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6 Spruance-class destroyers and 2 Wasp class amphibious assault ships closed on the shore of the northern shores of Krasnodar Kray, waiting onboard the Wasp Assault Ships was 1,894 Trensk 1st Infantry Soldiers per ship, Admiral Nicholai Shenov stood at the bridge of the Spruance Destroyer Tallinn, his black uniform fit him tightly yet yielded enough to allow him to move freely in an emergancy, his arms were folded as he looked towards the land in the distance, he could see Soldiers scrambling into the 6 UH-1N Huey helicopters and CH-46 Sea Knights on the decks of the Wasp's and their escorts preparing for takeoff, 9 AH-1 SuperCobra Attack Helicoptors going through the final checks, Nicholai smirked and nodded to himself, the Council had assigned him to this mission, they were to take the beach at all costs and that was what he was going to carry out, they would first land troops via helicoptor outside the town of Anapa and than they would take the city by force as their foothold, from there they would spearhead towards the capital of Krasnodar city and secure the area once they got armoured units in Anapa.

As the choppers started to lift off with the first wave the smirk slowly eased off his features as a serious frown took ahold of his features...
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As the fleet of Choppers neared the coast Corporal Peter Ramtole readied his AK-74 along with the rest of his squad sitting down in their Sea Knight Chopper, Sgt. Uriaiel stood in the middle of the group, speaking of the main objectives and their Landing Zone.

"Alright boys, our target is the coastal town of Anapa, Delta Squad will be setting down in the Southern Outskirts of the city, our goal is to make it to Anapa and weed out any resistance along the way, also be on the lookout for any hardware the rebs have, i don't want to scrape some idiotic Private off the bottom of my shoe for stepping on a mine, we will regroup with the rest of the force inside the town, just keep close to your squadmates and your heads down, this could get hot, do i make myself clear?" he shouted at the assorted troops which shouted 'SIR! YES SIR!" in reply, the pilot spotted the Landing Zone ahead and shouted to the back.

"Delta Squad, your LZ is approching, get ready to get out and get out fast, the LZ sofar looks clear but there could be snipers."

With that the Chopper sat down and the back door opened, allowing the squad to rush out, stepping into the Sub-Tropics.

For years and years, Krasnodar had been either this or that, here or there. They had gone through centuries of colonial rule from country to country, none staying long enough to influence more than a generation or two. In recent history, Krasnodar had become independent, only to be claimed by the Russians, who never landed forces, and later to be claimed by the Soviets, who also never landed forces. As such, the people of Krasnodar had no true identity to themselves. They were not one nation but rather many nations. Old ways clashed with new days and it seemed the country could never unify around any banner long enough to actually become a true nationstate. Now, they sat, empty again. Without the coming of either the Russians or the Soviets and the weak rule experienced by the nation of Lame Bums, Krasnodar had been, for the first time in its history, on its way to actually becoming a cohesive nationstate. For two generations, Krasnodar had its own, unique and individual identity. With a third generation on the horizon and an ever cementing culture, Krasnodar was finally moving forward. They had, in this short amount of time, sought alliances elsewhere, sought trade deals, and sought their own, functioning government.

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As they called it, Krasnodar was a federation, a loose federation of many subjects. In the Cossack tradition, Krasnodar's more rural regions were, essentially a loose federation of various, independent communities. In its big cities, it was like many other cities on the planet, especially those in democratic countries. In its capital, which was Krasnodar City, the central government composed of dozens of representatives from the various cities and communities. Their system was still in its infancy and, as such, still succombed to those problems. There was a lot of infighting, bickering, and a lot of dissention within the governing body. In an effort to create a centralized system that respected the individual communities of Krasnodar, they had failed. Their culture, too diffuse for any uniformity didn't help either. In the Kuban basin, there were mainly descendents of Cossacks. To its west, near the Sea of Azov, there were Ukrainians and Russians. Near its eastern borders, there were Armenians. Throughout the entire country there were dozens of ethnic groups, some indigenous, many foreign. When it boiled down to it, Krasnodar was one of the most diverse places in the world with over one hundred and forty different ethnic groups, over forty of which had more than 2,000 people.

Despite these shortcomings, the people of Krasnodar felt some sort of growing identity. They were forging a nationstate for themselves out of the ashes of decades of colonial rule. This was new to them, new enough to be appreciated and not taken for granted. It was no surprise then that the Trenskian announcement to seize Krasnodar was met with fierce opposition. International pleas for intervention went unheard and unrealized and when the Trenskian forces arrived off their coast, the Krasnodarians were ill-prepared to defend their country. Years of infighting amongst their diverse ethnic groups created dozens of armies that all had their own agendas. Some of the groups wanted to just push out the foreign invaders. Others wanted to cleanse the country of all other ethnic groups. Some wanted independence for their own communities. It was a clash of civilizations in the largest sense and with 50,000 armed individuals, prepared to fend off the Trenskians, they needed a leader, a real leader. Dispersed and ill-equipped with nothing more than old assault rifles, some fifty years old, the Krasnodarian forces were nothing more than rag-tag militia groups, bound to be annihilated by the formally trained military of Trensk.

That was until Viktor Zyazikov stepped up to a microphone just six days before the Trenskian forces arrived. A native of Krasnodar and someone who had lived in various regions of the country, he knew many of the ethnic groups and their individual personas quite well. He broadcast a message of unity to the Krasnodarian people over both radio and television. He called upon the people to put aside their differences, to ignore their petty bickerings and defend Krasnodar. He knew the one thing all people wanted, some sort of national identity and he used it as bait. People listened and just six hours before the Trenskian forces arrived, he had roughly 46,000 of the 50,000 fighters in Krasnodar pledging their allegiance to him on one condition though. Following the removal of Trenskian forces, each group could voice their desires and there would be a total reworking of the government. Despite him stepping over the already existing government, the people were with him. Six minutes before the arrival of the Tresnkian forces, Zyazikov proclaimed his army the Defenders of Krasnodar or DK for short. Unfortunately for him though, he failed to unite 4,000 of the 50,000 man strong fighting force. Those 4,000 were a group of foreigners. They had no unifying ethnicity to themselves except their beliefs, which were nothing more than a virus to Krasnodar. They were the worst of the worst. They wanted ethnic cleasning to wipe out any number of ethnic groups in Krasnodar and they sought not unity but opportunity. They named themselves the Krasnodarian Liberation Brigade but they didn't plan to liberate Krasnodar from external forces but rather internal forces. Falsely pledging non-interference with Zyazikov's main force, they set the stage for their own defense.

With 30,000 fighters throughout the coastal areas, the DK prepared to fight the Trenskians off their land. Their arms consisted of assault rifles, mostly Kalashnikov rifles: AK-47s, AK-74s, RPKs, AK-103s, AK-107s, old RPG-7s and RPG-18s, PKMs, DShKs, KPVs, NSVs, Kords, and just about anything else that fired a projectile. They even had a few 23mm anti-aircraft guns, mostly mounted on trucks. Their rather ill-equipped army was certainly no match for the Trenskian military, which came with formal training, supply lines, and money. The only problem with them was this wasn't their land. They were invading a land they knew nothing about and certianly had never walked on either. Zyazikov planned to use old and classic guerilla warfare tactics, the only thing that could allow his forces to fight effectively. He and his hastily formed council of generals had many plans and many of them were good but the one that took hold of Zyazikov was in place. They would draw the Trenskian forces into the country, just far enough where they could be harassed. They would put up sporadic resistance as the Trenskian forces drove into the country from their landing points. Then, when the Trenskian forces got a certain amount of space into the territory, they would seize on the opportunity and unleash full fury. Thirty thousand of them in the coastal area was a lot of forces and with civilians flooding from the cities, there was a lot of open land that the Trenskian forces would have to cover.

As the Trenskian helicopters flew overhead, many of the men on the ground watched, waiting, hiding. They hid underground, in buildings, everywhere they could, their weapons close to their side. Snipers had been arranged throughout the landing areas to provide resistance. They wanted to put a few bullets downrange against the landing forces, to make sure they knew they wouldn't waltz into the country. Then, they would run. They would practice shoot and scoot tactics but the opening shots weren't the snipers. One of the many things Zyazikov managed to get a hold of were Igla (SA-18 Grouse) surface-to-air missiles. The Igla was an improvement over the Igla-1 (SA-16 Gimlet) with a much more improved resistance to jamming and expendable countermeasures. With an all-aspect capability in favorable circumstances, the Igla was the weapon of choice for the opening shots. Zyazikov had arranged for eight fire teams throughout the initial landing areas, moving them into place after the helicopters made their intentions known. With a range of 5,200 meters and an altitude ceiling of 3,500 meters, the helicopters could be well within engagement envelopes.

Each of the eight fire teams consisted of two shoots, putting sixteen missiles in the air at once. They carried just one missile each and did not waste time with reloading. Instead, they positioned themselves in secluded sections of the landing zones. They hid in alleyways, buildings, and anywhere else they could stay away from the overhead helicopters. Finally, with the Trenskian AH-1s and CH-47s overhead, they engaged. Each one of them used their weapons to lock onto the circling helicopters. Because they were guided by infrared, they would not give a warning of lock-on or engagement, much like radar weapons did. They would be, essentially, launched unknown towards their targets, their gunners moving immediately after launch. The missiles were fire-and-forget and that was enough for them to guide towards their targets. The gunners would know what they hit when it slammed into the ground and they used the aircraft wreckage as a shield against bullets.