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XVIII Convoy Escort Group, Approaching Northern Nova Europa

Following the announcement of an alliance between the Imperium Doomanum and the Holy Reich of The PeoplesFreedom, a Doomani convoy had been dispatched towards TPF waters. They carried a precious cargo; before the alliance had officially been announced, there had been some backroom deals between the two ruling parties regarding the basing of certain deadly weapons in TPF territory.

However, shortly after the announcement, the World Soviet Party had announced that it would blockade the Baltic Sea and prevent any Doomani vessels from entering. Having anticipated foreign hostility in this regard, Imperator Maximus III had ordered that the convoy maintain a sturdy escort group. In this case, the thirty plus superfreighters were defended by a carrier squadron and their assorted escorts, in addition to the vaunted super dreadnaught Remus, a veteran of the Freekish and Questarian wars.

Talks between the Reich and Imperium had already secured a sizable contingent of TPF ships to meet the convoy and further bolster its defenses. It was hoped that the combined weight of the escorting forces as well as the political clout of the Reich within Nova Europa would stave off any potentially violent consequences of the fleet's arrival in the region. However, such things were unpredictable in the grand scheme of things; there was bound to be some maniac that would try to throw a wrench in Caesar's grand strategem.

Listening Station "Alpha",
St. John Du Caen,
The World Soviet Party

Alpha Station was one of the busiest location in The World Soviet Party, as it was the home of the Naval Headquarters and both fleets and, being the only city big enough to be near the sea, it was also tasked with the job of monitoring shipping going into and out of the Baltic Sea.

That said, this also meant it had the most technologically advanced equipment avaliable, as well as a rather large work-force. As a matter of fact, it was commanded directly by the Armed Forces Headquarters in Red City.

Obviously, if the Doomingslanis thought they could get into the Baltic Sea, which had been closed due to the rising NEA-EA tensions, they were in for a surprise, that is, if they failed to notice the mines which had been layed during the previous days, as well as the Task Force sent to protect the entrance.

Still, when the signal was detected, it was decided by High Command that the Doomies deserved a warning and thus the following message was sent:

Official Communique

Doomingslani Fleet and Escorts,

You are entering a restricted area belonging to the World Soviet Party, consider this a warning, should you proceed with your unlawful invasion, we will be forced to take action.

Not taking any chances, dozens of coastal batteries sporting 500mm guns, Khans and several thousands AShMs turned to face the incoming convoy, several Air Force bases went into high alert, preparing to go into the line of fire at a moment's notice. If anything, the outnumbered Soviet Fleet would have the advantage of good support.

In The Ocean
There was a storm out, the lighting and rain smashed against hulls and ships, hundreds of them. It was not too bad of a storm, the winds were not high enough to sweep aircraft off ships, even if most of them were airborne. The Normany Freedom Class Command Battleship, was the leader of this combined fleet. Their job was simple enough. Ensure that the Doomani ships got to TPF at all costs. To this end, they had over twenty-five fleet carriers, to say nothing for the escort carriers, destroyers, submarines, cruisers and the like. They were within sixty miles of the Doomani convoy now, they would tread carefully from now on. Nearly all aircraft would be launched in case TWSP got hostile. Mogami Class crusiers and air defense frigates and destroyers stood ready to intercept TWSP missiles, to say nothing of the orbitals above and of the land-based missiles.

Saint Peters Mountain Complex
" Moving to coordinates five-niner-delta-charlie." The orbital reacted immediately to the command, activating its thrusters and spiraling towards TWSP. TPF had expected TWSP to not like their deal, and to that end they had moved orbitals so they would be within range to move to TWSP. Now they were doing just that. Dozens of god-rod orbitals were moving into position along the coastline and above military installations. If TWSP fired, the god-rods would make sure they could not follow up with anymore strikes.

" Scramble, Scramble!" Hundreds of men scrambled from their bunks or card games, or their porn or their smokes, and they dashed for their aircraft. " Defcom 1! Defcom 1!" The announcer and klaxon's blared. Captain James Doson strapped himself into the Sariel, and with his co-pilot, he began to double check instruments. He was being loaded with a Alpha load-out, a conventional load-out. Him and 300 other Sariels would go in and destroy TWSP installations if they were assaulted. The other Sariels however, were getting the Omega load-out. Nuclear bombs and missiles.

If TWSP wanted a war, they'd get it.

NID Remus

"Sir, incoming transmission," reported the communications officer in the CIC. Admiral Dio (brother of the famed Admiral Dio who, commanding Classis Mediterranea, had razed the city of Barcelona to the ground and forced the surrender of over two million Jarridian soldiers) took the slip of paper from the officer and read it.

His face like a statue, he bellowed, "Looks like the commies will fight, then. Battle stations," claxons immediately sounded at those two words.

Sailors scurried to and fro about the mighty super dreadnaught, taking up their action stations and preparing for the coming exchange of firepower. "Send a response," he growled.

TO: TWSP SHORE COMMAND
FROM: ADMIRAL P. VARINUS DIO, CO XVIII CONVOY ESCORT GROUP
RE: WARNING

ATTENTION,
WE SAIL IN INTERNATIONAL WATERS
ANY ACTION AGAINST IMPERIAL PROPERTY
SHALL BE CONSIDERED AN ACT OF WAR
CEASE AND DESIST IMMEDIATELY
---END TRANSMISSION---

The convoy steamed forward. The Remus spearheaded the group, surrounded by a web of destroyers, cruisers, frigates, and even a few submarines. They would be within what TWSP was claiming to be their waters in a matter of minutes; the Doomani actualy considered the waters to be in international waters, as they were technically skirting by unclaimed territory...

OOC: Can I help TWSP? I buy a lot from his store, and we're both socialists.

The People's Ship "Glorious December",
Davidson-class Superdreadnought

Admiral Roskovsky observed the huge fleet befote him, he sighed, this was not the first time he had been heavily outnumbered and outgunned, indeed, just a few years ago, he had almost been captured by the Clandonians when they attacked his frigate, the Zhukov, a slip he remember most fondly for having sunk two Clandonian destroyers in retaliation.

The radio was starting to broadcast Strauss’s “Blue Danube”, one of his favourite pieces of classical music, most fitting for the “waltz” that was about to take place.

He turned to face his Second in Command, who was waiting behind him ready to take his orders.

“Order the fleet to form a chain to impede the Doomani fleet from passing; I want no shots fired yet, if someone start’s a war, it’s going to be them, not us.”

The XO took note, scratched his head with a pencil and replied

“Or the TPF’ians, for that matter, their fleet is even bigger than the Doomani’s, and sir, you know we are all going to die if we try and fight this… horde.”

The Admiral pondered this question, certainly an interesting one, yes, he was certain that they would all die, but if their deaths meant no foreign influence would taint Nova Europa, then he was sure it was a worthy sacrifice.

“Sir, shall I tell the men to get ready?”

“Go, report to High Command that we are going to need as much support as we can get from the mainland, F-28s, F-22s, A-10s, B-22s, whatever they can spare.”

“Aye aye sir”

Roskovsky turned again to watch the seas, a storm was coming, just one of the smaller problems he was facing today.

Kaiser Baker was hearing this exchange occur on a Communications Array within Imperial Palace. His jaw dropped at the thought of it and as information flowed in from Intelligence Officers and other sources, he muttered a quiet, but still audiable, "Oh shit."

The Silver Throne Room
The Grand Palace
Dentar Prime

A messenger dashed into the massive audience hall, and knelt briefly at the foot of the steps leading up to the daunting Silver Throne, before running forward again, and rapidly giving his message.

"Your Lordship, the Ministry For Foreign Affairs, in conjunction with the International Security Directorate, has identified a potential skirmish in the making. The World Soviet Party & Doomingslani warships are closing with one another in the Baltic Sea. There is a high chance that hostilities will begin."

The Emperor was on his feet in an instant, and replied, "Thank you, Messenger. You may return to your post." He then turned, and entered the adjacent room, barking out, "Get the Chief Commanders in here ASAP!"

Within minutes, the nine Chief Commanders were present. The Emperor immediately and in simple terms outlined the situation. "At present, Doomingslani warships are approaching The World Soviet Party's naval blockade line in the Baltic Sea. We are bound by the Nova Europan Alliance to send aid. Lord Generals Korus, Kellin and Rezzuk, mobilise the 1st and 2nd Imperial Armies immediately, and prepare them for deployment. Fleet Admirals Excen, Tiremis and Zellikun, prepare the 1st Imperial Battlefleet for a full-scale sortie. Air Marshals Lizander, Mazik and Jurrek, prepare all aerial assets for sorties, and deploy Meteor Air Command's assets to the Baltic Sea immediately. Bombers, fighters, the works." With nods, the nine men turned to their work, and the Emperor turned to his Message Terminal.

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Encrypted Message
TO: The World Soviet Party High Command
FROM: Emperor Aramius 1st, Dentara
SUBJECT: Request For Passive Assistance Concerning Baltic Sea Situation

To whomsoever recieves this message, greetings in haste. As you are no doubt aware, as I type, a situation in the Baltic Sea has formed, and threatens to plunge the Nova Europan Alliance into all-out conflict. To try and avoid this, I have deployed the full force of the Imperial 2nd Air Fleet, comprising many squadrons of fighter & bomber aircraft, to assist your blockade force. However, due to the length of the flight, we will be sorely limited in combat time. To try and alleviate this, I request that The World Soviet Party Military Airbases and Airfields be made available to my forces for fuel resupply reasons, so as to increase active flight time.

Emperor Aramius 1st.

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Within a matter of minutes, Meteor Air Command had become a hive of activity. Alert fighters were recalled for immediate refuelling, scramble-ready fighters were being taxied out onto the runways, last-minute missile shipments were being delivered, and hundreds of pilots were running to and fro, desperately trying to keep to the hectic schedule the Chief Commanders had issued them.

Inside the Control Tower, Marshal Mikalus Roggen stood amid the Wing Commanders, explaining their orders upon arriving at the situation. "Listen carefully. As you know, the Doomingslani warships are approaching the TWSP blockade line, with possible hostile intent. Your orders are as follows. First, you are to proceed to Waypoint Alpha. There, your squadrons will be topped up by the 7th and 8th Refuelling Air Group. You will then proceed at cruising speed to Waypoint Beta; upon arrival, you will change course due east, to Waypoint Charlie; this waypoint marks the situation zone."

"On arrival to the situation zone, fighter squadrons will form a screen ahead of the bomber squadrons. By this time, The World Soviet Party 'should' have informed you as to the updated situation. If hostilities have commenced, fighters will clear the way for the bomber squadrons, which will immediately engage all Doomingslani warships; freighters are NOT to be targeted. If hostilities have not commenced, you are to engage in an orbital flight pattern over the TWSP blockade line, until such time as active flight time reaches +1 minute. You will then proceed home via Waypoints Charlie, Beta, Alpha, unless we can secure permissions to land your squadrons in TWSP territory. If that is confirmed, active flight time will be increased; work with TWSP Air Controllers. Alright, move it out!"

The Wing Commanders split, heading for their respective aircraft, and within ten minutes, the massive armada of aircraft began taking off from the multitude of airstrips of Meteor Air Command.

Watching from the Control Tower, Mikalus shook his head slowly. "Those poor Doomingslani... they have no idea what's coming their way..."

"...So we have three, maybe four fleets in a standoff in the Baltic," Robert Norris, Trivalvia's Foreign Minister, said, finishing up his report on the situation to William MacKenzie.

The President of Trivalvia leaned back in his office chair, and pinched the bridge of his nose, as if to block the headache he knew would come from this. "And you say the Dentarans have actually invoked NEA authority?"

"Yes sir... To my knowledge, they never attended the Second Conference, did they?"

"No, they didn't." MacKenzie groaned, then turned to his aide. "Samantha, we will need a special meeting of the NEA Security Council to determine a course of action. I'd like a teleconference with all current heads of state within the hour."

"I'll set it up, sir."

Norris asked, "And what should I do, sir?"

"Nothing," MacKenzie said firmly. "Your only response should reporters ask is that 'Trivalvia is consulting with its allies and investigating all options.' You will not open us up to ridicule like the last time."

Special Communique to All Current NEA Members

Trivalvia requests a secure teleconference to discuss the current Doomani/TPF/TWSP crisis developing within the Baltic.

We must also confirm whether Dentara is still a member of the NEA as they have invoked NEA authority with regards to said NEA crisis. While Trivalvia would be pleased to have another nation join our ranks, we feel that all member nations should be consulted before deciding on how to act on Dentara's statements.

Prime Minister's Office, National Assembly Building, Sandya

Darren Renner was startled out of his work by the ring of his secure telephone, buried somewhere beneath the piles of election papers on his desk. Fishing it out, he pressed the receive button and heard his foreign secretary's voice on the line.

"Darren, we have a problem. You remember the briefing my office gave you on the TPF - Doomani alliance?"

"Yes, what's happened?"

He heard the other man snap at an underling before replying. "The Soviets have stopped, or are trying to stop a Doomani convoy headed into the Baltic. It's a standoff and the Doomani are well armed. TPF is deploying massive forces into the area to pressure TWSP."

"And?"

"Dentara appears to be coming to their aid, for what that's worth. I don't think the Soviets will back down on this. We've detected strategic buildups in TPF from our satellites and whatever I.I. have on the ground there, looks like these guys are prepared for a war."

"The Soviets will give them hell, TPF might be strong but they can't fight Nova Europa alone. Who of the Eastern Powers is going to help them with a war they themselves started?"

"My thoughts too, sir. President MacKenzie wants an immediate teleconference with the NEA nations."

"Well, let's not keep him waiting then, I'll attend it in Conference Room B."

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Two minutes later, Prime Minister Renner was sitting in front of the camera with technicians bustling around him and an MOD aide briefing him on the details of the situation. Without warning, an image of his Trivalvian counterpart appeared on the screen. Waving the others away, Darren Renner addressed the camera directly.

"Good day, President MacKenzie. I've just been briefed on the Baltic situation, let me assure you I'm very concerned..."

Prince Jacob sat in silence at his desk, staring blankly at the sheet of paper in front of him. Doomingsland... The World Soviet Party... The PeoplesFreedom... Nova Europa...the Eastern Powers... kept playing through his head. All that preparation, all those precautions, had amounted to nothing. Nearly immediately after the Nova Europa Alliance was formed, the Eastern Powers was founded by the Wanderjarians. They had promised that they would not cause Nova Europa to dissolve into war, but what good had that done? None at all. The PeoplesFreedom eagerly declared an alliance with Doomingsland, and that's where everything got screwed over.

"Sire?" Chang Hu, the Prince's advisor said, breaking the silence and bringing the prince back out of his state. "I've already taken the liberty of putting the naton on high alert. We only await your command."

The prince sighed. One word and he could either doom Siriusa or save it.

"Let's not act rashly," he finally said. "Let us offer whatever kind of aid we can to our allies who are directly involved in the conflict. There is no point in spilling Siriusan blood unless there is war. For now, we shall offer support and pray for the best."

"As you wish..."

OOC: Is this conflict no-nukes? I think it probably should be, nukes are a great way to ruin a potentially good RP.

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Encrypted Message
TO: The World Soviet Party High Command
FROM: Emperor Aramius 1st, Dentara
SUBJECT: Request For Passive Assistance Concerning Baltic Sea Situation

To whomsoever recieves this message, greetings in haste. As you are no doubt aware, as I type, a situation in the Baltic Sea has formed, and threatens to plunge the Nova Europan Alliance into all-out conflict. To try and avoid this, I have deployed the full force of the Imperial 2nd Air Fleet, comprising many squadrons of fighter & bomber aircraft, to assist your blockade force. However, due to the length of the flight, we will be sorely limited in combat time. To try and alleviate this, I request that The World Soviet Party Military Airbases and Airfields be made available to my forces for fuel resupply reasons, so as to increase active flight time.

Emperor Aramius 1st.

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TO:[/B] Emperor Aramius 1st, Dentara
FROM: Alexander Nevskij, Minister for Foreign Affairs, The World Soviet Party
SUBJECT: Request For Passive Assistance Concerning Baltic Sea Situation

Of course, your flights are being cleared as we speak, I must request however, that you dont attack neither the Doomanis or the TPF'ians unless they are shown to be the first aggressors.


Special Communique to All Current NEA Members

Trivalvia requests a secure teleconference to discuss the current Doomani/TPF/TWSP crisis developing within the Baltic.

We must also confirm whether Dentara is still a member of the NEA as they have invoked NEA authority with regards to said NEA crisis. While Trivalvia would be pleased to have another nation join our ranks, we feel that all member nations should be consulted before deciding on how to act on Dentara's statements.

Official Communique

Due to the the President having a rather busy schedule as of today, he will be unable of attending this tele-conference, the Minister for Foreign Affairs will be taking his place.

Special Communique to All Current NEA Members

Trivalvia requests a secure teleconference to discuss the current Doomani/TPF/TWSP crisis developing within the Baltic.

We must also confirm whether Dentara is still a member of the NEA as they have invoked NEA authority with regards to said NEA crisis. While Trivalvia would be pleased to have another nation join our ranks, we feel that all member nations should be consulted before deciding on how to act on Dentara's statements.

Siriusa will send a delegate to the meeting. However, both Prince Jacob and Advisor Hu will ve unavailable. In their place we will be sending Hu's daughter, Cindy Lou Hu from the Siriusan Parliament.

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Novacom Diplomatic Directive

From: Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus
To: The World Soviet Party

We Condemn these irresponsible acts by the purported innocent state of The World Soviet Party and issue a formal declaration of our displeasure into the proactive methods taken against trade, as such all Trade relations with said state have been severed, and embargo directed against all products by this irresponsible nation, the situation will be rectified swiftly, else War shall come about.

Signed,
Foreign Minister Hugoro Sarestus
The Message is signed in an indecipherable language, probably Novan

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"Vistakal Haioforignen, Report" Mutterama requested sleekly his arms clasped behind his back his back straight his tunic flowing and his gaze fixed on some unfathomable point out on the horizon over the vast expanse of the Command ship, out beyond the VLSS Tubes, past the Landing Pads, and far over the network of Transmitters and Relay Obelisks, past the many defence turrets and the runways and take off stations, to the unknown continent, to the impending storm Kashizrions stood to attention at station keeping atop platforms onboard the massive vessel, crystalline data matrixes shimmered with data, strobing across corridors in a lattice of knowledge, a hive of activity as Soldiers in full Battle Dress strode down the corridors at brisk attention, Mechnicians worked around the clock ensuring the Quentak Squadrons were going to be operational in time, the word was not yet given, yet obeyed the word was, the vessel and it’s clutch of vessels were preparing in a typical Novan style, a Highly efficient rapid frenzy Pilots drilled and Artven Enforcers went through their routines,

Data cascaded all around the Command Nexus, pouring from the emitters onto a mapping table coalescing into a three dimensional map, every single detail was annotated in staggering detail, in a typical meticulous Novan manner, The Itzerican smiled as he observed the sight and saw that it was good, for the fleet was nigh ready, “Is my flagship ready?” he uttered the words hanging in the expectant air, the words had meaning, and so it would be remembered, for the glimmer in the eye of the Itzerican was legendary, as was the man himself, his youthful features bore the smile of a subtle confidence of a hunter knowing the prey is near, and that it is vulnerable, the Vistakal stood to stiff attention and strode over to Mutterama his face plain and honest his eyes shaded by the brim of his cap, and his uniform billowing with each stride, his badge of rank emblazoned upon his shoulder as was usual, and the four armed star of Novacom embraced his left breast over the heart, blood red piping cloth black as night, melding with the crisp and clean surrounds of the bridge, not a step did his confident strides make, as he drew level with the Novan Military Commander, the Itzerican. “Itzerican, the Quoxharmetelnis is at your command!” The Word was given, and the Itzerican smiled. The Battle Fleet was a rare sight, as was much Novan out of their enigmatic home isles, yet a sight rightly feared, the Novans escapades were all to Lethal to any who dared cross their path, who interfered in their unfathomable goal, those who interfered with their ineffable desire.

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Novacom Diplomatic Directive

From: Defence Minister Izalian Jhanhus
To: Doomingsland

The present situation is of Concern to us, as fitting I have dispatched Itzerican Mutterama Soigan and an attendant task force, to the vicinity to act should the situation deteriorate and assist your forces, they shall not be allowed to interfere with your undertaking, They shall not stand before the combined might of our Alliance

Signed,
Defence Minister Izalian Jhanhus
The Message is signed in an indecipherable language, probably Novan

NID Remus

No response was recieved from the Soviets. Instead, it appeared that they were maneuvering their ships to block the advance of the Doomani fleet. There was always a way around that without having to resort to gunfire of course. Dio studied the situation for but a moment before issueing the order that would severely alter the course of the current situation,

"RAMMING SPEED!" he barked, prompting his helmsman to slam the throttle all the way forward.

This order was passed down towards the warships in the convoy's spearhead; suddenly, a vast wall of steel was headed straight towards the picket of Soviet ships. Formed into a relatively tighly concentrated wedge for this maneuver , they wouldn't have much difficulty in forcing their way through the comparitively thinner line of Soviet ships in their sector, allowing for the rest of the convoy to move through unimpeded.

Finding their target in the enemy line, the wedge surged forward. Spearheading the group was the Remus, her guns trained on the Glorious December while moving to smash into a Soviet destroyer and force her way through the blockade. She was flanked on either side by Ajax-class battleships, Apostle-class heavy and Acolyte-class light cruisers, who would make sure to slam into lighter enemy ships.

The formation had made sure to head for a comparitively lighter section of the enemy picket line: they would not purposely move towards a battleship or dreadnaught, instead choosing smaller game to make sure they could get through without any difficulty. The crews of these ships braced for impact; if the Soviets decided to yield the way towards the onrushing Doomani, they would not alter course to pursue and instead simply allow the Soviets to open up. If, however, the Soviets stood their ground, the Doomani had orders to smash into the enemy ships. As such, the crews and Marines also prepared for a possible boarding action in the event things went completely south when that happened.

Meanwhile, the combat air patrol above the rest of the convoy remained vigilant; they wouldn't allow the communist adversary to gain air superiority if they so attempted to.

TPFS Normandy
" Sir, it has begun. Doomani ships have rammed past TWSP's blockade and they are now exchanging gunfire. NEA forces are also deploying."
Nodding, Admiral Kreglar started to rapidly send orders. " Keep the Sariel's on hold for now. Deploy fighter squadrons and land-based maritime bombers. I want those ASF- 70's in the air now. The enemy can't hold up to those. Arm the god-rods. As soon as the Soviets fire, I want them dead. Get me the activation codes to those nuclear-tipped SAM's. Order the Sparrow's and naval bombers to form up and head towards the Soviet fleet. Precision fire. Order the fleet into gun range. Ready the VLS tubes." He spoke all of this in a mere ten seconds, and his bridge struugled to keep up with the orders. But they managed to. Above, the warplane's engines flared a bright orange with redish tint, as they accelerated towards the Soviets. They would pay dearly for their transgression. To make things worse for them, the reserves had been called up. TPF would make sure the war was not limited to the sea.

Snip

OOC: Actually no, he hasnt rammed my ships yet, so saying I've already opened hostilities is not true. Nor do you get to say when, why or how anyone opened fire.

NID Remus

No response was recieved from the Soviets. Instead, it appeared that they were maneuvering their ships to block the advance of the Doomani fleet. There was always a way around that without having to resort to gunfire of course. Dio studied the situation for but a moment before issueing the order that would severely alter the course of the current situation,

"RAMMING SPEED!" he barked, prompting his helmsman to slam the throttle all the way forward.

This order was passed down towards the warships in the convoy's spearhead; suddenly, a vast wall of steel was headed straight towards the picket of Soviet ships. Formed into a relatively tighly concentrated wedge for this maneuver , they wouldn't have much difficulty in forcing their way through the comparitively thinner line of Soviet ships in their sector, allowing for the rest of the convoy to move through unimpeded.

Finding their target in the enemy line, the wedge surged forward. Spearheading the group was the Remus, her guns trained on the Glorious December while moving to smash into a Soviet destroyer and force her way through the blockade. She was flanked on either side by Ajax-class battleships, Apostle-class heavy and Acolyte-class light cruisers, who would make sure to slam into lighter enemy ships.

The formation had made sure to head for a comparitively lighter section of the enemy picket line: they would not purposely move towards a battleship or dreadnaught, instead choosing smaller game to make sure they could get through without any difficulty. The crews of these ships braced for impact; if the Soviets decided to yield the way towards the onrushing Doomani, they would not alter course to pursue and instead simply allow the Soviets to open up. If, however, the Soviets stood their ground, the Doomani had orders to smash into the enemy ships. As such, the crews and Marines also prepared for a possible boarding action in the event things went completely south when that happened.

Meanwhile, the combat air patrol above the rest of the convoy remained vigilant; they wouldn't allow the communist adversary to gain air superiority if they so attempted to.

IC:

Admiral Roskovsky cursed under his breath, those damned suicidal maniacs were trying to do an old-school charge... only that they were using ships instead of horses, muttering insults, he gave the order to open up

The Soviets were brave, but not stupid, there was no point in being rolled-over by a Super-Dreadnought, well, maybe you'd get to scratch it's paint-job... but it was still not worth it.

The destroyers opened up, allowing the Doomani fleet to continue forward, into the minefield.

"Mein Kaiser, it has begun," One of the Oberkommando Wehrmacht Officers said, Baker did not notice who. His body visibly shook, and he sighed a breath of sorrow. War, the war he'd hoped would never come, was about to engulf the peaceful continent of Nova Europa. The leader of the nation of Ackistan had once told him that the Wanderjarians would be responsible for the destruction of the continent. And the rise of the Eastern Powers and the eruption of the Nova Europan Cold War, he began to realise that these words may have been prophetic.

"What do you wish us to do, sir?" His Chief of Staff, Grosseadmiral Reinhardt asked calmly. "Your orders can deploy a thousand ships and legions of men to do your bidding with fanaticism unknown to any other nation. Beckon to us, my lord." The Kaiser looked at him wearily.

"Order up the Imperial Army. Have the Nationale Volksarmee mobilise to the southern borders and the Fortress Divisions to the West along the World Soviet Party. He needs to know that while I trust them, I cannot allow the other NEA forces to travel through him which I know they will attempt to do. Have the Luftwaffe prepare patrol flights for fighter and interceptor craft and have all other units on standby in case they're needed. If any NEA aircraft, save WSP airships, come even close to the border and look like they're going to attempt to cross, have the luftwaffe blow them out of the sky. Save the AAA and SAMs until they actually do cross. All other units though, mobilise them. Inform our allies in Maldorians and Tigerlan to do the same, I want their forces to be ready to advance into Naasha and Czechalrus if need be, and Spectare and Qadesh need to be ready to engage Dartia. Don't start anything, but if we're fired upon this thing will need to blow up and I'll be DAMNED," he paused briefly, "If I'm going to let the West get the better of us. Move out gentlemen! The next twelve hours are going to be very interesting!"

OOC: Wanderjar, what's your nation's standing on Siriusa? It might become important in a bit.

OOC: Since I was unsure of the diplomatic standings of the nations of Nova Europa, my fighters have flown around the continent.

The 2nd Imperial Air Force, having sped through Waypoints Alpha & Beta, were screaming in toward the blockade zone from behind the Doomingslani formation, just in time to see the Doomingslani Naval formation charging toward the TWSP blockade line, which was giving way. True to his orders, the lead Wing Commander issued an encrypted radio transmission to the Wings; 'All squadrons, form orbital fighter screen at Angels 20, Bombers, form up into strike groups at Angels 25. If any, I say again, ANY, Doomingslani fighters engage, you are authorised to defend yourself, but do not, repeat, do not, engage Naval elements until hostility confirmed.' He then triggered their heavily encrypted 'Cavalry' message to the TWSP Blockade Line.

TO: TWSP BLOCKADE LINE COMMAND
FROM: 2ND IMPERIAL AIR FORCE

2ND IMPERIAL AIR FORCE, OUT OF DENTARA, HAS ENTERED
SITUATION ZONE. AS PER ORDERS BY IMPERIAL AIR FORCE,
COMMAND AUTHORITY CONCERNING ENGAGEMENT
TRANSFERRED TO YOU. FIGHTER SQUADRONS FORMING AT
ANGELS 20. BOMBER SQUADRONS FORMING AT ANGELS 25.
AWAITING ORDERS.

The transmission sent, the Wing Commander flicked the safeties off his loadout, and climbed to rejoin his formation.

Naashan Forces Command Bunker, somewhere west of Morgur

It was out of the Prime Ministers hands now, things were spiralling towards war and everyone knew that nobody made worse commanders than politicians. He remained Commander in Chief, of course, but there wouldn't be much time for the real tasks of mobilising the forces, better to assign them to a man who didn't have to take calls from allied heads of state every five minutes.

This man was Commander Mark Reven, head of the Naashan Forces and one of the quieter, more efficient members of Naasha's military elite. Seated around the briefing table with him were the heads of the Navy, Army and Air Force, all reporting on the situation in the Baltic.

Once the rather enthusiastic Army chief had finished, Reven waved for quiet and spoke, commanding instant attention.

"No shots have been fired, but the East is mobilising for a war, our satellites tell us that even if we can't trust our intelligence on the ground." He pressed a button on a handheld remote, changing the projected slide in front of them. "Note the Doomani forces about to enter the minefield, there is the start of our war."

He pressed another slide, "People's Freedom satellites changing their trajectory to pass over TWSP. These guys seem almost eager for a fight, so we have to ensure they only get a brief firing window before we take them out."

He motioned to the Air Force Chief, "that's your responsibility. I want our ASAT missiles up the moment they fire, the longer the satellites stay in orbit, the more damage they will wreak. I want our own orbitals in position for a counterstrike on TPF and two in a precautionary orbit over the Maldorians. We won't provoke Tigerlan or Wanderjar if we can help it, hope they see sense."

"Now, we can only assume that the Maldorians will throw their lot in with TPF and attack us should war break out. I don't want SaintB to be overwhelmed so we have to take the fight to them and hold them back. The 2nd Army Group is on exercise at Kinnarn, near the border, so we should have a numerical advantage until they begin to mobilise. Pull them off exercises, give them live rounds and send them to the border to dig in. Notify SaintB of the action and make sure that we'll be able to stray across their border if necessary."

"Move the 4th, 5th and 6th Carrier Groups to defend our Aegean assets. Notify Tretton Island of the threat, they'll be the first to be hit but they're probably the best prepared to handle it anyway. Get our IQ-1's out of harm's way and into some deeper water where the SLBM's can hit any of the Eastern Powers, we don't have a comparable nuclear arsenal to these guys but if it comes to it, we'll have something at least."

He glared at the Air Force chief once more, "nothing flies inside our borders that you guys don't approve of, got it? We have a decent enough Air Force to hold these guys back, no problem, so no excuses."

He stared around the tables for a second, eyeing each person in turn. "Oh, and mobilise everything else we have, get to it!"

OOC: oi

IC:

MacKenzie watched as representatives from TWSP and Siriusa came on-screen.

"It appears, friends, that our alliance is about to have it's first trial by fire. Trivalvia is ready to commit forces, although I still have to put this through the Legislature..."

The door to the teleconference room opened and Samantha entered. "Sir? TAF Headquarters has reported that the Doomani fleet is running the Soviet blockade. They are also tracking significant troop movements in Wanderjar and The PeoplesFreedom." She handed him a folder.

MacKenzie cursed under his breath. "Damn, I was hoping for more time. Samantha, tell General Wellington to have our own forces go to increased alertness; I'll leave it to him to decide what role we can play, but I'll need his recommendations within the hour." Samantha nodded and left.

MacKenzie turned back to the screens. "Gentlemen, I'll await your opinions, although, with these new developments, I believe we may have to prepare for war.

"On that matter, since Dentara was a member of the NEA before the Second Sussex Conference, I would like to put forward the recommendation that we expedite their readmission. They may have jumped the gun a bit but it looks like they're willing to side with us, and we can certainly use the extra manpower. Any concerns?"

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13147869#post13147869
OOC Thread so we can make sure no OOC clutter arises in whats looking to be a very interesting little situation :)

IC:

“It’s beginning, just as you predicted Daltorius, our orders have our differences I must admit, but your methods are effective,” whispered a tall figure clad in what would appear to be a Novan military tunic, except for the piping having a purple tinge to it, in addition to the additional Iconography, the Black Skull, constructed out of the Arms of Destiny, and with the Novan Icon at it’s heart it leered out at the darkened chamber, fixing his two companions with a strange stare and the face of the figure smiled, his countenance wolfish, his standing militaristic as he appraised his compatriots of opposing thought, his arms folded in front of him left hand resting over right wrist breathing gently each breath hanging in the heavy air of the darkened chamber, in the gloom strange obelisks shimmered gently, as darkened caligraphs ran down the surface, much like the walls elsewhere within the great vessel, his eyes shimmered with self confidence to the point of almost sheer arrogance, his well cut garb hiding well built form beneath as his face hiding well developed prowess and mind behind.

“I thank you Dasulse, and indeed the compliment is likewise, but there are no need for words between us, your thoughts make this clear,” Returned one of the others, clad in a similar uniform except for the blue piping with purple tinge, the nature of the tunic was unknowable, it inspired question, yet deflected rational thought, the mind would become clouded at the thought, what was this, who was this, such questions were death and life, the twin pillars of understanding and their antithesis as one, the emblem upon his chest was similar in aspect yet new of relative nature to that of his Black Skull Counterpart, the skull bore the Eye of Xikar upon both sockets, the arms of Destiny as tears from the eye of infinity, a mesmerising sight, and one that would inspire jealousy from many an artisan and collector for such a beautiful object being military iconography and not jewellery for royalty, yet while his counterpart wore Military headwear, this one, Daltorius bore a strange headpiece, which while decorative was as functional as that of his counterpart.

The Third Figure clad in ornate black armour which seemed to draw in light shimmered between this and that of a regular person, clad in similar garb to the first two, however the stripe was of pure purple, an amalgamation of Military and Political, this one’s Icon Was the Star Within Without, a spaced icon with 8 arms a contradictory symbol, yet one of beyond, the face seemed as one from another time, eyes from a different era glimmered beneath bronze red eyebrows, and yet another style of headpiece, this one angular and straight, with elements covering the face was borne by this one, one similar to his armoured incarnation, the figure was motionless as if trapped in time to be a statue, his chest did not move with life giving breath, nor did the armour rise or fall, no sound escaped to statuesque was he, a brooding presence of an ancient demeanour.

“Indeed, however we must focus our efforts to helping the Itzerican, for it would seem the Doomani have set off a Shreyaataar, the entire region looks set to go at each others jugulars, which would fit the ultimate goal of the Vartendi,” Returned Dalsulse knowingly, his mind alive as tendrils of invisible thought reached out, something had happened elsewhere, uncertainty was rife, not onboard the vessels of this fleet of course, a Novan was always certain, confident and determined, yet enigmatic, no Novan ever wore their opinion on their sleeve, it did not serve a Novan’s Purpose, for who after all should know the mind of a Novan.

“You speak of Project Naltoreth? I was unaware of its status, surely it has not advanced this far, but your words belie my ignorance, we must prepare,” He, Daltorius felt it as well, although Xikar was a more scholarly order, that did not mean his talents were the lesser, merely different, it was Novan perception, nothing was the lesser merely different until otherwise proven, it made such concepts of Racism and Xenophobia difficult to grasp, much less carry out, a slight smirk graced his features as the thought ran through his immense mind that many thought them Xenophobic for their aloofness, when merely they appreciated their privacy, and their culture was hat it was simply out of what it had developed under, many could not comprehend their methods, yet he felt he knew why, and he may yet have another chance to discover more as to this, should the Project be furthered by this action, then again priorities must be set.

The Third Figure, The Zimtaren, merely nodded his approval, yet that one gesture said much, for their order was by far the oldest, but for the more unusual of reasons, even by Novan standards, his approval was of signifcane on orders of several magnitudes and on many critical levels, such was the regard this order was held in, older yet less numerous than it’s younger counterparts, other parallels were there, but like most things Novan, shrouded in mystery.

“Indeed we shall, but first let us bend our talents towards the present task at hand, the situation is becoming clouded and confused, we must clarify matters so the rest may proceed,” Dalsulse further pointed out, his keen eyes not missing the approval of the third, and this emboldened him greatly.

“We are prepared, it shall be done, now let us prepare a Krayatar for the fools, we shall dazzle them with our unseen mastery,” Daltorius agreed raising his hands palms up a fanatic gleam hiding out of sight in his eyes, his thoughts alive with possibilities, soon, soon.

“To think such a unity would have been unheard of, despite over-riding philosophy, a Unity of Xikar, Zimtar and Krellzar, the power of such a union has not yet been demonstrated,” Dalsulse rubbed his hands together at the thought, his confidance and belief in the absoloute unity, the proclamation of Voronzel Jindrax of old was absoloute.

“Patience young one,” the voice was soft, yet with such resonance that it demanded attention, so quiet that the listener would be forced to strain to hear the details, even though the intent was obvious, the palpable aura was evident, “Let not your pride by the fall of us all, Temeperance and humility must lead the way,” the third continued, his form solidified in the tuniced form, his lips barely moving, yet his stance was different, side on set his eyes fixed upon the pair and something else, gone was his armoured incarnation, wearing the form he was once born of, the flesh of man, hidden was the ideal, for now so he stood, giving out his wisdom in that quiet voice, “We shall all go forth together, to a better age, with the lessons of the past guiding our hands, this path is of significance,” the last was a staggering statement from one such as he.

Trivalvian Armed Forces HQ,
GFB Trivalviapolis:

While MacKenzie was in his teleconference, General Wellington was in a conference of his own, devising strategies. With him was Admiral Everett of the Trivalvian navy.

"We're still trying to strengthen our air forces," he said to his subordinates, "mostly just F-22s and F-18s so we can have something in the air. Newer generation fighters are a problem, unfortunately. At least our ground forces are getting up to spec. How does the navy stand, Everett?"

"The shipyards are working at full capacity. We've got four of the new Phalanx-class destroyers and two of the new Defiant class cruisers ready now, and another five ships are nearing completion; those won't be ready for six months."

Everett consulted the continental map. "Now that the Doomani fleet has effectively run the Soviet blockade, chances are that we might see two naval fronts open up if fighting commences. A large battle within the Baltic Sea is a real possibility, while there could also be battles - raids more likely - in the Northern Sea as Soviet and Doomani forces attempt to destroy each other's reinforcements. We can't do anything about the first, but the second one we might be able to contribute."

"Your recommendation?"

"A group of eleven ships. I'd like to use the last of our Guardian class cruisers for this; they're older and not as reliable as the Defiants, but they can still fight. Besides, with two Phalanxes running defensive and four Asher frigates for anti-submarine warfare I think they'll stand a good chance."

"What if the war expands? We could see fronts in the Black and Aegean Seas."

"Too far away. Our forces won't even make a dent there."

Wellington nodded. It pained him that he wouldn't be able to help the Naashans if trouble broke out there. Still, there might be other opportunities. "Ready your battle group, Admiral. I want it ready to sail within a day if necessary."

OOC: Wanderjar, what's your nation's standing on Siriusa? It might become important in a bit.

OOC: Wanderjar likes everyone in Nova Europa. The Kaiser is more upset about his other allies, Tigerlan, Maldorians, et al being austracised, so he formed the Eastern Powers to compensate. However he is PISSED because he's heard a lot of talk about the NEA prepping for war with the East, so he's now in defensive mode. As for you personally, he's naturally going to think you're ok unless you do something to piss him off. Since I don't think you've done that yet, or at least I don't remember it, I'd say you're in the high neutral to semi-trusted range. :)

NID Remus

"We're picking up enemy mines on SONAR," reported an officer to the admiral.

"Fuck. All stop!" he barked, prompting the helmsman to frantically yank back on the throttle.

At the speed the Remus was traveling, it didn't have much time to slow down; as a result, the crew felt a rumble towards the bow of the vessel.

"I think we've hit a mine," reported on officer.

"No shit?" the admiral responded sarcastically. "Damage report?" he querried.

"We're still waiting on a detailed report, but looks like the Soviets have succeeded in scratching our paint," responded the damage control officer in the CIC.

"Bastards!" responded Dio. "Alright, I want AMCS up there now. Sweep that field out. I don't want to be stuck sitting around for too long."

"Aye, sir."

In fact, the Remus had been the only vessel to hit a mine; the others had been able to slow down more quickly. There wasn't any visible damage on the disgustingly heavily armored vessel, to the relief of the Doomani, who still didn't open fire. Instead, helicopters equipped with mine countermeasures systems took off from the decks of the ships and began sweeping the waters ahead.

Some of the helos would scan for enemy mines closer to the surface with a LIDAR system and subsequently dispatch them with a mini-turreted 33mm supercavitating gun; other helos were equipped with dipping SONAR and would hunt for mines deployed at deeper depths. Those mines would be dealt with via helicopters equipped with remotely operated anti-mine vehicles, which the operator would guide towards the target and subsequently detonate the mine with an explosive charge.

The process was slow but effecient; soon the spearhead began making further headway through the minefield, with the rest of the convoy following close behind. The freighters were hemmed in by their cruiser, destroyer, and frigate escorts; the carrier squadron, meanwhile, remained further behind. Admiral Dio had ordered for the carrier squadron to remain behind the fleet and allow it to continue ahead. They would provide all necessary air cover from their current position, which was a good two hundred miles back from the strait.

The CAP above the convoy itself was now very wary of the newly arrived Dentaran air force. AWACS aircraft would monitor their movements while the stealthy Aquila air superiority fighters would remain out of sight, ready to pounce on the Dentarans at the first sign of trouble. Meanwhile, in an act of defiance, a single Mogami-class air defense cruiser, the Iustus, lit up its RADAR, illuminating the Dentaran bombers with its extremely powerful array. At any given moment a surface-to-air missile could explode out of one of its vertical launch cells or from one of its turreted swing-arm launchers...

Simultaneously, approximately 17 bomber pilots all barked out on the radio, 'I've been targeted!' and several of them very nearly broke formation. The next few seconds were filled with cautionaries. Eight seconds later, one of the Fighter Wing Commanders barked out to his flight, 'Aerial defence. Deploy Chaff cloud, Omega Pattern.' The squadrons formed a blanket, descended to Angels 18, and released clouds of chaff, effectively screwing with any radar locks the Doomingslani warships had.

Meanwhile, the Bomber Lead Wing Commander called out to all the Wings, 'All bombers, engage active radars, and light up those Doomingslani S-O-Bs as best you can. Do not engage as of yet.' With these words, the armada of bombers engaged their Active Radars, and did their best to lock in any Doomingslani warships in range through the chaff.

NID Iustus

The entire Combat Information Center errupted in laughter as the Dentarans fired off their chaff. It was probably the best they could do in the situation, but if the Doomani had wanted to kill every one of the bombers they easily could have at that very moment; the hideously powerful S5200S-L/ST RADAR was, after all, capable of detecting objects the size of a baseball at ranges up to fifteen hundred kilometers. Burning through the chaff was child's play for the Iustus.

"Sir, they've switched their RADAR on," the EW officer reported to Nauarchus Quintus Herminius, commanding officer of the Iustus.

Herminius grinned. "Excellent. These guys just keep getting better and better..."

OOC: oi

IC:

MacKenzie watched as representatives from TWSP and Siriusa came on-screen.

"It appears, friends, that our alliance is about to have it's first trial by fire. Trivalvia is ready to commit forces, although I still have to put this through the Legislature..."

The door to the teleconference room opened and Samantha entered. "Sir? TAF Headquarters has reported that the Doomani fleet is running the Soviet blockade. They are also tracking significant troop movements in Wanderjar and The PeoplesFreedom." She handed him a folder.

MacKenzie cursed under his breath. "Damn, I was hoping for more time. Samantha, tell General Wellington to have our own forces go to increased alertness; I'll leave it to him to decide what role we can play, but I'll need his recommendations within the hour." Samantha nodded and left.

MacKenzie turned back to the screens. "Gentlemen, I'll await your opinions, although, with these new developments, I believe we may have to prepare for war.

"On that matter, since Dentara was a member of the NEA before the Second Sussex Conference, I would like to put forward the recommendation that we expedite their readmission. They may have jumped the gun a bit but it looks like they're willing to side with us, and we can certainly use the extra manpower. Any concerns?"

"I believe Dentara should be allowed into the NEA, he has proved willingness to commit troops to our cause.

As for this war, we are optimistic about our relations with Wanderjar, which will probably refrain from attacking us, that may give us the chance to strike at the real cause of all this trouble, The PeoplesFreedom, but if we do something, it will have to be fast."

Official Mandalorian Message

Due to the rising tensions involving the Eastern Power and the Nova European Alliance, the Mandalore Canal Zone is being closed off to all members of the latter alliance. These nations shall be classified as the following:


The World Soviet Party
Trivalia
Siriusa
Naasha
Ezaltia


Other nations in the NEA yet not on this list have private reasons for being allowed to pass through the Canal Zone. This act will last for as long as this crisis endures.

Allahu Ackbar.

The Soviets watched as the Doomani Fleet made it's way through the minefield, sighing as they did so, they had been ordered not to open fire and they would not start World War III by doing so,

Still, it was hard to see a dreaded enemy fullfil his goals as you lay impotent before him, this would hurt, badly.

Meanwhile, back on the Capitol, President Aszenmil watched the incident via the internet-feed installed an all warships since the Clandonian Incident, the Doomanis had won this time, TPF would get it's nukes and bombers. The President told his aide to call Fuhrer Baker and arrange a meeting, as soon as his secretary left, he bursted into tears.

The Soviets watched as the Doomani Fleet made it's way through the minefield, sighing as they did so, they had been ordered not to open fire and they would not start World War III by doing so,

Still, it was hard to see a dreaded enemy fullfil his goals as you lay impotent before him, this would hurt, badly.

Meanwhile, back on the Capitol, President Aszenmil watched the incident via the internet-feed installed an all warships since the Clandonian Incident, the Doomanis had won this time, TPF would get it's nukes and bombers. The President told his aide to call Fuhrer Baker and arrange a meeting, as soon as his secretary left, he bursted into tears.


The message was recieved and he immediately set out to meet his friend, comrade, and ally in the World Soviet Party. Despite the situation brewing, the Mi-17 helicopter which flew him to the WSP leader's Capital Building. As he flew there, the only thought on his mind was how to explain his position, and how to face his friend knowing that he would feel betrayed.

"This will be the hardest thing I've ever done," Baker muttered to himself, watching out the side port window of the helicopter. Mile after mile passed by below, and he watched wearily. "But it must be done," He continued. "It must be done."

He arrived there soon afterwards, and was escorted to the President's Office by several armed Guards from the WSP Military, of which branch he did not know. As he entered the room he greeted his old friend warmly, trying to postpone the inevitable discussions to come.

President Aszenmil had picked himself up by now, the office had been tidied up and everything seemed absolutely normal, nothing indicated that a crisis had just started in the continent.

He rose to greet his old friend, Emperor (now Fuhrer) Baker, offering him a seat and a drink.

President Aszenmil had picked himself up by now, the office had been tidied up and everything seemed absolutely normal, nothing indicated that a crisis had just started in the continent.

He rose to greet his old friend, Emperor (now Fuhrer) Baker, offering him a seat and a drink.

"No, by chance could I have perhaps a Coke rather than something alcoholic? I fear that this particular Prussian doesn't partake in alcohol," He added with a wink. "So, what did you wish to discuss?"

"No, by chance could I have perhaps a Coke rather than something alcoholic? I fear that this particular Prussian doesn't partake in alcohol," He added with a wink. "So, what did you wish to discuss?"

"Of course, I shall have the same" the President signaled his aide to get the drinks, and closed door.

"Now" he added as he took seat himself "I want to discuss the latest events which have taken place in Nova Europa since the foundation of the Eastern Powers, I fear they might be a strain on the Soviet-Wanderjarian relationship" he thought for a second and quickly added "Not that I habe nothing against you, but the people are a whole different issue."

Seeing the Doomingslani Fleet begin their successful run through the blockade, the Dentaran Air Force, as one, disengaged from the engagement zone, turning toward TWSP territory to land and refuel.

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Within the Imperial Palace, Emperor Aramius 1st stood, hunched over, watching the WarMap. He absently checked through the list of units mobilised for possible engagement as he typed up a pair of messages, one to The World Soviet Party, one to the Nova Europa Alliance.

Encrypted Communique
TO: The World Soviet Party High Command
FROM: Emperor Aramius 1st, Dentara
SUBJECT: Continued Deployment

With the unfortunate defeat of the Baltic Sea blockade, the question must be raised; do you still require our assistance? At this moment, the Dentaran Imperial Navy's 1st Battlefleet, consisting of seven Carriers, associated escort elements, as well as the battleships DIS Indefatigable and Conquistador, and the Dentaran 1st & 2nd Armies, are mobilising for immediate deployment in the event of a declaration of war. If you wish, we can begin efforts to deploy these forces to your territory, to further bolster it in the event of war.

Of course, should you decide this is not necessary, then we will withdraw our forces to Dentaran soil, at least until we are called upon to assist in any conflict. In either case, a payment of 5,000,000 Imperial Credits is being made to your national coffers, to pay for the refuelling costs of the 2nd Air Force.

Emperor Aramius 1st

Encrypted Communique
TO: The Nova Europan Alliance Signatory Nations
FROM: Emperor Aramius 1st, Dentara
SUBJECT: Declaration Of Total Support

To the assorted leaders of the Signatory Nations of the Nova Europan Alliance, greetings in haste.

As you are, by now, no doubt aware of the recent situation off the shores of The World Soviet Party, I shall be brief and to the point. The Nova Europan Alliance has the complete and total support of the Holy Empire of Dentara in any conflict arising from these circumstances. Furthermore, I hereby petition the Alliance to consider allowing Dentara to rejoin the Alliance as a Signatory Nation.

Emperor Aramius 1st

Encrypted Communique
TO: The World Soviet Party High Command
FROM: Emperor Aramius 1st, Dentara
SUBJECT: Continued Deployment

With the unfortunate defeat of the Baltic Sea blockade, the question must be raised; do you still require our assistance? At this moment, the Dentaran Imperial Navy's 1st Battlefleet, consisting of seven Carriers, associated escort elements, as well as the battleships DIS Indefatigable and Conquistador, and the Dentaran 1st & 2nd Armies, are mobilising for immediate deployment in the event of a declaration of war. If you wish, we can begin efforts to deploy these forces to your territory, to further bolster it in the event of war.

Of course, should you decide this is not necessary, then we will withdraw our forces to Dentaran soil, at least until we are called upon to assist in any conflict. In either case, a payment of 5,000,000 Imperial Credits is being made to your national coffers, to pay for the refuelling costs of the 2nd Air Force.

Emperor Aramius 1st

Official Response

We thank you for your help in this dire situation, and understand your feelings about it, but seeing how the current situation is developing and as much as we'd like to have the extra-support you are giving us, we feel it would be better for your fleets and air corps to return to Dentara and prepare themselves to defend their people should it come to an all-out war.

OOC: Man, the moment I'm inactive for a bit, the sh*t hits the fan. :(

Corass, Ezaltia

"Doomingsland?" Fleet Admiral Oliver Nelson's large, white eyerbrows nearly disappeared under his hat as he read observation reports of the situation unfolding in the Baltic. "Of all the other nations they could be threatening, why our friends the Soviets?"

It was a matter not worth questioning, however, and soon, the 1st and 2nd Surface Fleets, complemented by the 1st and 2nd Carrier Strike Groups, were steaming into the Baltic, situating themselves north of the Doomani fleet in a rather nice flanking postion.

ATTENTION NEA NATIONS STOP
EZALTIAN FLEETS HAVE TAKEN POSITIONS NORTH OF THE DOOMANI FLEET STOP
REQUESTING ENGAGEMENT ORDERS STOP

The military was also working frenetically all across Ezaltia, readying the nation not only for a conflict with Doomingsland, but also Tigerlan, Wanderjar, TPF, and Maldorians. While the Eastern Powers had repeatedly assured the NEA that their intentions were peaceful, Doomingsland was allied with TPF, and TPF a member of aforementioned alliance. Dominoes.

Gas masks, one size fits all, were sent to every household, school, office, and factory, and old bomb shelters in the cities were cleaned out and reinforced. Anti-aircraft guns and SAM batteries were placed around metropolitan areas and in every vacant lot therein, with several thousand more scattered throughout the countryside.

Beaches, without exception, were completely barricaded to civilian use. Boardwalks were torn down in exchange for steel-reinforced concrete bunkers, with eleborate tunnel networks connecting them. Miles of trenches, both for personnel and anti-tank use, were dug out of the sand, and thousands of tank traps and Czech hedgehogs were placed in strategic loactions. Miles upon miles of razor wire were stretched across the shore, to entangle enemy troops and expose them to machine-gun fire. Thousands of mines, ranging from huge anti-tank explosives to 'Bouncing Betty' antipersonnel mines to minuscule, sugar packet-sized ones design to incapacitate a soldier by blowing off his foot, were scattered and buried in the sand.

Ezaltia would not be caught unawares.