelm handed over the printed copy. Mr. Greenwood's eyes widened after completing the message and Wihelm thought he heard him swore under his breath. "Well, a Fifth Civil War....god help us if we ever live to see one of those happen again in Fedorian."

"I know what you mean. My uncle was wounded seriously by a sniper in the last civil war. I don't want myself to experience it either." Wihelm's uncle was a very funny man for his family, usually the one who was the life of a party. But after returning from the Civil War with his wound, he was quiet and very cynnical. That change will always haunt Wihelm's memory for the rest of his days.

Mr. Greenwood stood up and called to his secretary. "Ms. Zonobile, would you please contact the Prime Minister and tell him I need immeadiate conference with him," he looked back over to Wihelm before continuing, "tell him I'll bringing company aswell."

Wihelm expressed surprise on his face, almost like if he seen a ghost. He asked "W-Why do I need to accompany you Mr. Greenwood?"

Mr. Greenwood stared at Wihelm for a long time. He finally said "Well...I don't want to let anyone else know about this just yet. Knowing how my party will react to this, we might get involved into the conflict. I don't want our own domestic insurrection happening over rumors."

Minutes later, they were inside a Volkswagen Jetta, heading straight for The Arnold House, where Prime Minister David Euckels resides.





OOC: Pardon me if it doesn't have much.

Prestonian Embassy in British Londinium
Kensington
1500 Hours

Sgt. David Fitzpatrick and his squad mate Alexi Korobolev had just finished their lunch break, and returned to their posts at the front gate. They were Praetorian Guard, tasked with protecting embassies and diplomats of the Republic. Nearby, their vehicle sat parked in the parking lot. From the top of the embassy, hanging from the highest window, the Prestonian flag fluttered in the breeze. The sky was clear and the mood calm; overall, it was shaping up to be a good day in Kensington. Sgt. Fitzpatrick reflected back to his training to get where he was today, to earn the right to wear the red falcon patch on the right shoulder of his black urban battle dress uniform.

At 18, he had joined the Prestonian Army, eager to serve the Republic as his father before him. An adept student and skilled marksman, he had been recruited to the Praetorian Guard immediately out of Basic. Unaware as to what it was, but seeing dollar signs, he accepted. What followed was pure hell. Sent out to the brutal landscape of the Washington Mountians on the Kashmerian border, he was given one task: survive for 45 days with nothing but a week's worth of MRE and water, and a combat knife. At day 10 he was fading; by day 25 he was certain he would die. Then, in a state of what was most likely delirium brought about by dehydration, it happened. The voice of his father rung out in his head, saying "Don't give up, don't surrender." Moved by that, he pressed on. By nightfall he had found not only a spring but enough food to last him well past the deadline. When 45 days was up, a helicopter came for him, amazed that he was alive. He had passed the test.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire rung out, breaking his daydream. He instinctively unshouldered his E19, as did his partner. As they scanned the area, aided by the Land Warrior plugins on their gear, the gunfire got closer. Turning on the radio, David searched the airwaves for anything friendly. Finally, he found hat he was looking for. "Kensington Metro Police, this is Prestonian Emabssy Guard David Fitzpatrick of the Praetorian Guard. We have hostile activity near the embassy, repeat, hostile activity near the embassy. There's 20 of us here but if they attack we cannot hold them off forever. Can you assist us, over?," No sooner had he finished the message than the Mercedes across the street exploded, hit by gunfire one too many times. "Kensington Metro, the area's goin' to hell! We're engaging any and all hostiles. Get some support down here ASAP! If the embassy gets breached there'll be hell to pay on both sides." Turning to another Guard, he shouted "sound the alarm! Get all personnel in the bunker, we cannot risk their lives. Bring all the guarsdmen out here, we fight to the death for Republic, understood?" "Yes, sir!," came the reply. Just then, another group of rebels appeared from around the corner. God, I hope the cops get here in time, David thought as he leveled his rifle on yet another group of terrorists.

OOC: CP, technically embassies aren't in Kensington. They're in Velletri, which is exceptionally close.

"Kensington Garrison units: All standing orders have been rescinded; your sole objective is to eliminate any and all individuals who are supporting the rebel scum," the calm, cool voice of War Minister Elliot Crompton said to each soldier through the earpieces in their helmets. "Ex corona, æquitas."

The soldiers knew their duty, and would accept their orders without question. An armoured, armed wave, thousands of troops swept through the broad, cedar-lined avenues. Down Camilleri Street they flowed seamlessly, slaughtering the Conservative, or, rather, Federate mobs marching on the residences of the senior Cabinet members. Across Wellington Avenue they marched, picking off dozens of Federates. The jobs of the surface soldiers were the easiest.

The worst fighting occurred in the rapid transit stations and trains, where Metropolitan Police and Federate rebels fought a bloody conflict. Inexperienced rebels, desperate as police forces pushed them back in the confined areas of the carriages, frequently resorted to grenades, which, while effective in slaughtering their assailants, had the unfortunate effect of killing hundreds of civilians, and, more often than not, derailing the train and killing everyone in a cacophony of broiling flames.

Within hours, though, the Federates had been crushed ever so brutally. Their bodies littered the glass-covered thoroughfares, surrounded by splotches of crimson and peach. Klaxons wailed throughout Kensington as ambulances rushed to assist wounded civilians and dispose of the more numerous corpses.

The capital riots may have finished, but the war was just getting started.

OOC: British, you have a tg for you.

OOC: Got another TG

Drosk, Capital City of Droskianishk

Mr. Hardzy, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, had been following the developing Revolution in British Londinium. It was a special interest of the current Consul to subterfuge any Socialist, Communist, or planned economy type governments. Now he had the information he had been waiting for, revolution had been declared, as he strolled towards the Consuls office he knew Intelligence Agents were attempting to get in contact with the apparent leader of the revolution, Ms. Halifax. He knew it was imperative that the Droskian government be able to contact her in order to send aid in the form of weapons, money, gear, training, and perhaps even political asylum.

He knocked on the Consuls door.

"Come in," barked Consul Nikako Jones. Jones was a large man at 6'5 a highly charismatic figure that was in the second year of his second 6 year term as Consul.

" Mr. Consul, I think I have something that you need to see," stated Mr. Hardzy handing his intelligence briefing to the nations leader.

"Brilliant Mr. Hardzy, now if you can get ahold of this Halifax lady and support her movement and perhaps even arrange a meeting between her and myself I'll really be impressed."

"Yes sir," stated the Minister. He knew this meeting was over and he turned and marched towards the door. He made his way back to the Foreign Ministry Administration building and waited for his Intel Agents to report to him on any contact made with the Revolution.

Later that Day... Free Droskian News (FDN) Report

Today Consul Jones voiced his support for the 'Economic Libertarians' in southern British Londinium. He said that "although I wish their freedom could come in a more peaceful way, all people and governments sometimes have to learn lessons in a painful way." It is unknown whether or not the Consul will ask the Senate to declare official support for the Revolutionaries. In other news....

OOC: I've been asked to RP the Federate forces, and so I will. Don't get them confused with Akimonadi forces.

IC:
Kingston, Sabæan Federate

"The Londinian Commonwealth," Sarah Halifax said sarcastically, "is a contradiction in terms. As we have seen through the 2011 study, the Socialist system in British Londinium ensures that the South stays economically impaired, while the North flourishes."

She paused, letting the words sink in to the representatives assembled around the chambers formerly belonging a provincial legislature.

"We can no longer tolerate this. That is why we are here today, to establish the Sabæan Federate. I suggest we proceed."

Halifax slammed a gavel onto the lectern she was standing at.

"The Sabæan Federate Foundation Conference is now in session."

As soon as she finished her short speech, the room erupted in vocal bickering. Many shouts of "what's in it for me?" could be heard faintly over the talking and writing that was going on.

After some time, the representatives from the various provinces had managed to produce a document that had majority support.

They also unanimously elected Sarah Halifax the president of the Sabæan Federate.

From here on out, though, there was dirty work to do...

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The Sabæan Federate
Open Declaration

The Sabæan Federate hereby declares its independence from British Londinium, and seeks help from nation in order to combat the Londinian socialist menace.

Encrypted Message to the New Sabaen Federation

The Republic of Droskianishk would like to support your fledgling freedom experiment, through lowkey methods. We will be more than willing to supply the Federation with 300 Million USD worth of small arms, 100 Million USD in Communications technology, another 300 Million USD in military transport vehicles, and a possible 300 Million USD for military assault vehicles. The Republic will also be willing to provide training for Federation Military Personell. A response is expected within the next 72 hours, or the offer will be withdrawn.

Droskian Special Forces, Revolution Command
Colonel Alagrez

[OOC: Post updated: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13073294#post13073294]

Outpost Fort,
between Triumphe, Kensington, and St Andrews

The commander of the base roared in anger as he read the latest news from the capitol, apparently, these Londinians we are "it" again. The Londinians never learn, they are like bad-behaved children, they only accept the authority of those who are stronger than them.

But still, he had orders, he had recieved not long ago, as soon as the new "Queen" had assumed her position, and he would see this war through to fullfil them.

Secret Communique

The Soviets have been long-standing allies of the Londinians, that's why we have a base in your territory, to help in times like these.

So, we request your permission to move out and help secure Kengsinton as the first step in this campaign.

Parliament Spire
Kensington, the Commonwealth
13 Floréal 2014, 1930 hours

The forty-first floor of Parliament House, a gleaming, ecologically-minded, modern skyscraper, was an elegant observation-deck, made out of transphase aluminium with a lattice of subdued titanium providing structure for the tower's apex, and granted its occupants a stunning panoramic view of Kensington. It served as the meeting room for the Cabinet; directly beneath were the National Assembly and the Commonwealth Senate.

This evening, as the sun slowly set over the bustling metropolis, the cabinet had convened to discuss a most alarming situation: the new Sabæan Federate. How the Commonwealth responded to this treason would shape the country for years. For this reason, even the monarch, Empress Cecilia II, had been invited to be an observer for this particular cabinet meeting.

"Mr Crompton," the consul began, addressing the War Minister, "An update on the current situation, if you would."

"I would be delighted to, Madam Consul," Crompton replied crisply. "I am pleased to report that the overwhelming majority of the armed forces remain in Commonwealth hands. Over all, only three legions defected in addition to several dozen air wings. The majority of forces in the hands of the rebels are Army and Air reserves. Most importantly, the entirety of the Royal Navy remains loyal to the Commonwealth, as far as we can tell."

"Most excellent, Mr Crompton," Consul Davidson said with a sinister smile. "I trust, of course, that a strategy has already been formulated."

"Naturally, ma'am," the War Minister replied. "Our first step will be to reinforce the Commonwealth enclaves in Glascovia, Argyll, and Devonport. It is crucial to victory that neither of these major ports fall to the enemy. Our attack will be multi-pronged, with forces assailing them from all directions. Destruction will be inevitable for the Federate. There is, though, a slight concern. The World Soviet Party has offered to use their base in Trivolzio to secure Kensington. I, for one, am loathe to allow five thousand foreign troops into our capital. Need I remind us all of the Goob War of 1996? Regardless, I have rejected their offer wholesale and have, instead, replied with the suggestion that they march on Queensferry. Something to distract them, at any rate."

"Very well, Mr Crompton," the consul said. "We shall begin this recapture within the week."

Queensferry

OOC: So, where is that place? I cant locate it in your map.

OOC: So, where is that place? I cant locate it in your map.

OOC: By the big lake in the center.

Vasily's Pub, Perdaxius, The Sabæan Federate

Vasily's Pub was immediately recognizable like any of the thousands of others of Vetalian businesses in the nation, its distinctly Vetalian stylings ornate despite the middle class audience it served. Another clear distinguishing factors, were the Cyrillic signs, subtitled in Volscian, and the menu, which offered a wide variety of traditional Vetalian cuisine and drinks. Every weekend, it was crowded with people discussing issues important to the community, but this was a unique meeting in that it was presided over directly by the Legate, the unofficial leader of the Vetalian community who served as a kind of "sub-mayor" for the Vetalians in Perdaxius.

"Look, you know as well as I do that there's no way we can support the Commonwealth against the Sabæans...the government hasn't done a thing for us and I don't see why we need to do anything to help them."

"Same here. Those bloodsuckers come down here, take our money, and we don't see a single dime of it! Just look around you, you can tell we're getting screwed in this mess. I'll tell you what, I was in Kensington no earlier than two weeks ago...they're spending all our money to enrich those champagne socialists up north!"

"The embassy in Kensington hasn't even said a word to us...I bet the 'Emperor' and the rest of his staff are too busy kissing the government's ass to help us out. Not that I'd leave in the first place, I'm born and raised here in Perdaxius, but still...they just don't care."

"I think we all know what this means, right? We're going to have to side with the Sabæan rebels against the government...this area's our home, and we're sure as hell not going to let them take advantage of it any longer. Before I go any farther, I want anyone who doesn't want to join us to leave. You won't be troubled, but if we end up seeing you on the front lines fighting us, we're not going to spare you."

Roughly a third of the assembled walked out, not saying a word.

"Good. From this point forward, we are now the 1st Vetalian Regiment from Perdaxius. Tomorrow, we'll elect officers and see what the Sabæans will do with our offer. Everybody, spread the word to your friends and family, see how many of them will side with us."

The next morning, signs began to appear around the city, written in Vetalian Russian to ensure their target audience was reached, and to deter any potential Londinian spies.


Attention Vetalians!

Dear compatriots, it is time for us to join our neighbors in fighting off the Londinian government which has siphoned off our wealth and our opportunity for far too long! Legate Petrov is forming a new army to fight alongside our Sabæan allies and we encourage all Vetalians to enlist and fight with us for our freedom.

A 1,000 ruble enlistment bonus will be provided to all volunteers, funded by money donated by the community in our enlistment drives. If interested, contact the Legate Office or one of the newly commissioned Lieutenant Colonels for news on how to enlist. Attached are the necessary forms, and copies can be made for free at any facility flying the Fern insignia.

The time has come to fight for our homes and our freedom, sons and daughters of Vetalia!

Rosenberger Palace
Kensington, the Commonwealth

Emperor William III of the United Kingdom of British Londinium and the Atlantian Isles, husband to Empress Elizabeth IV, has announced to the public:

"Because of this uprising in the Southern Territories of British Londinium, the Commonwealth has declared war on the Southern Territories, who call themselves, the 'Sabæan Federate'. Later today, I will travel to my home country of the Atlantian Isles to alert the Atlantian Senate. I will try to convince the entire Atlantian Parliament that the Atlantian Isles should declare war on the Sabæan Federate, for we, the Londinians, are a strong and kind people and British Londinium does not deserve to be split in two. The Atlantian Isles will have to participate, for the Federate are also against the United Kingdom."

With this, the Emperor boarded his jet, the "Umbrian Dream", and was on his way to Atlantis City, capital of the Atlantian Isles.

The CNC Rectification driven by its massive engines formed the forlorn tip of the attacking naval group. Their fleet was moderate in size, their location would be difficult to attack with even half of the original fleet. His ship was an Iowa-Class battleship mounted with its stock garrison of arms. The crashing of the waves against the hull, the constant screeching, the sound of metal preparing to crack was omnius as the crew ran drills to fire their large cannons. Captain Bake Kianc was the leader of the doomed ship, and he understood that he signed his death warrant when he volunteered for this mission, for this position, he and his crew were dead men walking.

On contrast the fleet whose mission was adjacent too the doomed fleet's city. Their target was Glascovia, the initial plan would be quickly established and their fleet would gain superiority slowly, but the blitzkrieg movements used to capture the city would make it near impossible to hold, and the enemy would not know where the fleet was going as it was sailing in a sporadic formation but gave the image of an organized and hardened battle fleet that had seen more battle then god himself.

17th Naval Grouppe/The Doomed Fleet

[17] Iowa-Class Battleships
[4] Kittyhawk-Class Carriers
[1] Nimitz-Class Super Carrier
[14] Seawolf-Class Submarines
[21] Arleigh Burke-Class Destroyers
[340] Su-47 Burke Superiority Fighter
[90] F-35 Lightning II



18th Naval Armada-99th Amphibious Assault Grouppe

[25] Iowa-Class Battleships
[6] Nimitz-Class Super Carriers
[10] Kittyhawk-Class Carriers
[32] Arleigh Burke-Class Destroyers
[19] Seawolf-Class Submarines
[112] Ivan Rogov-Class Large Landing Ship
[60,000] Cnian Holy Marines with assorted weaponry
[1,200] Merkeva VI-Cnian Variant
[800] Heavy Artillery Pieces
[900] Assorted Light and Transportable Artillery Pieces
[200] CH-135 Twin Huey
[150] AH-1 SuperCobra
[98] AH-64 Apache Attack Helicopter
[590] Su-57 Burke Superiority Aircraft
[270] F-35 Lightning II
[100] Sea Harrier FA2
[640] F/A-18 Hornet

Encrypted Message to the New Sabaen Federation

The Republic of Droskianishk would like to support your fledgling freedom experiment, through lowkey methods. We will be more than willing to supply the Federation with 300 Million USD worth of small arms, 100 Million USD in Communications technology, another 300 Million USD in military transport vehicles, and a possible 300 Million USD for military assault vehicles. The Republic will also be willing to provide training for Federation Military Personell. A response is expected within the next 72 hours, or the offer will be withdrawn.

Droskian Special Forces, Revolution Command
Colonel Alagrez

Encrypted Reply

We accept, and thank you for your support.

Near Argyll

The Federate did not have a lot, but they hoped it would be enough. Only three cities in the South were out of their hands. It was time to rectify that. President Halifax had ordered the army and air force into Argyll. They would hope to seize some naval assets there.

The 800,000 army troops were on their way, riding along in APCs and other vehicles. They knew soon that there would be some B-1Bs above them to help bomb the city into submission.

It was only a matter of time, and there wasn't much time.

Once there, the troops got into position for the siege. They set up howitzers near the perimeter of the city. After waiting a little longer. They heard the piercing whine of jet engines and saw fifty B-1Bs, escorted by 100 Typhoons. The soldiers looked up and smiled with pride.

As the bombers overflew the line the soldiers had made, the order was called out. "FIRE!" was yelled nearly simultaneously throughout the line.

The howitzers exploded at once, firing their shells towards the city and its buildings. Tanks nearest the city also fired.

High above them, the bomb bay doors of the B-1Bs opened, and thousands of incendiary and dumb bombs fell towards the city.

The soldiers pushed forward into the city in IFVs and tanks.

In order to protect the Londinian city of Argyll, the Atlantian Grand Armada has layed anchor in the city's harbor and we have secured the city. The Atlantian Army is helping families by supplying food to them. A trench has been dug around Argyll and the Atlantian troops await for the coming of the Federate troops.

~Official Imperial Democracy Message~

Even through my country's hate for British Londinium, we will not let the new Consul be killed. We have a rapid reaction force ready if needed, and we will only use them if we have your permission

Sincerely,
Ingram J Hasley
~Presidential Secretary~
You have permission from the Atlantian Isles, which is united with British Londinium in a single government. British Londinium will give you their approval, which will really count, later today.

{{OOC: Can we get a map of what the South and North control??}}

SIC:

Official Message to the Federation
We are sending a force to secure Glascoi and Sardu. From there,
we will will assaulting Genitolta, after this we will move in the XIII Holy
Marine Corps and begin construction of a military triangle in that sector.
From there we wilkl be building a complex network of air bases, military
garrisons and naval ports.

In Perdaxius

The units of the Vetalian militia were far from combat readiness as they practiced their first clumsy training maneuvers in fields outside of the city. No uniforms were yet available, and there were few weapons and equipment. Most of the men used metal rods or other similarly weighted equipment to take the place of yet-unavailable guns, and their equipment consisted almost entirely of home-scavenged equipment. Ranks were discerned solely by jury-rigged scraps of cloth and the occasional old military badge. The unit was immensely aided by the arrival of several ex-military officers and veterans, who set to work educating the volunteers and training them to become soldiers. Progress was swift, but there was still considerable ground to go before these forces were even remotely combat ready.

However, spirits were high and the volunteers dedicated to their cause, which boded well for the units in the coming weeks of training. The Vetalian community was hopefully going to raise around $4.25 billion from its citizens for the war effort, both at home and abroad, although the government was not formally supporting them and had in fact taken steps to aid the Londinian government in its fight against the rebels. However, community ties were strong and the growing force was working to secure supplies, arms, and equipment for the coming campaign.

Ceteris paribus, the Vetalians would start receiving their first military weapons and uniforms in a week, mostly surplus smuggled from the North under the guise of official government deliveries to the consulates in the south.

{{OOC: So Genivolta, Glascovia, and Suardi are Southern? And dang that's alot of land to cover with your smaller military. :(}}

{{OOC: Can we get a map of what the South and North control??}}

SIC:

Official Message to the Federation
We are sending a force to secure Glascoi and Sardu. From there, we will will assaulting Genitolta, after this we will move in the XIII Holy Marine Corps and begin construction of a military triangle in that sector.
From there we wilkl be building a complex network of air bases, military garrisons and naval ports.

OOC: Click the Factbook link in BL's sig and look for Geography. Anything from Kingston south.

SIC: Excellent. With your assistance, we can defeat the Londinian menace.

{{OOC: So Genivolta, Glascovia, and Suardi are Southern? And dang that's alot of land to cover with your smaller military. :(}}

Yep. Pretty much. I'm not playing to win here.

You have permission from the Atlantian Isles, which is united with British Londinium in a single government. British Londinium will give you their approval, which will really count, later today.

OOC: Any requests to participate must go through me.

In order to protect the Londinian city of Argyll, the Atlantian Grand Armada has layed anchor in the city's harbor and we have secured the city. The Atlantian Army is helping families by supplying food to them. A trench has been dug around Argyll and the Atlantian troops await for the coming of the Federate troops.

OOC: Atlantian Isles, slow it down a bit. You sort of have to RP getting to Argyll, and I'd appreciate slightly more elaborate posts.

OOC: Click the Factbook link in BL's sig and look for Geography. Anything from Kingston south.


Everything south of the Xankandi-Hiberium line is Federate territory, with the exception of Argyll, Glascovia, and Devonport. Expect an IC post within an hour or two.

OOC: Any requests to participate must go through me.



OOC: Atlantian Isles, slow it down a bit. You sort of have to RP getting to Argyll, and I'd appreciate slightly more elaborate posts.



Everything south of the Xankandi-Hiberium line is Federate territory, with the exception of Argyll, Glascovia, and Devonport. Expect an IC post within an hour or two.

{{OOC: Dangit you own Glascovia? Damnit, now I need to save that post for later >.<

EDIT. I'll delete then post up a comment/post when it is verified who owns Glascovia/Suardi/Genvolta}}

Glascovia

A proud Londinian flag fluttered over Glascovia, one of the few Commonwealth redoubts within Federate-controlled territory. Over the years, the city had been the site of dozens of bloody battles. In 1013, for instance, the slaughter of the Maori began in Glascovia with the defenestration of tribal leaders demanding Glascovian territory. In 1701, when the British seized control of the continent, it was in Glascovia that the Londinians made their last stand. In 1997, the armies of the Commonwealth marched on Glascovia to drive out their Atopian and Skgorrian overlords. And, in the temperate spring months of 2014, Glascovia would, once again, be a centre of carnage.

Over the past three days, legions of military personnel had poured into the city under the protection of the Royal Navy, bringing numbers well into the millions. Thousands of tanks, rocket artillery, howitzers, APCs, helicopters, fighters, and unmanned combat drones lined both streets and airfields, awaiting attack orders anxiously.

13 Floréal 2014 saw those orders distributed to the soldiers who so anxiously awaited them. 13 Floréal 2014, at 0300 hours, saw thousands of AC-130 gunships and Eurofighter Typhoons soar into the sky and mercilessly strafe Federate positions around Genivolta and Suardi. Massive Kensington-class battleships, and even two Davidson-class superdreadnoughts sailed along the coast, shelling coastal emplacements and Buddhist troops. Nestled within the skyscrapers of Glascovia, rocket artillery unleashed a hellish rain the rebel-infested city.

The first true battle of the Fifth Civil War had begun.

{{OOC: You might want to edit that post, I was wrote it under the impression that Glascovia was a federate city. I'll begin writing my attack post in eight minutes. Again I apologize.}}

OOC: Genivolta and Suardi are Federate cities, so I assumed you were there. When your post is up, I'll edit.

The new information that Glascovia was the last strong hold in the area the 17th, 18th, and 99th fleet moved their forces to become a spear against the enemy. Launching all their fighters and having them circle around the fleet as they marched towards the hostile navy. The decks of the Cnian fleet carriers were constantly moving as the crews tried to get as many of their planes as they could in the moment.

In space dozens of orbital weapons platforms moved into position, aiming their weapons at the enemy dreadnoughts, a single barrage from all thirty-six weapons platforms were split in two. Eighteen tungsten rods for one dreadnought, another eighteen for the other dreadnought. The weapons platforms soon began to reload their weapons after the first initial strike.

[Message to HQ]
Kodac, we need support. Enemy resistance much higher then
expected, please call in all nearby support, we understand if it may take
a while, but for god's sake atleast send more god rods in, we'll be massacred
before we reach the beaches.

OOC: Where are your ground forces situated, exactly? Btw, the godrods aren't good for this sort of thing, as it takes several minutes for the projectiles to impact.

Ninth Royal Navy Armada
HMS James Azzopardi

Hundreds of CIWS guns opened fire at incoming missiles, filling the air with smoke and bullet casings as bullets strewn from the Goalkeeper systems precisely perforated the Cnian missiles. All in all, the sights of the enemy missiles being destroyed, with only a few dozen slamming into the sides of errant frigates and destroyers, and thousands of ground-to-air missiles streaking from Rolling Airframe Missile Launchers and VLS batteries warmed Fleet Admiral Dalton's heart. It was always reassuring to the top military brass of the Ministry of War to see that the trillions invested in the Royal Navy paid off.

"Admiral, incoming transmission from the War Ministry," a communications officer replied solemnly. Dalton grabbed the piece of paper brusquely, reading it aloud as quickly as possible. In combat situations, speed was key.

CNIAN KINETIC BOMBARDMENT SATELLITES DETECTED OVERHEAD STOP
36 TUNGSTEN PROJECTILES INBOUND STOP
HEADING TOWARDS COORDINATES _____________ and _____________ STOP
REROUTE NAVAL FORCES FORTHWITH STOP
LIQUIDATE CNIAN SATELLITES FULL STOP

"You heard Mr Crompton," Dalton said exuberantly. "Get to it!"

The ships of the fleet quickly veered away from the projected coordinates, where the tungsten rods, for the most part, fell harmlessly into the choppy waters with a rather violent splash, though a battleship and three destroyers were taken down into Neptune's lair via kinetic bombardment.

As the battle raged down on Earth, as fighters, gunships, and helicopters duked it out with Cnian air forces, and as the super-firing guns of the Royal Navy's capital vessels unleashed volley after volley of shells, two hundred Storm Shadow cruise missiles shot into the sky, hurtling towards the Cnian satellites.

The Arnold House
Wesselbein, Fedorian

The elder statesman sighed, twisting some beads he usually kept inside his desk. He lived through two civil wars, almost dead from a high-altitude bombing run by the enemy side in the 3rd Fedorian Civil War. Now, upon him was a message to the officials in British Londinium, offering miliary assistance in their own civil war.

David Euckels looked up to the ceiling, cracking his knuckles. He commented to himself "Why oh why must so many rebel against the national." While his own party, the Nationalist Conservatives were pushing for intervention, the Liberal Party has voiced opposition. David, in one of those rare times, couldn't agree with his own parties line to this. But election year was coming soon and if he didn't go through with it, he'll be damned in the field of politics forever. "I wonder what went throu Tony Mandoley's mind when he was faced with the reality that his choice to crush the Spice Rebeliion was both evil, but vital." he thought to himself. The 16th Prime Minister of Fedorian was always on David's mind.

His train of thought was interuptted when a person from the Foreign Office knocked on his door. Cutting to the chase, the man asked "Prime Minister, are you ready to record and transmit?"

David stood up, looking like he was back in his days as a young determined official in the House of Commons. "I am ready, show me the way Mr. Meade."

It wouldn't be long before he was in the Foreign office, with a microphone in front of him. His voice spoke through the machine, the familiar tone resounding.



I am David Euckels, the Prime Minister of the Confederacy of Fedorian speaking. I have recieved word that your nation is currently in crisis. Secessionists now line up against your border, wrecking the foundations of peace and unity that all nations must survive with. The people of Fedorian are sympathetic to your cause, as we have suffered from four blood-stained civil wars in our past. As a representative for my people, I humbly request to join forces with The Sovereign Commonwealth of British Londinium to combat these rebels in your nation. Our history has seen enough bloodshed to last for a life-time, and if those who cannot resolve issues through diplomacy suddenly strive for the war banner, they do not deserve to stand independent.

May the grace of God be with you during these sad times.

This is David Euckels signind off.

The red light blinked off. The prime minister looked through the window to this left and asked "I pray that the message is being sent as we speak?"

A young man, who was given the responsibility of transmission, nodded. His screen flashed with white icons. The message was being sent to the British Londinium.

David Euckels left the recording room and soon discovered that Wallace Greenwood was present the entire time, reading a book in a chair outside in the hall. "Wallace, since you are here, I have a assignment for you. I need you to comprise a list of all units able to be transported out at a moments notice. I want it on my desk as soon as possible sir."

Wallace Greenwood bowed. "I shall do that Prime Minister. Pray that this war shall not last long."

"I cannot agree more Wallace, we have seen enough death around the world as it is."

Near Londinian Airspace, 3 Hours from RAF Pembrey Beach

The four squadrons soared in formation toward British Londinium. It was a small force, 48 jets, but the Aurum Doman Airforce was tied up at home and in Vetaka so this was the best the Londinians would get. This rebellion wasn't expected to last long but maintaining air supereority was important in case more foreign nations became involved. British Londinium and Aurum Domus had been on good relations even after the formers departure from UFAN and they were always ready to help out someone when they were in need.

OOC:

Air Wing:

24 FA 16 Priests
24 ACI 773 Aquilas

There is, though, a slight concern. The World Soviet Party has offered to use their base in Trivolzio to secure Kensington. I, for one, am loathe to allow five thousand foreign troops into our capital. Need I remind us all of the Goob War of 1996? Regardless, I have rejected their offer wholesale and have, instead, replied with the suggestion that they march on Queensferry. Something to distract them, at any rate

The commander cursed under his breath, now he would have to play along with the Londinians, still, there was an option.

"Ready a Team of Spec. Ops. and debrief them on 'Operation: Rise & Fall', the rest of the garrison will move out to Queensferry as requested by the Londinan goverment, understood?"

"Aye sir"

OOC: better post coming soon as it's 2am right now.

SIC:
Encrypted Telegram:
From: Lord Sumguy
To: Flavia Davidson
Subject: Reconciliation

My good Madame Consul,
As you should well know, our nations have had..less than optimal relations in the past: threatened invasions, forced disbandment of alliances, and other such unfortunate occurances. I wish to end such conflict and strife between us, for neither has received any lasting benefit from them yet, and I never did want British Londinium as an enemy. I have been observing the civil war that has recently broken out in your nation, and wish to offer you my full support, as a gesture of goodwill. The Hegemony is willing to send any force you may require to aid in re-stabilizing the nation, and I am informed that the Abrahamic League also wishes to help in any way possible. Please respond soon, so that we may aid your efforts more effectively.

-Lord Sumguy, Hegemon

OOC: Can I get an IC post for my siege, or should I just overrun it?

North Ganapatian Sea

One hundred twelve Caelapene ships cut a wide swath through the northernmost edges of the Ganapatian Sea, slowly pushing toward the Londinian coast. As they neared the coast north of Tuscolo, a heavily encrypted transmission was sent from the Caelapene flagship, the ANC Tueor, to the Londinian armed forces.


ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION - AERONAVY CAELAPES
FROM THE ANC TUEOR
TO THE LONDINIAN ARMED FORCES

ONE HUNDRED TWELVE SHIPS OF THE CAELAPENE AERONAVY
(CARRYING 250 AIRCRAFT AND NEARLY NINE HUNDRED LAND VEHICLES)
ARE NOW APPROACHING THE COAST OFF TUSCOLO STOP

DUE TO A LACK OF INTELLIGENCE, WE PLAN TO MARCH
ON TUSCOLO IF IT HAS FALLEN TO THE FEDERATE
AND CAPTURE IT AND THE PENINSULA CONTAINING
TEISHEBAINI AND REONDEON STOP

IF TUSCOLO HAS REMAINED LOYAL WE WOULD LIKE TO
USE IT AS A BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR REMOVING
FEDERATE FORCES FROM TERRITORY NORTH OF THE
SABÆN MOUNTAINS STOP

IF THE LONDINIAN ARMED FORCES HAD SEPARATE
PLANS FOR THE CAELAPENE AERONAVY
PLEASE INFORM STOP

DUM SPIRAMUS TUEBIMUR FULL STOP

-snip-

OOC: Sorry for the delay. I've made a map of Argyll (http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z259/pertinax201/Maps/MapofArgyll.png); directly north of the boroughs is the River Alexandria, which isolates the city from the mainland. The River Alexandria also flows through the city out into the Volar. I'm not quite sure where to place your forces, so I assumed that they were marching across the bridges.

Argyll

The shells rained down upon the city unrelentingly, and, along with the heavy bombers, decimated the intricate cityscape and smashed it to pieces. Flames broiled throughout the streets, slowly roasting the city alive. Debris scattered everywhere.

It was fortunate, then, that the Ministry of War had prepared the city for an urban combat battle. Steel pillboxes, barricades, machine gun nests, tank traps, and more littered the city as the half million soldier light infantry force, supplemented by anti-air guns and rocket artillery, prepared for battle.

Hundreds, thousands, of infantrymen opened fire at the Federate aircraft with their man-portable FIM-92 Stinger anti-air launchers. As the skies were cluttered with homing, infrared missiles, two hundred rocket artillery batteries opened fire at the Federate advance, targeting tanks, defensive positions, bridges anything, in short, worth blowing up.

Meanwhile, the Royal Navy began a concentrated evacuation effort, loading as many civilians as possible into whatever ships were available.

Whilst the Federate fought some sort of misguided financial ideology, the men and women holed up in Argyll fought for a very worthwhile cause: not dying.

***

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Encrypted Londinian Communiqué

To Cælapes:

Please redirect your troops to Invercargill, a far more important strategic target. Invercargill is one of the few port cities available to the Federate, and it is crucial that the rebels are incapable of accessing the sea.

To Fedorian:

I appreciate your sympathy and your dedication to assisting us in quelling these rebels. Any military forces you have would be extremely appreciated in assaulting Port Hemali.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Flavia Davidson, MP
Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

"Response from the Londinian Government, Commander-General. They want us to subjugate Invercargill... it's located on the other side of the peninsula, sir."

Commander-General Alexander Rhoda walked over to the communications station and examined the message for himself. "Very well. Lieutenant Hess, bring us about heading zero four zero. Lieutenant Folds, inform the fleet and get an E-2 and a squadron of Rafales up in the air."

"Aye, sir," the Lieutenants replied, turning to their new tasks. As the Aeronavy turned about, a squadron of Rafales shot into the air, towards British Londinium and Invercargill.

Atlantian Constitutional Tower
Atlantis City, Londinian Imperial Province of the Atlantian Isles

After discussing the Fifth Civil War of British Londinium, Emperor William III of the United Kingdom finally persuaded the Atlantian Parliament to declare war on the Safæn Federate.

"To protect the United Kingdom of British Londinium and the Atlantian Isles, we, the Members of the Atlantian Parliament, have decided to declare war on the Safæn Federate," said Prime Minister James Calahan to Parliament. "The entire Atlantian Royal Navy is on its way to Dalmatium until we can advance into the Federate. If we suceed, British Londinium will be saved from itself."

At this, Emperor William III stood up. "Members of Parliament, because of this Rebellion against British Londinium and the United Kingdom, my wife and I will stay here until we can retreat to my palace in Acarionne. We will leave later this afternoon, but until then, we will be in the Atlantian Constitutional Tower. We will stay in the Arundel Suite if you need us." With this said, Emperor William dismissed Parliament and the Meeting was adjourned.

Argyll

It was unfortunate for the planes that so many soldiers had SAMs. Fortunately, the pilots knew the planes were still loaded with fuel. Those that weren't damaged committed to the only thing left: suicide. In a somewhat synchronized motion, forty of the B-1Bs, ones that were still capable of flying, thrusted sharply downwards towards the ocean.

But that was not their target. The bombers ran up their engines to full and aimed for the nearest Navy ship.

The Typhoons repeated the maneuver.

Meanwhile, the soldiers pushed forward, blasting away with howitzers, tanks, IFVs, grenades and lead. Mangled wreckage of buildings were strewn over the city.

Invercargill

It was a sunny day in Invercargill. The ten destroyers sat on alert in the harbor. Around the borders of the city, mobile Patriot launchers sat silent. In the barracks of the garrison, Stinger launchers sat quietly on a rack. A lone Typhoon patrolled the skies.

Suddenly a lot of tiny blips appeared on the Typhoon's radar. The pilot reported it back to the base, which also picked up the blips. A squadron of bogeys.

Air raid sirens sounded throughout the city as citizens ran for cover. Soldiers ran quickly into the armory and grabbed Stinger launchers. Pilots piled into fighters.

Fifty Typhoons took to the skies looking to intercept the bogeys.

On the destroyers, and at the mobile launchers, the operators selected targets.

Hundreds of Patriot, Sea Sparrow and Stinger missiles shot into the air towards the enemy planes.

Kingston

Sarah Halifax was standing next to a limo. She was surrounded by a small entourage of bodyguards and advisers. As she was about to get into the limousine, a bodyguard stepped away from her, creating an opening for one brief but fatal moment.

A man standing nearby quickly pulled a revolver out of his leather jacket and fired four hollow-point bullets toward Halifax. The entourage collectively screamed and ducked. Two bullets hit Halifax, one impacting her hand, the other tearing through her temple. She was killed instantly.

One other bullet hit the limo, the last hit a bodyguard in the hand. The large suit-clad bodyguards ran towards the man. In the last second, he put the gun to his head and fired, his body falling limply to the ground.

The President of the Sabaen Federate had been assassinated.

Soon after, the General Assembly convened to elect a new President. They overwhelmingly selected Jakob Ducly as the new president. He promised to destroy the Londinian Commonwealth.

Perdaxius

By now, the ragtag Vetalian forces were starting to look like a real armed force. Although they lacked heavy armor and artillery, they were equipped with a wide variety of infantry weapons to ensure their effectiveness as guerilla and street-to-street fighters. After all, that was the goal of this conflict; tire out the enemy and wear them down until they were forced to sign a peace agreement. It wasn't so much about winning as it was simply holding out long enough to emerge victorious.

And with this force, it looked possible. Dressed in generic army fatigues purchased in bulk from a Vetalian supplier to the armed forces and equipped with Vetalian infantry arms and equipment smuggled in as supplies for the Vetalian consulates in the south, they appeared for all intents and purposes a true military unit. However, there were still issues to resolve. Surplus supplies were scarce and many soldiers were not fully outfitted with weapons, reducing their combat effectiveness. Ammunition supplies were still tight although they were improving markedly as the flow of smuggled ammunition grew rapidly thanks to the influence of contacts in the north.

All in all, about 30,000 of the 170,000 recruits were ready for combat. These men would be heading north, to aid in the defense of Invercargill and to harass enemy supply lines. This city was strategically vital for the rebellion, and they would have to hold it at all costs.

Zuclo, British Londinium
Merchant Ship Berge Stahl

Alexander Kollontai leaned on the rails of the bulk carrier as it slowly rocked back and forth in the harbour. The weather was warm for spring, and Alexander had left his warm winter jacket in his cabin in favour of a light sweater. He searched his pockets for his pack of cheap Labhekh cigars and then cursed, remembering he had left them in his jacket. The jacket had been given to him by his old friend Pavel, at the dawn of the Labhekistani Revolution of 1990. He had been but a child then; an eighteen year old boy with little experience and a lot of luck. In the twenty-six years since, he had sold his skills as a professional revolutionary to the highest bidder; surviving despite the odds. He remembered the Labhekistani Revolution like it was yesterday; they had been victorious then. The Democratic Socialists had overthrown the hated Communist government in a brutal five-year war which had left millions dead, including many of Alexander’s closest friends. He shrugged to himself. Life always gets the better of you in the end.

Alexander stepped away from the rail as the massive ship slowly entered the dock. He took one last look out at the sea, and then began his long walk to his cabin in the bowels of the ship. Despite the rising sun, the interior of the Berge Stahl was dimly lit. Many of the crew were still asleep. Wandering through the labyrinthine hallways, Alexander finally found his small cabin. He pushed the door open and found Sergei and Yuri waiting for him.

“Is it time?” asked Sergei.

Alexander nodded. “Gather your things,” he said, “Yuri, go get the others. Meet me on the deck in five minutes.” Alexander grabbed his jacket off his bed and stuffed it in his dark green duffel bag. Rooting around, Alexander found what he was looking for in the duffel. The small, crumpled piece of paper had only two lines, hastily scrawled in blue pen. Jakob Ducly. 11831 Azucar Lane. He stuffed the crumpled note in his pocket and tossed the duffel over his back.

“One more stop to make,” he said to Sergei. Alexander left the small cabin and walked down the hallway to the captain’s quarters. He knocked twice on the door, and it opened a moment later.

“Alex,” said the Captain, “leaving us so soon?”

“I’m afraid so,” replied Alexander, “but business is business.” He pulled his wallet from his faded jeans and withdrew the money, handing it to the captain. “For your service, the negotiated sum.”

“Thank you,” said the Captain, “good luck, my friend.”

“Until we meet again,” said Alexander, rising to leave.

“Wait,” said the Captain, “take this. It may prove to be useful.” The Captain opened a small drawer and pulled out a battered steel case. Opening it, the Captain withdrew a glistening Makarov PM, a stark contrast to its battered case. “It was mine during the civil war. I have not forgotten.”

Alexander took the pistol with a nod, tucking it into his jacket. “Goodbye, Captain.” He stood and left the cabin, looking back at his friend, possibly for the last time, before shutting the door.

***


On the deck, Alexander’s counterparts were waiting for him. The dozen expert revolutionaries were ready, he could tell.

“Everyone is ready and accounted for,” said Yuri.

“Good,” said Alexander, consulting a map. “Our rendezvous isn’t a far walk from the dockyard. Shouldn’t be much of a problem to get out of here without attracting attention. Let’s move out.”

Skies over Invercargill

"Jacks 3, break right!"

"Wait, somebody got hit! Four is hit!"

"Jacks 4, status... Jacks 4, status!"

"Jacks 3 egressing north-west! SAM launch, Jacks 8, nose low! Break right, break right!" A missile narrowly missed the Rafale piloted by Jacks 3 as he twisted the controls into a sharp downward spiral. "That's one..." He quickly slammed the controls to the left and fought to maintain control as color seeped from his vision. Another missile streaked past and exploded beyond the nose of his plane. "That's two!"

"Another SAM... another SAM launch, same area... Jacks 8, blind."

"Jacks, expedite retreat northeast, twelve kilometres. Turn heading one four niner and rendezvous with the fleet."

The remaining three Rafales and single E-2 turned northeast and dove, trying to dip under Federate radar as thick black smoke billowed from the wreckage of the less fortunate pilots.

---

200 nm off the coast of Invercargill

One hundred four Caelapene ships sat in international waters, standing off against the distant destroyer squadron that held Invercargill harbor. Only eight Seaforce ships - Le Redoutable-class submarines - were not accounted for, as they moved slowly and quietly through the water, creeping ever closer to the destroyers.

---

Wilderness, 19 kilometres from Invercargill

Tom "Jacks 4" Gerlach yanked the harnesses and straps off of his chest and legs as he came to his senses. After grabbing a pistol, blanket, flares, and other survival tools, he ran from the wreckage of his plane into the nearby forests.

[OOC: If there are no forests near Invercargill, let me know]

OOC: In case your wondering, yes, my two forces will engage each other at Invercargill.

Outside Kensington

Like their fellows in Perdaxius, the Vetalian community in the north was also gearing up for conflict. And, like the nation they were fighting for, they were also indicative of divisions in Vetalian society. The Northerners were East Vetalians, many sharing a distinctly Romanesque culture that was similar to that of the Londinians. In fact, their Venetic dialect was generally mutually intelligible with Volscian and they spoke it in preference to the Russian of the rest of the country, creating a division between the two parts of the nation.

However, they were fewer in number than their compatriots to the south, and so formed a much smaller force of only 80,000 soldiers. These troops, however, had the backing of the Vetalian government and so were well equipped with modern weaponry and even small numbers of artillery and light tanks. 20,000 of them, a whole division, were going to be sent south to Invercargill to aid in the recapture of the city for the government.

Ideally, they would meet up with the Londinian armed forces outside of the city and participate in a joint attack against the rebels. However, they also didn't know that 30,000 of those rebels were their fellow countrymen...

Glascovia

A proud Londinian flag fluttered over Glascovia, one of the few Commonwealth redoubts within Federate-controlled territory. Over the years, the city had been the site of dozens of bloody battles. In 1013, for instance, the slaughter of the Maori began in Glascovia with the defenestration of tribal leaders demanding Glascovian territory. In 1701, when the British seized control of the continent, it was in Glascovia that the Londinians made their last stand. In 1997, the armies of the Commonwealth marched on Glascovia to drive out their Atopian and Skgorrian overlords. And, in the temperate spring months of 2014, Glascovia would, once again, be a centre of carnage.

Over the past three days, legions of military personnel had poured into the city under the protection of the Royal Navy, bringing numbers well into the millions. Thousands of tanks, rocket artillery, howitzers, APCs, helicopters, fighters, and unmanned combat drones lined both streets and airfields, awaiting attack orders anxiously.

13 Floréal 2014 saw those orders distributed to the soldiers who so anxiously awaited them. 13 Floréal 2014, at 0300 hours, saw thousands of AC-130 gunships and Eurofighter Typhoons soar into the sky and mercilessly strafe Federate positions around Genivolta and Suardi. Massive Kensington-class battleships, and even two Davidson-class superdreadnoughts sailed along the coast, shelling coastal emplacements and Buddhist troops. Nestled within the skyscrapers of Glascovia, rocket artillery unleashed a hellish rain the rebel-infested city.

The first true battle of the Fifth Civil War had begun.

The Federate troops didn't stand a chance. They piled into whatever vehicles they could and retreated towards Queensferry. There was a sizeable garrison there, and they could hold out.

**********
Zuclo

Jakob Ducly was waiting silently in the abandoned house. Around him stood various armed personnel.

Skies over Invercargill

"Jacks 3, break right!"

"Wait, somebody got hit! Four is hit!"

"Jacks 4, status... Jacks 4, status!"

"Jacks 3 egressing north-west! SAM launch, Jacks 8, nose low! Break right, break right!" A missile narrowly missed the Rafale piloted by Jacks 3 as he twisted the controls into a sharp downward spiral. "That's one..." He quickly slammed the controls to the left and fought to maintain control as color seeped from his vision. Another missile streaked past and exploded beyond the nose of his plane. "That's two!"

"Another SAM... another SAM launch, same area... Jacks 8, blind."

"Jacks, expedite retreat northeast, twelve kilometres. Turn heading one four niner and rendezvous with the fleet."

The remaining three Rafales and single E-2 turned northeast and dove, trying to dip under Federate radar as thick black smoke billowed from the wreckage of the less fortunate pilots.


Of course, dipping under the radar meant nothing if there were planes following you. And the Typhoons were there to do just that. They sped off towards the bogeys and and fired off their AMRAAMs. Two of the Typhoons flew towards the E-2, firing missiles at it before firing their machine guns at it.


200 nm off the coast of Invercargill

One hundred four Caelapene ships sat in international waters, standing off against the distant destroyer squadron that held Invercargill harbor. Only eight Seaforce ships - Le Redoutable-class submarines - were not accounted for, as they moved slowly and quietly through the water, creeping ever closer to the destroyers.

As if the Federate wasn't paranoid enough. They were very protective of the destroyers they had, and P-8s were flying patrols. If they couldn't detect them with sonar, maybe the MAD could. It showed a slight anomaly when they overflew the submarines unknowingly.

"I think we've got something. Put the destroyers on alert."

The destroyers went to red alert, and activated their active sonar.

Meanwhile, the Littoral Defence Submarines, which had been dormant, moved into position near the destroyers.

11831 Azucar Lane
Zuclo, British Londinium

Alexander Kollontai walked slowly across the street, surveying his surroundings. Although he did not believe he was being set up, caution was always a priority. Behind him, his comrades followed. Yuri had his hand inside his jacket, holding the pistol that Alexander had no doubt was there. Reaching the other side of the street, Alexander looked at the house in front of him. It was a run-down old townhouse, in one of Zuclo's harbourside slums. Water still dripped from the gutters from the previous night's rain. Standing in front of the door, he rapped on it loudly with his left hand, holding the Makarov behind him in his right.

By the time they had reached confrontation with the Londinian Navy and Airforce the full air armada of the fleet was in the air. Just over two thousand assorted planes flew circling around the Cnian navy, which was placed at forty kilometers away from the main river of Glascovia. Their airplanes would be there strength as they continued to attempt and sail just outside of Londinian naval force's strength. Every step they would take towards them, they would take a step back, this would be there stalling maneuver as another fleet was coming to their rescue. (How many posts would that take, it's up to you.) The marines would most likely be recycled to move to a more southern city and construct a mass recruiting centre there. The original thirty-six weapons platforms had all been shot down. There was a large fuss over who ordered the use of the ineffective tungsten rods 'god rods', but another order of weapons platforms out-fitted with more effective tactical weapons would be soon to order.

Admiral Kyle Joo stared at his magnificent fleet, it wouldn't match the entire Londinian Royal Navy, but it was a good start to the land-oriented Cnian military mind. He was the general of this fleet, a Marine at the start, and still widely considers himself as much, but due to family pressure he re-enlisted as a Naval commander, in the calm ocean's of Buddha C he wasn't met with much of a challenge, but quickly flew threw the ranks.

4th Cnian Naval Armada

[56] Iowa-Class Battleships
[43] Seawolf-Class Submarines
[71] Arleigh Burke-Class Destroyers
[8] Nimitz-Class Supercarriers
[500] Ivan Rogov-Class Large Landing Craft
[240,000] Cnian Marines with assorted Weaponary
[13,250] Merkeva V
[12,000] Heavy Artillery Pieces
[15,000] Light and Portable Artillery Pieces
[800] Twin Huey Support Helicopters
[1,200] SuperCobra Attack Helicopters
[360] Burke Air Superiority Fighter
[360] F/A-18 Hornet MultiRole Fighter
[Unknown] Logistical Ships


{{OOC: Sorry for the crappy post. :(}}

11831 Azucar Lane
Zuclo, British Londinium

Alexander Kollontai walked slowly across the street, surveying his surroundings. Although he did not believe he was being set up, caution was always a priority. Behind him, his comrades followed. Yuri had his hand inside his jacket, holding the pistol that Alexander had no doubt was there. Reaching the other side of the street, Alexander looked at the house in front of him. It was a run-down old townhouse, in one of Zuclo's harbourside slums. Water still dripped from the gutters from the previous night's rain. Standing in front of the door, he rapped on it loudly with his left hand, holding the Makarov behind him in his right.

A man opened the door. "Come in." he said, and ushered the man into a chair in front of Ducly.

Ministry of War, Kensington
15 Floréal 2014

The Ministry of War's primary command-and-control centre, housed several hundred feet beneath the Arch of Victory (http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z259/pertinax201/Structures/VictoryArch.jpg), was an odd juxtaposition of modernist and classical influences. The walls were sleek, polished cedar wood, elegantly decorated with elaborate engravings of famous battles in Londinian history, but, alongside these painstakingly detailed engravings were advanced holoprojectors, autostereoscopic LED computer monitors, satellite uplinks, communications relays, and all the other trappings of an advanced military facility.

Behind the rows of computer terminals staffed by somber military officers was a glass-walled observation lounge, where senior military officers and Ministry of War personnel could conference in private.

Dame Flavia Davidson, along with War Minister Elliot Crompton and his senior staff, sat and discussed the war effort against the Federate.

"Dr Crompton, I understand that we've seized Genivolta and Suardi?" Flavia asked.

"Yes, Madam Consul, we did so magnificently," the War Minister said proudly. "We began with an intensive artillery and air barrage against Federate positions in the area, and, within the hour, they fled for Queensferry."

"Very good, Dr Crompton," the consul replied warmly. "Where are we on the advance on Capizzi?"

***

Hibernium, the Commonwealth

Since the outbreak of the Fifth Civil War, intermetropolitan travel had been suspended in the Commonwealth, for a very simple reason: the arteriaroutes, the asphalt-and-concrete backbone of the continent, were needed for the war effort. They were the only roads capable of supporting the advance of heavy equipment and vehicles across long distances - indeed, military transport was a major factor in their design.

The massive military force assembling on the A29, which started in Cæcilligrad and ended in Invercargill, was a formidable one. Five mechanized legions, two tank legions, three rocket artillery legions, and thousands of helicopter gunships had been assembled at the edge of Commonwealth territory to march on Capizzi. As the sun rose over the region - described as the Land of a Thousand Lakes - the force began to head forward into the abyss.

***

Argyll

In Argyll, however, the war effort was not going according to plan. Anti-air missiles could only be so effective, even less so when the enemy had dedicated themselves to death. The fighters were easy enough to take out, but the bombers were the most deadly, slamming into battleships and evacuation vessels alike, killing hundreds of sailors, thousands of refugees.

On the streets though, the Federate IFVs and tanks were bogged down in rubble-strewn streets, giving Londinian soldiers the perfect opportunity to blast them to pieces with anti-armour rocket launchers.

***

Offshore Glascovia

The inexperience of the Cnian naval commanders was all too obvious to the Royal Navy; apparently, the peace-loving Buddhists had never engaged in a naval battle with a superdreadnought.

Massive guns, ranging from thirty-two inch ones to four-and-a-half inch guns, each with ranges around 25 km, pounded the Cnian fleets as anti-shipping missiles hurtled towards the hulls of the troop transport vessels. At the same time, thousands of fighters flew from the bowels of the Tempora Heroica class internalized flight deck aircraft carrier, unleashing missiles and smart bombs at enemy aircraft and vessels.

Hibernium, the Commonwealth

Since the outbreak of the Fifth Civil War, intermetropolitan travel had been suspended in the Commonwealth, for a very simple reason: the arteriaroutes, the asphalt-and-concrete backbone of the continent, were needed for the war effort. They were the only roads capable of supporting the advance of heavy equipment and vehicles across long distances - indeed, military transport was a major factor in their design.

The massive military force assembling on the A29, which started in Cæcilligrad and ended in Invercargill, was a formidable one. Five mechanized legions, two tank legions, three rocket artillery legions, and thousands of helicopter gunships had been assembled at the edge of Commonwealth territory to march on Capizzi. As the sun rose over the region - described as the Land of a Thousand Lakes - the force began to head forward into the abyss.

Capizzi was not particularly large or important. It was, however, the gateway to Queensferry and Invercargill.

A lone Typhoon spotted the formation moving quickly. It reported back to base.

The garrison asked for reinforcements. They were denied.

The six thousand troops decided to sacrifice the city. They raised a white flag over the city before getting into a convoy and heading back to Queensferry. Their base was deserted, devoid of all supplies.

The only thing that remained in the city were the citizens, completely unprotected.

Argyll

In Argyll, however, the war effort was not going according to plan. Anti-air missiles could only be so effective, even less so when the enemy had dedicated themselves to death. The fighters were easy enough to take out, but the bombers were the most deadly, slamming into battleships and evacuation vessels alike, killing hundreds of sailors, thousands of refugees.

On the streets though, the Federate IFVs and tanks were bogged down in rubble-strewn streets, giving Londinian soldiers the perfect opportunity to blast them to pieces with anti-armour rocket launchers.

"Goddammit!" a soldier screamed as an IFV near him exploded in flame. He pulled out his machine gun and sprayed lead towards the area where the rocket had come from.

"We need a damn bulldozer!" he yelled, pointing at a yellow behemoth.

A man climbed into it and started it up.

"Put a tank in front of this thing. I don't want it blown up."

An Abrams tank pulled in front of the bulldozer and blasted wildly with its guns and machine guns. Mere feet ahead of it were fifty soldiers, firing helter-skelter. A MUTT with a TOW launcher and a HMMWV with an Active Denial System were also driving along through the mess.

The HMMWV turned on its Active Denial System. The microwaves from it would create intense pain without actually hurting anyone.

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Jakob Ducly had made his orders clear. Anyone convicted of counterrevolutionary activity must be put to death. The police had been rounding up suspected individuals. They had narrowed the counterrevolutionaries down to two hundred and fifty.

Now it was time to make examples. The 250 people were to be publicly blended. It was intended to increase morale.

At 12:00 the executions began. A man was lowered into a blender and was liquefied with a sickly roar. This continued for three more hours.

At the end of the executions, there were no spectators. The public had fled from disgust. Word of mouth and live broadcasting of the executions had been the last nail in the coffin.

Public sentiment had turned against the war.

11831 Azucar Lane
Zuclo, British Londinium

Alexander tucked the Makarov into his belt and sat down in the chair, directly across from Ducly. His comrades slowly filed into the room, wary of the armed guards. The room smelled of mildew and rotting plaster.

"Mr. Ducly, I presume," began Alexander, "we meet at last."

Invercargill Harbor

"Fire all!" Four fwoomps shuddered through the ANC Halberd as four F-17 wire-guided torpedos thundered out, toward the Federate destroyer squadron. The seven other Caelapene submarines similarly fired at their respective targets, suddenly filling the bay with thirty-two torpedos. As the torpedos raced toward the enemy ships, the submarines lurched backwards, moving full astern away toward the safety of the Caelapene fleet, which was then only 120 nautical miles out from the harbor.

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Skies over British Londinium

The three remaining Rafales juked right and then pulled hard left, forcing the AMRAAM missiles to bleed off precious speed in a pointless attempt at maneuvering with a high-performance military jet. One missile whipped around, coming in behind the left wingman. When it came close enough, it exploded, destroying the tail end of the Rafale. It fell and spun towards the earth with the remaining missiles, their fuel expended in the maneuver. The E-2 was similarly fortunate, being unwieldy compared to the fast, agile jets that pursued it. It fell to the earth, smoke and flame trailing it all the way.

The two remaining Rafales brought themselves around behind the attacking Typhoons and fired their ASRAAM and MICA missiles before letting loose a barrage of fire from their GIAT 30 cannons.

Invercargill Harbor

"Fire all!" Four fwoomps shuddered through the ANC Halberd as four F-17 wire-guided torpedos thundered out, toward the Federate destroyer squadron. The seven other Caelapene submarines similarly fired at their respective targets, suddenly filling the bay with thirty-two torpedos. As the torpedos raced toward the enemy ships, the submarines lurched backwards, moving full astern away toward the safety of the Caelapene fleet, which was then only 120 nautical miles out from the harbor.

The destroyers were mostly vulnerable and sank easily.

The small submarines pursued the submarines, firing thirty torpedoes.

On the shore, Anti-Shipping Missile launchers were being set up.

Skies over British Londinium

The three remaining Rafales juked right and then pulled hard left, forcing the AMRAAM missiles to bleed off precious speed in a pointless attempt at maneuvering with a high-performance military jet. One missile whipped around, coming in behind the left wingman. When it came close enough, it exploded, destroying the tail end of the Rafale. It fell and spun towards the earth with the remaining missiles, their fuel expended in the maneuver. The E-2 was similarly fortunate, being unwieldy compared to the fast, agile jets that pursued it. It fell to the earth, smoke and flame trailing it all the way.

The two remaining Rafales brought themselves around behind the attacking Typhoons and fired their ASRAAM and MICA missiles before letting loose a barrage of fire from their GIAT 30 cannons.

Ten of the Typhoons were destroyed. The remainder of the jets pulled up and behind the jets, firing missiles and bullets madly.

11831 Azucar Lane
Zuclo, British Londinium

Alexander tucked the Makarov into his belt and sat down in the chair, directly across from Ducly. His comrades slowly filed into the room, wary of the armed guards. The room smelled of mildew and rotting plaster.

"Mr. Ducly, I presume," began Alexander, "we meet at last."

"Indeed. I understand you have an offer or something for me."

"Indeed. I understand you have an offer or something for me."

Alexander Kollontai nodded at this. "I am here to offer you the service of myleslf and my comrades; professional revolutionaries. We have been observing this situation since it began, and it appears you may be in need of assistance if you wish to succeed."

Alexander pulled out a small map of British Londinium and laid it on the damp floor. He motioned to several locations on the map.

"If the Londinians advance, they will no doubt do it by highway. My men are expertly trained in disrupting lines of logistics and communications. With the right equipment, we can strike against multiple targets, causing maximum confusion in the Londinian forces. Also, we plan to strike against communication centers, police stations, power plants - anywhere that will cause disorder and generally make hell for the Londinians."

Invercargill Harbor

The Caelapene submarines, more vulnerable than ever, tried to speed away, but most took heavy hits from the enemy submarines. Two were lucky enough to have escaped relatively unscathed, and continued their movement toward the Caelapene fleet. However, with the fleet now in range of the harbor, the larger Ticonderoga-class Aegis cruisers locked on to the small Federate submarines and fired. Ten ASROC anti-submarine missiles shot into the air and turned towards Invercargill. The missiles and payloads separated and parachutes unfurled before the torpedos splashed down into the harbor. With active sonar ready, the missiles took their targets and spun towards the enemy submarines.

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Skies over British Londinium

The Caelapene pilots, while exhilarated at their luck in facing clearly poorly trained enemies, grimaced as they spun and put their Rafales into a nose-up ascent, hoping to trick the inexperienced Typhoon pilots into following them further into the sky. A missile struck the second Caelapene jet, which disintegrated as soon as he had ejected.

Alexander Kollontai nodded at this. "I am here to offer you the service of myleslf and my comrades; professional revolutionaries. We have been observing this situation since it began, and it appears you may be in need of assistance if you wish to succeed."

Alexander pulled out a small map of British Londinium and laid it on the damp floor. He motioned to several locations on the map.

"If the Londinians advance, they will no doubt do it by highway. My men are expertly trained in disrupting lines of logistics and communications. With the right equipment, we can strike against multiple targets, causing maximum confusion in the Londinian forces. Also, we plan to strike against communication centers, police stations, power plants - anywhere that will cause disorder and generally make hell for the Londinians."

"We have anticipated this, and barricaded the ways to Invercargill and Kingston. However, we could use some help. They cannot get to Kingston by any means. They cannot get to Invercargill either, or Queensferry. These are all things that need to be true. Can you do that for us?"

Invercargill Harbor

The Caelapene submarines, more vulnerable than ever, tried to speed away, but most took heavy hits from the enemy submarines. Two were lucky enough to have escaped relatively unscathed, and continued their movement toward the Caelapene fleet. However, with the fleet now in range of the harbor, the larger Ticonderoga-class Aegis cruisers locked on to the small Federate submarines and fired. Ten ASROC anti-submarine missiles shot into the air and turned towards Invercargill. The missiles and payloads separated and parachutes unfurled before the torpedos splashed down into the harbor. With active sonar ready, the missiles took their targets and spun towards the enemy submarines.

The submarines stopped and silenced quickly, but it was no use. One of the subs surfaced, a missile hitting it just as it rose above the water, blowing it apart in a huge fireball. At the last moment, the captain had ordered all weapons fired. Torpedoes shot out, as did anti-ship and cruise missiles.

The other subs were destroyed. Only two subs remained. They had their orders.

They sped to flank speed and headed for the nearest ship.

On the shore, one hundred Harpoon and Exocet missiles were fired towards the fleet. Once the fleet got closer, the tanks would fire at the ships.

Skies over British Londinium

The Caelapene pilots, while exhilarated at their luck in facing clearly poorly trained enemies, grimaced as they spun and put their Rafales into a nose-up ascent, hoping to trick the inexperienced Typhoon pilots into following them further into the sky. A missile struck the second Caelapene jet, which disintegrated as soon as he had ejected.

"Fuck this." said the lead pilot. He ran up his engines to full afterburner, did a barrel roll and then flew on an intersect course with the last plane.

After a brutal snowstorm, the sun shone over the horizon. White sparkles surronded the assembly like a palace of crystal. It was the perfect painting to be hanged on a wooden surface, had it not displayed its military occupants. Troops in their winter uniforms and vehicles of all shapes and sizes gathered around an ex-abandoned airfield, which was recently activated.

If the locals were present, cheers would've echoed down the plain. Most Fedorians recongnized the banner flying over the base, a huge black flag with a gigantic blue four. The 4th "Big Blue Four" Division was preparing to enter conflict once again, the same as its fore-fathers once done in the past. Instead of black powder muskets and horse cavarly, this new generation of the division carries assault rifles and mechanical vehicles.

Private Daniel Ehrlichmann was a normal kid, entering the army at the age of 19. His parents were furious with his decision, wanting Daniel to pursue a medical career. However, when Daniel graduated from Basic Training, his parents had a change of heart and praised him for not listening to their demands, his father especially. His job assignment was indeed exciting, being the primary MG3 gunner in the squad. In his left pocket, a love letter from his sweetheart has a weight of its own. It stated that their future child would be a healthy son and that she will be praying for his safe return. The night before, most of his time was spent at a church, praying silently to Jesus and God. Even his comrades could sight his redness from tears.

A loud booming voice entered the air. "KILO COMPANY! ATTENTION!"

All the soliders sitting on packs stood at attention, many faces pale from the cold. Another command followed and all soldiers, including Daniel, latched battlegear onto themselves. Their G3A3 assault rifles are slinged over their shoulders and helmets on their heads. Private Daniel looked over to his squad leader, whose quiet face beamed over the masses. Despite his best training, Daniel's heart was racing like if he just completed a 3-mile run.

Someone's hand patted his left shoulder. "Don't worry about it man," a familiar voice said, "the more you just don't think about it, the more it doesn't seem bad." Corporal Cindell eased Daniel's mind and the young private inhaled cold air into his lungs.

After a few minutes, the entire company was in column, ready to enter their C-130 aircraft. A unique difference between modern armies and Fedorian's, there is still standard bearers and musicians in all formations, unless the unit is expected to engage in combat. Private Daniel was behind the standard bearer of the Fedorian colors. Up ahead, the company CO lead the formation, his ceremonial sword shining in the winter sun. When the drums rolled, the CO yelled, "KILO COMPANY! FORWARD....MARCH!" The musicians drums and bagpipes soon began to play divisional battle song; to a certain degree, he could even hear a few soldiers humming to the tune. The 4th Infantry Division has been known to have a magnificent espirit de corps, one that Private Daniel is proud to be a part of.

Later, when the Company were inside the C-130s, Daniel heard the roar of the engines outside. A puny vibration shook the compartment, but not to uncomfortable levels. Finally, the C-130 accelerated foward. Daniel Ehrlichmann remembered one phrase from Ancient Roman history, which perfectly suited his mood. His whisper could almost be heard by his entire section.

"Hail Ceaser. We who are about to die, salute you."

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As the same time as the 4th Infantry Division were on their way to their checkpoint, the 1st FCN Fleet was soon under-way to Checkpoint Echo, a midway point where the large "marine" carriers will recieve the C-130s and refit the Division for operations. The battlefleet consists of the following:

1 Jager Class Fleet Aircraft Carrier (similiar to the Enterprise Class)
5 Kaiser Trodent Class Marine Carriers (Large carriers used for both helicopter operations and transport aircraft drop-offs)
10 Confederacy Class Destroyers
15 Pike Class Frigates
20 other auxiliary craft
8 Amphibious Landing Craft

The Aircraft Carrier complement:
30 Blackburn Buccaneer Strike Aircraft
30 Panavia Tornado ADV Fighter Aircraft
4 E-2C Hawkeyes
10 Bell 212 Helicopters, which can double as ASW Helicopters

Virticon City, Antartika

Malthus walked down the long red carpeted hallway, followed closely by several of his highest military advisors, Commissar Davis and Grand Marshall's Velspar and Arkan among them. The men, all clad in their black military dress looked as if they were coming from some sort of Royal Ball, which perhaps they were. But that was all irrelevant, as the men clearly had important work to do.

Lightening flashed through the thick windows of the cooridor, illuminating the dark corners of the mysterious hall, shadows of snow flakes casting themselves on the walls. As Malthus approached the great gold trimmed mahogeny doors he placed his hands upon each and pushed them open, entering a room which had sat vacant for eighteen years... since he left for the wastes. "Where is Marshall Re`Dok?", questioned Malthus as he surveyed the room, seemingly comparing the image before him to some sort of memory. Everything was exactly as he had left it.

"I am not sure sire... he last reported in Scolar.", replied Grand Marshall Velspar as he stood at attention. "He won't be making it... bastard should have left earlier.", Malthus, a stern look on his face continued into the room, the lights coming on as he did so. "What is status of the situation in British Londinium?", demanded the Lord Protector as he overlooked the papers on his desk, many of them long out of date. "The Southern Provinces have revolted from their socialist counterpart to the north... they seek to establish a more capitalist institution.", spoke the Commissar as he looked out of the window at the snow covered courtyard below. "I care not for their economic preference... this is exactly the opportunity we have been waiting for. We must make our presence known... where are our closest forces?" One of the various Generals in the room glanced over a stack of papers in his hands, "Hexon sir... Marshall Horn is in command of a rather small force... he has been requesting transfer off of the island for some months."

Malthus smiled, the pieces coming together in his head. "Then we shall grant his request... tell him his new station shall be in British Londinium."

Victorian Sea, 300km's East of Glascovia

"Marshall Horn, naval assets are in position, we have range on the Londinian Fleet.", the radio transmission crackled through, Admiral Jorrin on the other end. Horn smiled, picking up the radio and replying. "Authorization granted Admiral... commence the attack."

The fleet sat well out of range of any guns, and if Jorrin had his way, that is how it would stay. He had no desire to risk his Super Dreadnoughts in open combat with those of the Londinian Navy. According to satellite data, they were already locked in combat with the Cnian Fleet, though clearly dominating the waters, it was certainly enough to distract the Londinians.

Kroandon 7th Fleet
x2 Overlord Trimaran Super Dreadnaught
(http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10405348&postcount=2059)x2 Tanker Class MBS (http://z14.invisionfree.com/Kroando_Tech_Inc/index.php?showtopic=27)
x110 Arleigh Burke class destroyer
x4 Detection Ships
x5 Nimitz Class Carriers (440 Halcon Stealth Fighters)
x25 Tenerife SSBN

The fleet sat silent, eirily so as the massive SuperDreadnoughts and Tanker Class' simply floated, not a sound in the air. None spoke. No noises were made. The vessels just rocked back and forth in the Victorian Waves. The silence lasted what seemed like hours as the sun set came over the thousands of Kroandons sitting aboard the vessels, anxious for the battle which was to come. However it was not to be like the days of old, where the thousands of men would all pitch in, each firing his own weapon.

It began with a button. A small, black, button. It unleashed 1,000 Anti-Shipping missiles from the first of the two Tanker Class Missile ships. The second button unleashed 1,000 more missiles... each vessel still having 200 missiles in their VLS tubes to fire at a moments notice. However there were more buttons, as the Super Dreadnoughts unleashed volleys of Anti-Shipping Missiles, 500 Firestorm Anti-Shipping Missiles from each of the two massive behemoths, totalling another 1,000 missiles. Additionally there were some 200 Anti-Shipping Missiles coming from the various destroyers and Nimitz's. These missiles were all unleashed within four minutes... 3,200 Anti-Shipping Missiles sailing at supersonic speeds at the Londinian Fleet so many hundreds of kilometers away.

Communique to Federate Command

The Imperial Coalition of Kroando is behind you. We shall be aiding you quite noticably in coming weeks... rest assured in this.

[END]

As the intensity of the battle grew the attention to the RADARs lessened. Every crew member new the large ships couldn't turn fast enough to dodge any torpedoes, all attention was focused on the CIWs that had been attached to most ships in the fleet. The CIWs were effective in destroying many of the incoming missiles, but torpedoes had caused a damage all themselves. The fighters in the air had lost sixteen Harriers, sixty-eight F/A-18 Hornets, and fifty-one other airplanes that had been launched in the sky. Due to the split efforts of the Londinian pilots, plus the incredibly trained Cnian airforce that had more problems landing on a carrier then evading an incoming missiles. (Cnian Airforce Pilots are almost never under 25 yo's and they are bred from the age of 11 (when they are official enlisted) either by choice or their parent's decision.)

The 4th Cnian Naval Armada was coming up quick, but it would still be some time till they arrived there. The 17th/18th Fleet retreated back probably another fifty kilometers away from were they were before the bombardment, continued their sail out of the war zone, perhaps to re-engage the enemy fleet another time. The highly-trained and semi-experienced pilots (if you call war games experience) moved into cannon-range of the enemy pilots, this kept the threat of any sea-to-air or surface-to-air missiles from being launched at them without equal risk of shooting down a fellow aircraft from their nation. Even though out-numbered it didn't matter in this hell-hole that the thousands of planes collided in, only one fighter could be on your six at a time, and the super-trained pilots would show their metal in the 'bowl' as it's called in air force terms.


[11] Airleigh Burke-Class Destroyers (8 Destroyed, 3 Damaged)
[7] Seawolf-Class Submarines (7 Destroyed)
[18] Iowa-Class Battleships (11 Damaged, 7 Destroyed)
[2] Kittyhawk-Class Carriers (Both Damaged)
[1] Nimitz-Class SuperCarrier (Damaged)
[12] Ivan Rogov-Large Landing Craft (8 Destroyed, 4 Damaged)


{{OOC: I asked my friend and he said this was acceptable.}}

Invercargill Harbor

As the missiles streaked for the Caelapene fleet, the six La Fayette-class frigates turned and quickly obtained firing solutions for the incoming missiles. Firing solutions obtained, the frigates returned fire, filling the air with fifty Crotale CN2 anti-missile missiles. Similarly, the ten Caelapene Ticonderoga cruisers fired their banks of Sea Sparrow missiles and Phalanx systems. The quick action of the ships' crews was not enough to save the entire fleet, however, as a number of remaining missiles slammed into the numerious Georges Leygues-class destroyers, taking seven of them out of the fight. As the destroyers went up in flames, the Ticonderoga-class cruisers moved toward the front of the fleet, bombarding the positions of all known missile launches with their powerful five-inch Mark 45 cannons, putting hundreds of rounds into the air in a matter of seconds.

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Skies over British Londinium

As the lone Caelapene pilot reached the apex of his climb and began to stall, he pointed the plane toward the Invercargill Harbor and the relative safety of the Caelapene fleet. As he dove uncontrollably, he tried to steady the craft enough to get into the Caelapene point-defense shield.

OOC: BL, can you make an IC post telling my Air Wing where you need them?

-snip-

Capizzi, the Commonwealth
16 Floréal 2014

A particularly cold gust of wind swirled over the streets of Capizzi, the latest area liberated and reincorporated into the Commonwealth. Columns of infantrymen marched down the A29 through the city, their weapons slung around their shoulders, their orange transphase aluminum helmet masks glistening in the morning sun.

Dr Elliot Carnifex Crompton, Minister of War for the Commonwealth, rode in an armoured Land Rover ahead of the intimidating military parade, surveying the city. It was an ironic twist that his cognomina, or the name used by Londinians to express comradeship (but not close friendship or love - the first name was used for this) meant 'executioner' in Latin. His eye was particularly drawn to the burning Federate flags that quivered in the wind, but even more so to the downtrodden faces that looked on sullenly. He could not determine if their depression was a result of the Londinian recapture or of the revolution that led them to betray both crown and consul, only to have its new leader destroy the ideals that the Federate stood for. Despite his scorn for the rebels, it was undeniable to the War Minister that they revolted for vaguely reasonable objectives, and were, at any rate, impassioned about their capitalism. But enough with his musings regarding politics - Crompton, despite being a member of the Senate, had a job to do, and that was crush some rebels.

"Ms O'Keefe," the War Minister said to the field marshal sitting next to him, "Since this conquest was so remarkably easy, I doubt you will have any problems moving your forces south towards Fenegro."

"Of course not, Minister," O'Keefe replied calmly. "We'll start moving immediately once Kensington dispatches some light infantry to secure the area."

"Once Fenegro is ours, distribute your troops along the arteriaroutes linking Invercargill and Queensfery, which seems to be the primary military installation of the Federate," the War Minister ordered. "It is imperative that we starve the city into submission. Now, while we wait for those reinforcements, how about you and I..."

"With utmost pleasure, sir," the field marshal said seductively, starting to take off her uniform jacket.

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Argyll

The Federate area-denial systems had little effect on the infantryman, who was completely enclosed in tungsten disulfide nanocomposite armour, a breathable NBC skinsuit with interwoven Kevlar and Dyneema fibers, and a head-enclosing CACE (Commonwealth Advanced Combat Equipment) helmet. The support staff, however, were not so fortunate, and the technicians and engineers maintaining the powerful artillery systems were soon enveloped in a cacophony of pain, as if a particular powerful lightbulb had been pressed into their flesh.

Even with out the artillery, the ground forces continued to target IFV and tank alike, firing anti-armour missiles like there was no tomorrow, as snipers and machine gun nests fired slews of bullets at platoons of Federate soldiers, confused and lost in the devastated urban jungle.

Open Declaration

The Sabaen Federation hereby surrenders unconditionally to the Londinian Commonwealth. Our people have turned against us and we cannot fight further.

Open Declaration

The Sabaen Federation hereby surrenders unconditionally to the Londinian Commonwealth. Our people have turned against us and we cannot fight further.

{{OOC: Well, thank you for wasting my time.}}

Buddha C pulls out of British Londinium.

[OOC: I'm going to assume that the gunners at Invercargill also stood down, Akimonad - if that's not the case, let me know and I'll retcon this post]

Invercargill Harbor

Upon receiving word of the Federate surrender, the Caelapene Foudre-class landing platforms sailed under protection from the remaining ships in the Caelapene fleet toward the Invercargill docks. After docking, Caelapene soldiers opened hatches on the sides of the ships and fanned out, forming a defensive perimeter around the pier in the event that there happened to be Federates about who were not so ready to stand down. Behind them, hundreds of VABs - French APCs - drove out into the streets, flying both Caelapene and Londinian colours. The Aeronavy quickly shut down roads near the harbor to maintain order and allow the rest of the soldiers to disembark without fear of attack. VBL reconnaissance vehicles followed, extending the Caelapene patrols further into the city as they searched for remaining armed resisters or surrendering Federate soldiers. Finally, as if to solidify the removal of Federate control over Invercargill, a group of Leclerc battle tanks rolled into the city, proudly flying the Caelapene and Londinian flags in tandem.

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Official Communiqué - Federation of Caelapes - Ministry of Defense and National Security

To the Londinian War Ministry:

Invercargill is ours. We shall hold the city until the Federate surrender is confirmed and completed or until you wish us gone.

Dum spiramus tuebimur.

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The Rt. Hon. Richard Whitney, MP
Prime Minister, Federation of Caelapes

The Hon. Davide Roussimoff, MP
Minister for Foreign Affairs, Federation of Caelapes

The Hon. James Broadmoor, MP
Minister for Defense and National Security, Federation of Caelapes

Angry and betrayed by their compatriots, the East Vetalians disbanded their militia, returned to their homes, and proceeded left the South in droves, relocating their businesses and money to the North at startling speed. If their neighbors would not support their common cause, they saw no reason to continue to provide their services to the community that betrayed them. The South's economy would suffer even more than it previously had now that a major source of skilled labor and capital was being dismantled and moved north.

Over the coming months, the Vetalian population in the north would more than double, with almost all of the 1.3 million expatriates living in the Trivolzio-St. Andrews-Decapolis triangle within a few years. However, the sudden end to the conflict had a positive outcome in that it spared the Vetalians from fighting each other, an event which would have undoubtedly rekindled the ancient divisions between East and West and which would have likely resulted in blood back in Vetalia.

[OOC: I'm going to assume that the gunners at Invercargill also stood down, Akimonad - if that's not the case, let me know and I'll retcon this post]

Yeah, everyone stood down.

Kingston (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ee/LouisvilleNightSkyline2-small.jpg), the Commonwealth
19 Floréal 2014
2200 hours

Consul Davidson walked slowly in front the of Federate on top of one of the city's skyscrapers. Her shoes made an ominous clack as she paced back and forth on the roof. Jacob Duckly, ex-leader of the short-lived Sabæan Federate, looked nervously at both the pacing consul and the squad of executioners pointing their assault rifles at him. The consul appreciated the irony of forcing this man to wear his dress uniform at his execution. Flavia would prefer to kill him herself, this traitors who worked to destroy the Commonwealth she lived to serve, but, of course, that would be horribly unbecoming.

"Mr Duckly, I am most disappointed in you," the consul said coldly. "Hardly two weeks of combat before you surrendered. Of course, your defeat was inevitable - but I must say that I expected a more prolonged battle."

"Quislé," Jacob spat, his inhibitions gone knowing his imminent execution. "You think you've preserved something, you whore, but all you've done is destroy what this whole country is bloody based on."

"Interesting comment from a condemned man, Mr Duckly," Flavia growled, attempting to restrain herself. "Normally I'd have you arrested for this...but it'd be rather pointless in this situation." She laughed softly. "What were trying to do, Mr Duckly? Bring back the days of Swanner? Were blendings of men, women, children a good thing to your depraved mind?"

Jacob remained silent, simply glaring at the consul sullenly.

"I shall take your silence to mean consent. Now, I would blend you just to teach you a lesson, Mr Duckly, but I, unlike you, have morals. And since you don't seem to be in a conversational mode, I suggest we proceed forward," Flavia declared, withdrawing a slim PDA from her pocket. She tapped a few buttons to pull up a document and began reading from it. "Jacob Rufus Duckly, LLM, BSc, you have been found guilty of the following charges by special tribunal: one count of treason, one count of subversion, twelve counts of homicide, and nine hundred and twelve counts of manslaughter. Do you have any last words before your demise?"

"Fuck you," Duckly said bitterly. "Fuck you and your party."

The consul stepped back a few paces. With a nod, she ordered that the firing squad begin their work. Twelve soldiers, with assault rifles loaded with clips of incendiary bullets, opened fire, perforating Duckly's skull with lead and white phosphorous. In the dark veil of night, the glow of the white phosphorous through the points of entry made a horrifying mental image, even for someone as cold as Flavia Davidson. The force of the projectiles sent Duckly's body tumbling off the edge of the roof. With a vaguely satisfying thud, the corpse of the Federate president slammed into the concrete street below, surrounding by a pool of his own blood. Even from the top of the edifice, the consul could still see the glow of the phosphorous burning through Duckly's skull.

The Fifth Civil War, at any rate, had finally come to an end.