NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: RP thread for all things diplomacy, colonization, conflict and other things. Closed to participants in the Osmiu Islands thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=547732) that have approved claims.

For reference, there's an office in Osmiu City that you can RP having a representative at if you need something or other. And there's typical metropolitan charm there too, like airports and such.

Have fun.

[Map link (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/fahooglewitz1077/Maps/Colonize.png) for reference.]

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Official Statement from the Federal Republican Duchydom of Franberry
Colonial Secretariat of Iberá for Osmian Affairs

To: Skibereen

The newly founded Colonial Secretariat of Iberá for Osmian Affairs has received information that Skibereen has acquired the land plot known as "N5". The Colonial Secretariat is most interested in these lands, which the objective of uniting the whole island marked "N" under the Franberrian flag.

We would be most interested to know if we can negotiate a purchase of these lands, or some sort of agreement in order to obtain them. Should you choose to retain these lands, we shall fully understand.

Dios guarde a Vuestra Honorabilidad,

The Will of the Iberán Colonials,
Colonial Chancellor for the Iberá,
Servant of the Franberrian Government and its People,

José Raúl Estivares

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Headquarters of the Colonial Secretariat of Iberá,
Colonial Base Camp 2,
Northern Iberá

The dirt in Teodoro Alsena's hand spilled through the cracks between his fingers. A clump of dirt fell on his khaki shorts, which matched the shirt that he was wearing, his hat, and his dark brown shoes. He brushed it off softly with his hand as to not stain his shorts.

"Good land this." He informed Hector, who was dressed rather differently from Teodoro. He wore the white pants and dark green jacket of the army. His uniform was long and not meant for cramped spaces, by which one could determine that he was not a parachutist or a tanker. He proudly wore the insignia of the Infantry, and was sent to Iberá with an advance force to secure the area. He had a mere 120 men under his command and 8 helicopters, but he intended to make the most of them. It was not the time, however, to ponder such things, but rather, it was the time to pay attention to the land.

"It shall produce large amounts of peaches, very fertile."

"Yes, there are problems however..."

"Hm, yes, I know theres natives around and things like that."

"Aye, come inside the tent." The two men walked towards Teodoro's tent, one of some three dozen tents of varying sizes, which adorned the plain close to the coast. Three helicopters were parked to the side of the establishment, around a makeshift heliport. Men in military dress were setting up an improvised landing strip, with the aid of a bulldozer. The tent was cluttered with maps and small metal tables.

"Right, as I'm sure you know, the Akimodian government has granted us this land, right here. The recent problem, however, is that Skibereen has acquired spot N5, right beside us." Teodoro explained to Hector.

"Military action against them is not an option at all."

"Yes of course, we have offered to purchase that land. But we must secure the rest of the island straight away, spots N6 and N7."

"I cannot do that with a mere 120 men. We have a total of less that 1,000 military men on this island right now, we can barely sustain the 10 base camps that we have established. We cannot move with the men at our disposal until we have dealt with the natives."

"Hmm, quite. There is most definitely a manpower problem. I will put in a word with the Colonial Chancellor to request more troops immediately. But can you at least scout out the area?"

"Not with the men here, we shall have to dispatch helicopters from the southern bases, or aircraft from the fleet."

"Just do it the quickest way you can, time is the most important thing here, it does not matter if we are overstretched. We just have to plant the flag in as many places as possible, once we get some colonists here we can see about dealing with the natives and getting everything right under our control."

"Very well, I suppose I shall contact the Admiral then. With your permission, I shall retire."

"Good luck, and Godspeed."

"Same to you." And Hector left the tent, walking at a brisk pace to the helicopters. He did not take notice of the men, dressed similarly to him, digging pits for heavy weaponry well away from the tents, having already taken into account the initial expansion that was soon to happen. Nothing to note there, as everything was being done per his orders. What he did notice, however, were the specks in the sky, far away, surely they were the transport aircraft that had been sent from Franberry hours ago, taking the chance of arriving too soon without the landing strip finished. It was a non-existent risk, however, as he could see that all that the flattened dirt track lacked were lights for a night landing. And right beside the dirt track lay the helicopters, his ticket back to the ships off-shore.

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The next sunrise over Iberá would see a small fleet of Franberrian helicopters making their way east, over the unclaimed lands still inhabited by some sort of natives. If all went well, and N5 was acquired, the whole island would fly the Franberrian flag.

A three-plane convoy of the Northern Rangerian Defense Corps was flying low over the Osmiu waters, heading towards Osmiu City, the capital of Akimodian Osmiu. The convoy consisted of a smaller private plane, probably bearing personnel, and the two others were heavier transport planes. The latter two were of an older model, but sturdy and strong, bearing the indignia of the NRDC on their wings and hull.

"Osmiu City flight control, this Northern Rangerian Defense Corps plane Uniform November India Three Niner Niner, requesting landing permission. Over."

Inside the smaller aircraft, the expeditionary party sent by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was feeling giddy, including the interim governor, the thirty-nine-year-old Lord Jaako Matsela. He sat quietly on his seat, opening up the information package they had received on the Osmiu Islands. Northern Rangeria had staked a claim in the northwestern waters, on a small island connected only by a thin isthmus to the neighbouring island (mostly uncolonised as well, save for a settlement of Aqua Anu in the southern part). His mission in Osmiu City was to learn more about this new territory, dubbed 'Uusmaa', or 'New Land' in Northern Rangeria. He hoped to meet with the Akimonadi officials soon, as the members of a more scientific persuasion were definitely eager to study this new area.

"Cleared to land on runway 28L." a controller said.

A large colonial fleet slowly approached the new land that was to be called Incendia Terra. It was to be one of many economic colonies controlled by The Armed Republic. The fleet contained around 5,000 civilians that would be the colony's first inhabitants and 1,000 soldiers from the Aurum Doman Army. The army's role had been changed in recent years, besides serving as the bulk of large invasion forces they were guarding new colonies. There had been talk of establishing a new branch of the military specifically for colonial defense but so far nothing had come of it.

By midday the fleet has entered a large bay and keeping with the naming tradition, the future citizens decided to call it Cineris Latro. The ships began to unload as the sun was setting, the first boat carried the ceremonial flag and a short ceremony was held officially claiming the new land for Aurum Domus. This land would be another jewel the in the Empire of the Armed Republic.

One by one, the NRDC planes landed, the two heavier aircrafts taxi'ing towards the diplomatic zone, the smaller personnel aircraft towards the hangars.

Jaako Matsela breathed freely once he stepped outside, and while the scientists were led to their cars to take them to the hotel, he had other business to attend. His car began to drive out of the airport, towards Osmiu City. Jaako looked around himself, studying the cityscape as his mind was working on questions he had for the colonial officials. The information about the Uusmaa had been flimsy, at best. He did not even know if the area was populated or not.

The Governor of the Osmiu Islands, David Kensington, stood in front of the Osmiu Federal Building, waiting for the Rangerians to arrive.

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A ship landed at the banks of the section E13, almost one thousand Stone Temple Marines stormed out of it. They regrouped and organized into 10 companies. A very tall young man with a shaved head, Colonel Peter Bradford paced around the grouping and made himself visible to everybody, barked,
“Men, our mission is simple. We will not be leveling land, clearing forest. We will divide into our companies and scout out the areas. There have been stories of violent natives, if anyone provokes you, do not shoot to kill, command gave us the order ‘Shock-and-awe’, so we must leave native deaths to a minimum, so ‘shoot to thrill” instead. We need to scare them into surrendering. Put on your bayonets and go.”

The Federal Territory of New Wolfenstein was located on the southeastern island of the chain. The Brydog claim was near of it's allies. A group had already landed and were exploring the area. At the newly established airport, a plane carrying the Governor and his staff arrived. The plane taxied to the parking place and a elevator was placed at the rear door while the passengers got off. The elevator got down and a man in a wheelchair appeared and head to the group.

"Dear God, Is that Dr. Strangelove" one said

Dr. Leopold von Strangelove was Brydog's foremost weapons scientist and was a important advisor to Brydog's leaders. But, he left weapons and now was a government official. He appoached the men, "Im the Fuhrer, I mean Governor of this land." he spoke.

The men looked and sighed when his right alien hand threw a Nazi salute.

"Why, him" Lt. Gen. King, the commander of Federal forces said while they walk into the Territorial Buliding.

Sector "N7",
Southeastern Iberá

The rotors of the helicopters sliced through the air, quicker and quicker they sped south, separating after some time. Helicopter 9, known as "Porker", to the crews, continued its fast flight towards the extremities of the island, almost to the coast itself. Porker dropped in altitude as soon as her pilot had spotted the coast and a suitable landing space. The scene was typical of that on the island. Large open plain, small hills, and sparsely wooded. Within the nearest of the small woods, small shanties could be made out, seemingly made out of mud and branches. Porker, an, Eurocopter Cougar, touched down on the plain near the shacks, the soldiers within her could see dark-skinned natives looking at them with wide eyes, curious, but maintaining their position. They were lightly clothed, as it was a temperate area.

"Okay men, move out. Squad Delta with me, squad Charlie flank through left." Suboficial Principal Cantera barked out to his men, signaling Charlie to move to the left of the town, and ordering Delta to follow him to the right. Porker shut off her engine to conserve fuel, one of her gunners adjusting the range on his machine gun to the shacks, and the other scanning the area behind him to be clear of enemies.

"Righto, to make the necessary diplomatical overtures." Suboficial Principal Cantera explained to Delta squad. "Hold here, wait for my signal to fire." He then made the according gesture to Charlie squad to inform them to wait for the signal. Cantera then approached the dark-skinned natives slowly, as they had begun to near him.

They were well aware of the other green-coated men crouching in the tall grass spreading around them, but Cantera was clearly their chief. The natives chief approached, an old man, escorted by two younger males bearing spears. He came to a halt in front of Cantera, laying his walking stick at his feet, in a symbolic gesture.

Cantera understood this perfectly, and, thinking that these people would not understand what his FN FAL was, he decided not to lay it down. What he did do, however, was remove the bayonet from the rifle, and laid it on the ground, this, he thought, the natives would understand. And understand they did, the old man stretching out his arms and opening his palms to Cantera. Suddenly, beeping noise was made by the small transmitter on his belt. Someone had decided to contact him, and at an extremely inappropriate moment. The natives were scared, the old man moved back with a quickness that one would not suppose him to have at that age. The two young men lowered their spears and attempted to attack Cantera, who just in the nick of time managed to jump backwards.

This was not the most opportune situation to give signals, so Cantera opted to yell. "Open fire now! FIRE!" As soon as those words reached his comrade's ears, a wall of fire was unleashed upon the natives. The two natives attacking him fell to the ground quickly, as did the old man, blood spilling from their heads. Cantera got up, fixing his bayonet, and took aim with his FN FAL. His rounds streaked into the village, ripping through the shacks and the people in them. Charlie and Delta squads kept pouring their fire into the small village, native corpses lay sprawled on the ground. The gunfire soon died down, with only a few women and children left.

"Mierda, that got out of hand rather quickly" Cantera muttered to himself.

Thankfully, other villages in other places would not replay this scene, and hopefully, the large amounts of natives that had been reported all over the island could be educated and turned into fine citizens. Iberá could either be filled with many natives working with the colonists, or it could have a large amount of dark-skinned corpses. Few wanted the latter, and most wanted the former.

Jaako Matsela stepped out of his vehicle when he saw the Governor standing before the Osmiu Federal Building. The lord was not dressed in ceremonial outfits as would befit a new governor: instead his outfit was that of the NRDC, a fatigue uniform in a mixture of greens and browns, with the Special Command insignia on his arm.

"Governor Kensington", he said matter-of-factly, nodding to the man. "I am sorry of the brisk nature of this meeting, but I thought it best to get an idea of what we are to see in the northwest", he continued calmly.

"The scientists are already eager to get started on their surveys, but we would like some detailed information on the area, if there is any. Namely of the conditions and possible inhabitants. Your government's offer of giving these areas to be colonised was most generous, but we still seek additional information."

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Meanwhile, on the waters north of the 'Uusmaa' island...

Six ships, three of them from the 1st Battle Fleet were anchored about a mile of the coast. Two fregates, HMS Rauscu and HMS Turka were actively monitoring the area, while the helicopter from the battleship HMS Kampelja were studying the coast line along with helicopters from the two research vessels - Virgo of the Halsanki University and Hippocamp of the Turka University. The last ship, the merchant ship Hurtta was anchored close by, carrying a number of settlers and equipment. The helicopters buzzed low, following the forested shoreline, the radars and cameras collecting information, as well as seeking for a possible landing area.

"Can you see inland from there, over?" came the call from the Hippocamp's helicopter to the Virgo's helicopter. The old military helicopter, retrofitted for scientific research, was flying closer to the shore, its radars trying to make out land formations in the fog.

"Not much, Hippocamp", came the answer. "It seems that the coastal area on the northern side is rather thin, though. We're getting radar echoes that there's some sort of a mountain range running north-by-north-east, something of a spine of the island, over."

"Well, that would explain the fog", the Turga researcher answered, laughing. "Mother Goose, did you get this, over?"

"Roger that", came the answer from the Virgo. "We're leaving with the Rauscu to look for a landing area on the eastern side of the island. Damn they didn't even tell us if the islands were inhabited. See any villages up there, over?"

"Negative, Mother Goose, not even a camp fire up here. Strange, though... The samples we collected earlier would seem to indicate good fishing waters, over."

"We'll leave that problem for the archeology team to ponder. Do one more sweep of the coastline, then return for refueling. Better hurry, though. The Ministry officials are eager to see if this place was worth the time and money. Over and out."

"Well, conditions are typical tropical conditions. As for natives, we estimate that there's around 20,000 on each island. We've not managed to make contact with them yet."

"Well, conditions are typical tropical conditions. As for natives, we estimate that there's around 20,000 on each island. We've not managed to make contact with them yet."

Matsela clenched his jaw at the mention of natives. That was definitely not going to sit well with the Ministry, not to mention the people. The memory of the Occupation was still fresh in the people's memories, and while there were organizations calling for war against Greater Rangeria, the former occupier, no one would even dare to suggest that the Principality should act like their enemy had.

"I see", he said to the governor's revelation, clearly not liking this twist. The Principality had prepared for the possibility of a few hundred, maybe a thousand local natives living on hunting and gathering. But twenty thousand? That definitely changed the picture. "I will relay this information to my government. Though I doubt they will be too happy to hear of such a large population. I thank you for your time, Governor."

God-damned backstabbing pissants, Matsela cursed in his mind. A clever plan, though... Make a gesture of good-will like this, probably benefit nicely from any profits that the settlers get from the islands - and don't have to worry about the natives. Matsela chuckled to himself as he made his way back to the car. Best be careful with these Akimonadi... If they make deals like this, we're lucky if we survive this with our pants on.

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The news of a large native population did not indeed sit well with the expedition, not to mention the government. The Prince himself was outraged at hearing such a travesty, and the concensus was that contact should be made with the locals in peaceful terms. If there were any economic opportunities in the island, the contact with the natives should be kept at minimum to avoid cultural contamination. But that was a concern for later.

In the early hours of the following morning, Virgo announced the discovery of a large rivermouth on the eastern coast of the island. There were two or three remains of modern piers, probably used by some small Akimonadi settlement that had left behind the tin-roofed shanties by the trees. Matsela felt increasingly worried about the situation, but he arrived there by noon with the Hippocamp. Somehow it didn't seem proper to make landfall without the governor being present...

The rubber boats made landfall about an hour later, with Matsela and a team of Coastal Jaegers setting up a perimeter on the sandy beach. Alongside them was professor Terilä of the Halsanki University, a linguist who was well-versed in the native languages at the area. Matsela looked around, seeing the forms of the natives huddling along the tree-line, the Jaegers kneeling on the beach with their assault rifles still pointing down.

"Easy, men... We're not here to pick a fight", he said calmly as he and Terilä approached the tree-line. Most of the natives seemed to retreat into the woods, save for a tall, muscular man whose body was painted red with clay. Terilä swallowed a little and walked forward, trying to greet this native ambassador. Matsela kept looking around, knowing that this was the moment when the setting up of a colony could fail or triumph. It all depended on Terilä now...

Shores of Pudite Abundantia, Sovereign's Shield Task Force under Admiral Andreiko Rukulia
From the helicopter Lieutenant General Mozolic could still make out the silhouette of the battleship Sovereign's Shield through the humid air. As they moved farther and farther away from the fleet, it occurred to him for the first time where he was. It was humid, it was hot, and he didn't like it.

"Sir, shoreline coming up ahead," came the report from the cabin, though his headset.

"Find a nice beach to set down at, maybe it'll be cooler down there by the ocean..."

"Yessir," was the reply.

The large transport helicopter - far too large for just the General and his aide - began to descend, and started flying parallel to the shores. Thin white beaches, followed almost immediately by dense jungle.

Mozolic looked over to his aide, a colonel called Rudylo, a man of approximately the General's age, but thicker, a body more suited to combat as opposed to the logistical and strategic responsibilities he was assigned.

"Iozef, what do you suppose this land is supposed to be Adundanti in, exactly?"

Iozef Rudylo looked back, "Malaria?" he said, dryly. Iozef never talked much, just like every other Imperial Navy Marine Infantry soldier. It was the higher officers who were more accustomed to conversation...

Mozolic pondered that as he watched the jungles unfold beneath him. Soon after, the pilot radioed back, "Sir, I've spotted a suitable piece of land - it's not exactly on the beach, but it's close."

"Alright, then. Put me down." replied Mozolic.

With that, the helicopter began to finish it's descent, lowering itself towards the green canopy below, aiming for a single little patch of flat, open land...

The lieutenant general and his colonel prepared to depart, unfastening themselves from the seats, and grabbing a small load of communications gear, and their sidearms.

The next time he looked out the window, Mozolic could make out individual blades of the tall grass they were approaching. A few seconds later, the helicopter touched down, and the pilot called back, "Welcome to Abundantia, General."

Iozef slid the door open, and the pear hopped down onto the soft, rich earth. Neither man knew anything about agriculture, but sometime soon, someone who did would remark as to that ground's fertility.

Iozef set everything down, and began circling the landing area, while Mozolic conversed with the co-pilot, who had come back to help unload the remainder of the gear.

A few seconds later, Iozef called out from the side of the clearing facing the sea. Coming over, Mozolic, asking what he wanted, was answered only with a gesture. Iozef pointed down, nearly straight down, at the beach. It was about three-hundred feet below them.

Calmly, Mozolic walked back over to the helicopter. "So, how close did you say this L-Z was to the beach?"

The co-pilot responded, "Well, about five meters horizontally, Sir."

"Yes, I had noticed, however, that the vertical distance is not quite that miniscule..."

"Yes, well, there were very few places to land."

"I see."

Mozolic turned back to face the clearing, as the co-pilot asked; "Sir, is there anything I can bring back for you?"

Just then, a disturbance was seen at the far end of the clearing, and a figure emerged from the dense undergrowth. Half-naked, the man was young, and carrying a spear and a club.

Smoothly, Mozolic unholstered his pistol, and fired a round directly into the native's chest. The foreigner collapsed, bleeding profusely and screaming, although Mozolic couldn't hear it over the helicopter.

"Yes; I shall need a fence, and perhaps some more guns - as soon as possible, if you can."

"Of course, sir."

Skies above Pudite Abundantia, Sovereign's Shield Task Force under Admiral Andreiko Rukulia
The helicopter lifted out of the elephant grass on the plateu where it had deposited it's officers. The large craft then moved further inland, recconitering the surrounding landscape, as was the secondary objective of the flight. They cruised away from the coastline, through rolling green-canopied hills, punctuated by sharp rocky intrusions, jutting skyward. Few rivers were visible through the leaves, but after about three minutes, the co-pilot, Kobiata, spotted one.

"Hey, look down there," he said, pointing at the wide, meandering blue line.

The pilot glanced down, "Should we follow it?"

"What did the orders say?"

There was a pause... "Uhhh, they said 'recconiter' to a distance of six miles. I guess as long as we're inside the six-miles from the L-Z..."

"Let's follow it then,"

"Alright," replied the pilot, banking the craft to fall into line above the waterway.

They followed it for a few more minutes, moving slow and high, to get a more expansive view. Kobiata looked at his companion, "Where do you suppose it goes?"

"Downhill." came a rather sarcastic answer.

They were quiet again for a few minutes.

"Alright," said the pilot, "There's nothing here, and we're nearly outside the six-miles."

Kobiata did not respond, however, his attention was fixed on the forest ahead. The pilot could not discern anything of interest there.

As the helicopter began to turn, Kobiata snapped back to the present, "No, there's something ahead, fly forward!"

"What?"

"I saw something! Fly straight ahead."

"What did you see?"

"I don't know, that's what recconiotering is for."

The pilot sighed and continued.

Then, coming into view ahead of them, the jungle parted. Revealed ahead, a massive complex rose out of the greenery. Ancient stonework and massive temple structures were prominent, with brick causeways and the rubble of thousands of years of history forming a backdrop...

"Well, see? Told you something was down here."

"Alright, what now?"

"I dunno..."

Then, seconds later, both pilots' attention was suddenly taken from the complex below, and reattactched itself to the instruments of their helicopter. The atltitude meter began fluxuating wildly, followed by the readings for speed, and the fuel meter followed. In fact, all the computer equipment began to malfunction.

Quickly, the pilot scrambled to reverse the helicopter, and luckily, those systems continued to function. The ungainly craft made an uncharachteristically swift turn-about, and quickly fled the area of the ruins.

They returned to the ship after that, and after gathering a squad of Imperial Marine Infantry, a load of fencing material, and a load of heavy weapons, the helicopter departed again. A short report was filed on the anomoly at the temple complex, and nothing more was said.

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Two hours later, a short message was dispatched from the foreign affairs office of Administration Compound Zero-Zero-Zero-One, directed to it's foreign counterpart, roughly fifteen-hundred kilometers to the north...

We have something that may catch your interest...

Skies over Prestonian Osmiu
1200 Hours

"This is Cobra 1, do you copy Cobra 2?," Cdr. Brett Quinlan queried his wingman. "Roger Cobra 2," replied the other flier, Lt. Zach Morrison. "So, what do you make of this, eh? King Steve must be shopping for some tropical land for a new palace. Back in the republic days we'd never have given thought to this landgrab," Zach said, becoming more informal with his friend and commander. "Yeah, I get that same feeling. Regardless, we've got a job to do, so let's go to it. Objective at 2 o'clock, one hundred miles out," Brett replied, rolling his F/A-15 over into a hard banking turn with his wingman close behind.

A few minutes later, they were approaching land. "Damn, would you look at that," Brett remarked at the vast expanse of forest lying in front of them. "Yeah, I know. The Seebees are gonna have a hell of a time with this one. Glad I'm up here and not down there," Zach replied. "Well, mission accomplished. Let's turn back before the weather gets any worse." Indeed, the weather was not with them on this day. Dark stormclouds were building in the west, and quickly moving toward the carrier anchored nearby. Flipping over to another frequency, Brett reported in to the carrier. "Command, we have completed recon operations over Papa-Oscar. Initial flyover indicates approximately seven villages present, with no apparent modernization. Area mostly of a jungle nature. Nothing else to report at this time, over."

OOC: Yeah crappy post but what're you gonna do when it's 2:30 AM?

The Vetalian engineering corps, known simply as Civil Engineering, was on the move. From the primary Vetalian freight port Petrovsk, thousands of tons of equipment and hundreds of engineers and urban planners, along with many more laborers and various support personnel set sail for the newest national colony. Within a few short years, the island would be

Moving with an ease and comfort that reflected generations of living in the tropical vegetation and humid heat of Vetalia, as well as decades of technological developments in environmental control, the CE teams began to lay out the plans for future development as the endless, rhythmic sounds of construction and land-clearing echoed along the landing site. Quonset huts, storage yards, drainage systems, hospital tents and ad-hoc water treatment systems were being erected with considerable speed, a necessity given the large population of workers that would live on-site during the construction.

However, despite its familiarity,Vetalia did not work alongside this jungle, it fought it. Two regiments of the Vetalian army were assembling exploration teams, who forced their way through the jungles, smashing through the foliage in a dedicated attempt to canvas the island and obtain working topographical maps. Resource assessments would come once airstrips were operational; for now, the goal was to have a good port for easily offloading materials. Natives were to be contacted proactively, given a fair opportunity to participate in the construction projects, and otherwise ignored unless hostile. Those that were hostile would be dealt with in due time...they were fighting a losing battle against a culture whose goal was to expand itself wherever there was profit.

For now, Viceroy Valentin Sechin, the Viceroyal Guards, and his staff relaxed on the upper deck of the temporary observation platform, watching as the initial work was laid for the upcoming construction megaproject. For the actual leadership of the colony and its white-collar staff, they would live in Osimu City, traveling out to the site if and when they desired to observe construction. Given that it paid 50,000 rubles a year with a free apartment and automobile, it was a good deal for those who could get it.

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Official Statement from the Federal Republican Duchydom of Franberry
Colonial Secretariat of Iberá for Osmian Affairs

To: Skibereen

The newly founded Colonial Secretariat of Iberá for Osmian Affairs has received information that Skibereen has acquired the land plot known as "N5". The Colonial Secretariat is most interested in these lands, which the objective of uniting the whole island marked "N" under the Franberrian flag.

We would be most interested to know if we can negotiate a purchase of these lands, or some sort of agreement in order to obtain them. Should you choose to retain these lands, we shall fully understand.

Dios guarde a Vuestra Honorabilidad,

The Will of the Iberán Colonials,
Colonial Chancellor for the Iberá,
Servant of the Franberrian Government and its People,

José Raúl Estivares



Official Skibereenian Statement

With regards to the section of land(N5) in the Akimonad islands known as Osmiu.

The Skibereenian Foreign Affairs Ministry along with several other interested government agencies choose that section for very specific reasons, not the least of which was proximity to the lands of the Federal Republican Duchydom of Franberry.

It is currently not the policy scope to give over the area for any reason.

It is however the understanding of this office that in the future the land may be available.

Regretfully however, the current policy must decline any offer for the land.

Office of Procurement

It was a rainy day as the boat set sail from the port of Meshkrat. Most of the city came out in a slow drudging fashion. They pulled up in a myriad of transports to view the ship leaving. It had been a long time since a ship had left the port. Isolationism had become the dominant view since then and now Fordock was going off to colonize a new place. The sailors aboard the ship had not practiced much and the going off was a bit rocky. Overall though the equipment was loaded on to the transport, as well as key military personnel and some civilians. As they boarded they turned around and waved to the crowd which sat still, a few in it trying to inject injury by cheering failed. The ship blew its foghorn and set out and soon a small armada followed behind it. It seemed the tide had carried Fordock back into international politics.

OOC - I haven't played in a while and might be a bit rusty so instead, I have planned to take it easy this time. I will pick one thread and follow it to the end and then pick another.

Uusmaa Island, Northern Rangerian colony, NW Osmiu Islands

The negotiations had lasted for hours, with professor Terilä finally finding some common ground linguistically with the red-painted man - Ubue was his name, and apparently he was something of a king for these people. When the linguistic barrier had been lifted, it was time for the new governor to show his negotiating skills. The two sat down - the nobleman in fatigues and the red-painted giant in his loincloth - and talks began.

When questioned about his people, Ubue told that there were "three hands by ten hands by ten hands" of his people on the island. Fifteen thousand, roughly the number the Akimonadi official had given... Though the native chieftain still seemed wary of the arrivals, so he might be exaggerating that number in hopes of scaring them away.

Matsela then told the chieftain they would wish to settle here, and there the rub hit. They had to calm down the chieftain for a good while because he was blaming them of coming as conquerors. Finally Ubue calmed down and listened to the proposal: the Northern Rangerians would have their "village" here on the shoreline, but should they wish to come inland, they would have to take native guides. Ubue did not seem too pleased of the possibility of the settlers looking for something in the land, but he seemed willing to negotiate. The price for the area to settle at first, roughly about three square kilometers, with forests and the river mouth, was paid in axes, flour and salt brought in from the Virgo. The people back home would go nuts if they had tried the "buying Manhattan for $14"-routine, and the amount of goods was roughly the value of a good plot of woodland in Northern Rangeria.

The start, at least, seemed auspicious...

Temporary Tent City, Shores of Cineris Latro, Incendia Terra

As the sun rose on the sea of tents on the shore of Cineris Latro (Ember Bay) the colonists stirred. They began cooking meals over camp fires and the soldiers began their dawn patrols. The colonists didn't know it yet but a small group of natives was heading through the jungle toward the encampment. The dawn patrol sighted the natives as they climbed a ridge out of the rain forest that led to the center of the tent city.

"Commander, we have possible hostile natives approaching HQ. Our orders are to remain as peaceful as possible but make sure the civvies are ready."

The order was passed around and within minutes the sound of pistols and rifles being loaded and cocked could be heard throughout the tent city. The natives stumbled into the center of the camp and seemed shocked at what they saw. Within five seconds over two thousand weapons were trained on the ten natives. The natives hesitantly dropped their spears and bows and the one who seemed to be their leader began babbling incoherently in a language no one understood. The Commander dropped his rifle and walked slowly into the area where the natives stood. He doubted they'd understand English but there was always a chance that they could understand the Aurum Doman tribal language enough to communicate.

"We come in peace, we wish to settle here."

The natives looked at him curiously for a second then spoke a single word. A teenage boy no older than sixteen walked up to the Commander and surprisingly began speaking perfect Aurum Doman Tribal.

"It has been awhile since I have heard that tongue spoken. Many moons ago your people came here to trade. They brought us a metal as golden as the sun and in return we gave them some of our prized jade. One family settled here to act as representatives of their tribe. I am a descendant of that family. Your people have not been here in over one thousand years, we assumed you'd forgotten our island existed."

"We only learned of its existence recently and we came here to claim land and settle. Much has changed in a thousand years. We would like to see your Chief.

The boy nodded and then summarized what the Commander had said to his fellow tribesman. He beckoned for the Commander to follow him, he cautiously followed along with ten other soldiers.

"Lt Colonel Briggs is in charge until I return, if I don't return within two days, come into the jungle and find me."

Shores of Pudite Abundantia, Sovereign's Shield Task Force under Admiral Andreiko Rukulia
Two hours ago, the top of what was being called Mozolic's Plateau was a large field of long grass, with scattered patches of jungle growing up around the few trees that were there, all encircled by the dense walls of the jungle-proper.

Now, it was all mowed flat, the jungle cut back, the fields cleared of trees and foliage, and a massive chain fence had been thrown up around the encampment. At the center, a massive tent-pavilion was serving as the headquarters for General Mozolic, and was surrounded by a forest of smaller tents, housing the men of the 2nd Imperial Naval Infantry Battalion. Also, a wide landing pad, made of prefabricated iron grates laid flat, was home to a single HVC-01 Gunship, with room for another. The final piece of the camp was the thirty-foot steel tower at the inland side, again, a structure of pre-fabricated pieces only half-an-hour ago thrown together. Now, it housed a single heavy machine gun, and a pair of observers.

Pathfinder teams were active all around the plateau, and had discovered that, although the seaside edge of the landform was a sheer drop, the inland side was a more gradual slope. In fact, three-hundred feet below the encampment, a company of engineers had been deposited on the beach, and had begun clearing the trees and leveling the earth to facilitate a beach-to-camp roadway.

There had been no further contact with the natives, but the Dominion was not one to sit back and wait. A company of Imperial Naval Infantry had split into squads, and moved into the jungle, screening first the base of the plateau, then moving slowly inland. They were all on foot, as the jungles were too dense to allow even light vehicles, but that did not slow them.

Ninety percent of the Dominion was itself, tropical, and although the higher-officers nearly never left the three-thousand compounds that housed all native Pudites, the front-line soldiers were commonly employed in what was called 'Fire Patrols', where whole battalions were sent in to the forest, to curb the rather large population of rebels and other deviants therein. As it was, the men who survived these combats against what were surely the best light infantry the Dominion had ever encountered, became themselves excellent jungle fighters. The men of the 2nd Imperial Naval Infantry Battalion were some of those men.

The occupation had begun.

Osmiu Federal Building, Osmiu City
David Kensington, having by now returned to his office, was reading some papers that were spread on his desk.

An aide walked in, handing him a letter. Kensington muttered a thank you and opened the letter.

"We have something that may catch your interest..."

How mysterious, Kensington thought.

He scribbled out a reply and sent it back.

Do what you like with whatever you've found, unless you consider it of major importance or notoriety, in which case I would recommend protecting the area from development.

Sea of Osmiu, Southeast of Vetakan Territory

The convoy of merchant vessels and amphibious landing ships was rounding the small peninsula. They were carrying supplies with which to construct a small trade and transfer outpost.

Helicopters on the landing ships took off and headed for the beach.

Adam Wincenty, Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis and now, for all intents of purposes, emperor of the Ennuisian Republican Empire, sat in a relatively small conference room around a semi-circular table facing a large projection screen.

“Admiral Neza, I applaud your decision of these three sectors, we hold de-facto control over the western waterways, and can blockade them at our leisure.”

“Correct sir,” laughed the Admiral of the Maritime Guard.

“Gentlemen and women, we will need to establish a colonial affairs office for these islands. Following conventions, the supreme commander will be granted the title of Administrator, and an ambassador will be dispatched to… Osmiu City to represent our nation and interests in what ever makeshift senate they create.”

“Sir, as Arch Arsonist,” chipped Klara Mykhaila, director of the State Department “you are responsible for deciding on names for the islands, as well as the overall naming of the colony.”

“Very well, we’ll call our holdings Chambre des Ennuis, following our heritage. Our main holdings on J2 and J4 will be the capital of our holdings, we’ll call it Île De Montre De Ciel. We will call the island marked as F1 and F2 Fleur des Îles. I know we only hold half the island officially, but with no one claiming it, I want us to covertly seize it from foreign occupiers. Lastly, we will call the long, spindly island marked “#d” as Île Noire De Serpent.”
Adam took a drink as the names he pronounced quickly were overlaid on their respective isles.

“I have been asked by an old friend to put the newly retired Lieutenant General Loïc Alan as Administrator to the isle. He has no family to speak of, and has no qualms about moving. Viktor, who would you recommend for ambassador?”

“Sir, several of my section heads have endorsed a young woman named Anahid Maral, formerly our ambassador to West Corinthia, as perfect for the job. She…”

“Thank you, Director. I trust your judgment, and no explanation is necessary” interrupted Adam, to which the Director of International Relations smiled.

“This will be a military occupation until suitable civilian infrastructure can be built up. I believe, based on estimated sizes of these islands, that a ranger division for each island should suffice, with additional engineering battalions temporarily re-assigned from heavier elements until colonial defense forces can be erected. Admiral Neza, your maritime guard fleets are more suited to this environment than the CBGs and AAGs. Pick three and dispatch a group to each island in the chain to support our rangers. Are there any other concerns?”

“Sir,” spoke Dr. Svetlana Pendick, Chief of the Disease Control Administration, “we do not know what diseases the natives might have, nor are we sure how they will react to diseases we might introduce. I recommend a forceful vaccination program. I am not sure how they will react, but my administration must enforce a quarantine until pathogens are contained.”

“Agreed. The military will enforce this ruling. Gentlemen and women, one thing is clear: the natives are now, whether they know it or not, Ennuisian Citizens. Kathryn and Natalka, send whatever survey teams you deem necessary to determine the economic vitality of these colonies. Klara and Viktor, kindly inform Mr. Alan and Miss. Maral of their new positions. Dismissed.”

Official Skibereenian Statement

With regards to the section of land(N5) in the Akimonad islands known as Osmiu.

The Skibereenian Foreign Affairs Ministry along with several other interested government agencies choose that section for very specific reasons, not the least of which was proximity to the lands of the Federal Republican Duchydom of Franberry.

It is currently not the policy scope to give over the area for any reason.

It is however the understanding of this office that in the future the land may be available.

Regretfully however, the current policy must decline any offer for the land.

Office of Procurement

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Official Statement from the Federal Republican Duchydom of Franberry
Colonial Secretariat of Iberá for Osmian Affairs

The Colonial Secretariat of Iberá for Osmian Affairs fully understands and respects the current policy choice about the status of territory "N5". Should you ever change status on the subject, however, please take into account that Franberry shall not only be interested, but also willing to arrange a most "comfortable" payment solution.

Dios guarde a Vuestra Honorabilidad,

The Will of the Iberán Colonials,
Colonial Chancellor for the Iberá,
Servant of the Franberrian Government and its People,

José Raúl Estivares

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Official Prestonian Communique
Prestonian Colonial Governance Department, Osmiu Section

To: Government of the Armed Republic of Aurum Domus

Greetings, ally. As you may or may not be aware, the Prestonian Imperium has recently acquired a parcel of land on the same island as yourselves. After preliminary scouting reported a high concentration of precious metals and natural resources, we have become interested in these lands, with the ultimate objective of uniting the island under the Prestonian banner.

If it is possible, we would like to negotiate the purchase of your share of this island. As we are mutual allies within UFAN, such a purchase would ultimately be beneficial for both Prestonia and Aurum Domus.

Please reply in good order.

With Warmest Regards,
Sir Richard T. Gibbons
Colonial Governor, Prestonian Osmiu

Downtown Osmiu City, 11:53 PM

Rain pattered the windows of the Viceroy's comfortable apartment in downtown Osmiu City, a rather warm memory of his home in Vetalia as well as of his wife and children. Thankfully, they would be able to join him in a few weeks' time, but it was still difficult being so far from home, especially for a man who spent most of his life working in the Ministry of Economic Development, in an office no more than twenty miles from his childhood home in Kalograd.

However, such thoughts had to be reserved for leisure time, not when the director of the Nosovgrad project was briefing him on the current status on the island's development.

"Based upon our sample of villages, we estimate a population of sixteen thousand natives each grouped in to 160 settlements, with a mean population of 100 and standard deviation of 15 people per village. These settlements should all fall within a range of approximately 70 to 131 people per village, with 99% confidence."

"Good, good. Did you contact them yet?"
"No, our linguistics team from the University of Kalograd hasn't arrived yet. We plan to initiate contact by week's end, all things equal."
"That's fine...best to ensure our own operations are functional before we bring in any more people. Speaking of which, what's the status report on construction?"

"Things are going well. I have some reports in my briefcase, but I'll give you a brief overview now so you can check them later. Our teams have constructed enough temporary housing for 300 workers, mainly the engineers at this point, with about 10 new prefabs per day going up. We've dug 10 test wells, all producing potable water, and all waste treatment is being safely handled by our portable treatment facility. We'll need to scale it up as the population rises, but it's not a difficult issue, especially with Osmiu City so close to our main site."

Let's see here...land is being cleared at around an acre per day, although we plan to temporarily halt clearing when we are 50 miles from the nearest native settlement. This should ramp up as more heavy equipment is brought in. No valuable woods have been discovered yet, but there is a lot of good quality timber for other uses. Electricity is still generator-based, and will be until we can get an accurate survey of energy resources."

"Supplies are good, raw materials are good, and we're operating at around 63% productivity right now. My head field manager tells me we'll be up to 70% once the port is complete, which should be by the end of the month, and we'll be working at optimal levels by year's end, all things equal."

"Excellent. The Ministry will be pleased to hear about this in my formal report next Monday..."

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Victorious, Flagship of the Vetakan Osmiu Colonial Force (VOCF), Osmiu Vetakan Waters:

The Preatonian built Victorious Class battleship was now the proud flagship of the Vetakan Osmiu Colonial Force leading a fleet of some 25 Vessels she flew the colours of the Tribe, Vetaka, Wagdog, Animarinia and the Questarian Commonwealth proudly above the fleet commanded by Honoured Admiral Emma Watson they had been sailing for some 4 days now out of New Helgan Naval Base with a brief stop over at Flanders Naval Base in Honako. The Colonial Forces mission was simple "To Prepare the lands for Colonization" such words had never been uttered within the Vetakan Military or Government during Vetaka's Republican Democratic years successive Freedom Party led Vetakan Governments had followed a hard line of "No Imperialism" viewing such Imperial Ideology as outdated and ineffective at defending and furthering the interests of the nation they had instead followed what they defined as "Strategic Imperialism" which was a policy of securing land around the world from which to construct Naval Military Bases it was a policy that had been very successful with the Vetakan Defence Force maintaining deployments around the world such as in Honako, Allanea, Kampfers, Animarinia and more.

However with the dawn of the Tribal Chiefdom of Vetaka ruled by the Chieftain of the White Phoenix came the dawn of new ideology the current Chieftain Quicksilver wanted Vetaka to be a proud nation one that respected every other nation but demanded such nations respected Vetaka as a result on hearing of the Osmiu he had ordered the Tribal Chiefdom stake its claim not out of Imperialistic desire but because he saw his own tribal and people in the eyes of the Osmiu natives he wanted to protect them and nurture them after all from what Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service (VSIS) was suggesting other nations and colonials within the Osmiu region where treating their various newly acquired citizenary with nothing but abuse, oppression and disrespect a policy Chieftain Quicksilver despised and had made clear Vetakan Colonial Forces would not follow as a result now the Fleet had arrived they came to a halt and waited from the flagship a lone RIB boat was lowered into the Water completely unarmed a single white flag fluttered in the wind a small Black Phoenix was em blazed across it in total 1 man and 1 women jumped down into the boat they both wore well worn Tribal like robes beneath them they wore Hinta body armour in a quick draw back slung swords where sheathed and slung over their shoulder where well used handmade rifles.

They brought the boat to life and sped away from the fleet towards the new lands speeding through the water they eventually got to the coast coming to a halt they anchored the boat and waded ashore. All was quiet above natures natural sounds it was deserted the two Tribal Warrior Scouts made their away off the unspoiled beach and further in land they came a halt in a untouched pasture around 700 meters away from the beach for around 50 meters in front of them approached a group of some 30 Native Indians armed with Spears and Bows they came to a halt and watched the Scouts for a few minutes their was a tense silence before the Scouts advanced forward to within 10 meters of the group their they dropped their weaponary to the floor and stepped back before dropping to their knees.

The natives seemed confused they themselves moved back slightly but one man an oldish man in his sixties stepped forward his walking stick in hand he reached the Scouts weapons and disarmed himself on top of theirs and stepped forward this time without his walking stick he eventually reached the Scouts bending down he smiled the Scouts returned the smile but the old man coughed and wheezed he had some sort of common cold but no immunity to combat it his followers looked around nervously the Scouts lay him down and drew a Canteen of Water they poured it into his mouth and on his head to cool him before one of the Scouts drew a food ration it was a simple high energy chocolate bar he undid the wrapping and broke a piece off and bit it the other Scout did the same whilst the first broke off a considerably larger piece and offered it the old native whom smiled and ate it he then took to his knees and put his hands on the females Scouts head she put her hands on his head and they began to connect psychically it was just the two of them normal reality had dissolved and their minds had become one she saw the natives fear and the stories they had heard of people whom had come and killed them the native saw the thoughts of the Scouts of how Vetaka had come to protect them and nurture them eventually they blinked and the native tearful smiled and stood to his feet turning on his heel he made his way back to his nervous crowd uttering a few words they broke into a euphoric roar and scattered the old man turned to the Scouts and nodded they returned the nod and stood the female Scout took out a PDA and hit a few buttons sending the green light to the fleet the ships burst into life as Food, Water, Shelter and other humanitarian aid began to flood into the Colony Men and Women of Vetaka approached the various settlements with caution and respect but they where welcomed most happily few news had spread these visters where friends. The Colonization of Vetakan Osmiu had begun.

Ruhtinala, Uusmaa Island, NW Osmiu Islands

The Northern Rangerians were an industrious people, and in no time at all the temporary houses and tents of the new colony had been raised. Also, the engineers of the 2nd Coastal Jaeger Regiment had begun building a protective cement barricade around the city, as well as discussing - with the help of professor Terilä, of course - with the natives about the lay of the land. Apparently they were at a major river mouth here, an entrypoint for Osmiuni natives from other islands, if they wanted to travel inland to the villages there. The geologists wanted to head inland to find out if there were oil or precious stones buried in the soil of the land, while the fregate HMS Rauscu had been dispatched to the south-west, to scout the shoreline for any villages - and most importantly, to secure the isthmus that connected the new colony to its sister island. The Aqua Anu had claimed half of that island, while most of the eastern and northern parts of the island - the very areas bordering Uusmaa - were yet to be colonised.

Governor Matsela felt all this pressures and more on his back. There were intel reports coming in of approaching colony and battle ships. Not unusual, considering the natural state the islands were in, but still... The situation made Matsela weary. The Osmiu islands could very well become a hotspot for international crisis, should one or more of the colonising powers try and seek dominance over the region. Mer des Ennuis controlled most of the western waterways towards Akimonadi Osmiu, and Damirez held sway in the north. Zoingo could easily control the northeastern passage between the islands Lima and Mike. Still, there was a silver lining to that clowd: except for Mer des Ennuis, most of these possible 'rogues' were on the eastern islands. So the situation may not be as dire as it could be.

Still, better be safe than sorry... Governor Matsela had already requested reinforcements to the island, naval support for now until an airbase could be built. Machine gun turrets had already been lifted on the perimeter, and the fregate HMS Turka was still anchored in the bay.

In the next few days, Matsela and his men managed to establish contact with two native tribes on the island - the Gawara and the Picori - and convince them to sell land for more coastal settlements. Besides the original colony - dubbed Ruhtinala, 'Prince's Town' - other colonies were quickly established. On the southeastern shore, on top of a rocky cliff, was established a lookout post with the help of the Picori. Equipment from the NRDC soon made possible to have long-range radar readings from the waterway that separated Uusmaa from the the colonies of Mer des Ennuis, Aqua Anu and Weccanfield. Near the isthmus to the island designated as Kilo, with its Aqua Anu colony, a small scientific settlement was made, protected by a company from the 2nd Coastal Jaeger Regiment. Their task would be to map the northeastern seaboard and the mountains running along the shoreline, as well as make peaceful contact with the local natives.

Names were also rising out of all this: the lookout post was dubbed Picori Rock after the tribe that allowed settlement there, and the expedition base camp was dubbed University Bay. Settlement was also encouraged, and the first civilian population arrived on the island: shopkeepers, professional hunters, fishermen... Still, the settlers remained within the confines of the colony towns, with the exception of the hunters, who - when properly checked and licensed - were given permission to leave the towns and go hunting inland with the natives. The only terms on this were that they were to bring back information about the terrain, as well as remain in friendly terms with the natives.

Things were looking up...

The otherwise quiet and normal morning was interrupted by motor noise as bulldozers, humvees and construction vehicles drove onto the beach from their landing crafts.
Hundreds of small boats brought soldiers and laborers to the shore, and they started clearing the trees and making way for the construction of Samile City, the capital of Boranesia's first colony.
The soldiers were divided into platoons, and entered the jungle. There had been reports of a large native population on the island, and while nobody wanted a fight, the colonists hoped that a display of their overwhelming might would scare the natives into submission.
On a yacht close to the shore, a small group of men watched the whole ordeal. Among them were Royler Rickson, the president of the Randle Coffee Company, who hoped to build coffee plantations here, Checo Ramirez, the president of Ramirez Ecological Fruit, who hoped to build banana, papaya and pineapple plantations on the island and Richard Weller, president of the newly started Sag Petrol Corporation, who hoped to build oil wells and construct a refinery on the island. Behind them stood Alfred Santos, General in the Boranesian Army and commander of The Guard Hunter Brigade, a brigade that is trained for jungle warfare, totally 10.000 men, of which 7.000 are combatants. They had high hopes for the colony, and they were going to do their best to make their hopes come true.

Port Royal, Zoingo

A fleet of 10 ships, charted by the Zoingo Colonization Company, was preparing to leave shore, and set sail for the mysterious Osmiu Islands that was discovered by Akmonaid. This was not their first colony that the Company had to deal with, in fact, at least 7 other colonies were charted by them, and with their experience, they set out to find new resources, gain wealth and trade, and bring culture to a new land for them.

Now, loaded with all the nessecary building supplies, crop seeds, water, medical needs, and over 25,000 workers, planners, and colonists, the ships left port in hopes of gaining personal glory for their country, and themselves.....

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Osmiu Islands, Middle of Zoingonian Claim

The ships, sailing for about a week, had finally spot their claim, and made landfall...

The first couple of days for the new residents was quite hectic, as planners sought out the best locations for certain landmarks, and had to deal with people's property claims, as well as clearing land for the colony. But slowley and shurly, the colony started to function, and things started to look hopefull for them.....

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

Cargo ships filled up the small bay as supplies and settlers came ashore. This land was their home from now on. By now over four hundred thousand people where on the shores of the island claim Nova Terre. Many of them where not even British many where from the UK2 Commonwealth, India23, The colony of Mexico, Falkland Islands and The colony of Kingston and Isle of Man. Also with them five thousand troops had made their way through the crowds. They where to keep order and justice in the colony and use force if they needed to.

The newly appointed Premier, Dalton Clark went through thecrowds shaking hands and qith the new settlers. He made his way quickly to a small platform in order to address the people.

"Fellow settlers today we have made history again as we crossed the sea to form this colony of Nova Terre. As the newly appointed Premier and hopefully elected my goals for this colony is to make peace with the one hundred thousand natives and invite them to join and live with us. My second goal is build habours along the coasts in which we can start trade with the other colonies and our mother-countries. And my last and finale goal for this year is to start building a colony that could hold three million people and that we will be able to protect ourselves when the time comes thank you".

Right after his speech the settlers wasted no time and started leaving the shore that would become one of the habours. Many settlers started clearing land close to the shore but many went into the deep on the islands and started clearing from their. After hours of back breaking work half of the island was cleared and was ready to be built on. The settlers picked the shore they arrived from as their capital, they had brought tools with them and by no time they had started to build the capital.

The breeze rolling in from the southern ocean rustled the palms lining the white beaches and would have pushed larger whitecaps against the sand but for an invisible sandbar a few dozen metres from the coastline. Up and down the beach, people with tanned skin thrust handcrafted spears into the surf–the lucky spearing fish and skates that would later be grilled on fires and seasoned with fruits plucked from trees and shrubs dotting the interior.

Yet none of that was visible to the men and women sitting behind computer terminals in Georgetown, thousands of kilometres away from the islands of Osmiu. "What do we have, Donald?" asked a bespectacled man with thinning grey hair atop a wide face that was attached to an even wider body. Roger Cullins was the officer on duty for the overnight shift at the Office of Royal Navy Intelligence's orbital observation station. Since the Foreign Office had received clearance to colonise the southern portions of one of the islands the Royal Navy had taken great pains to photograph and then analyse the new Oceanian colony–all long before the earliest UK asset would arrive in theatre.

"More natives, sir," a more athletically-minded junior officer replied, his eyes not wandering from the crisp, streaming images. "At least, say a dozen along this sector of the shoreline and a village of four dozen about two kilometres inland." Using his mouse, the officer zoomed out of that segment of the shoreline and moved in towards a large natural harbour off to the east. The larger and more ideal harbour was, however, home to a middle-sized village of nearly a hundred natives–and was therefore not a possibility for the first Oceanian settlement.

"How is LZ Gamma shaping up?" Cullins then inquired.

"Still very little activity, sir." An earlier shift had reported a small party of two individuals wandering around the harbour that Donald was scanning. But by all accounts whoever had been wandering had since departed.

"Well, mark the location for hydrographic survey and let us move on to LZ Epsilon."

Rockingham, United Kingdom

George Montford raised the slender champagne glass, its contents bubbling, and smiled to the small crowd gather before him. "To the Oceanian South Osmiu Company, ladies and gentlemen." The small room, a corner office on the thirty-fifth floor of a glass high rise, erupted into applause. For nearly two weeks Montford had been attempting to persuade the Colonial Secretary of the viability of what had then been a proposed colonial endeavour. Now, Akimonad had acquiesced to the Government's request and the Government had issued the legal necessities authorising Montford venture to begin settling the Oceanian sector of the island.

Much of the ceremonial formalities, of course, still needed attending, however, the official paperwork had been completed and in the morning the first set of cargo ships would set sail from Rockingham, Inverness, and Churchill to rendezvous off the southern coast of New Britain. There a small Royal Navy force would join the commercial vessels and escort them to Osmiu. Despite the fact that the land was uncivilised, Montford had already managed to book passage as a guest aboard one of the Royal Navy vessels, vessels far better suited to long voyages than the cargo ships.

"This," Montford began, "please, quiet everyone," he added after realising that too many people were simply too excited to pay attention to the maps brought to the surface of the digital table. "This is our immediate objective, a large, deep-water harbour that initial estimates site as being suitable for large cargo vessels."

At that moment, a tall and slender man, dressed in a smart, black Royal Navy suit took several steps towards the table. "Mr. Montford, please do recall our earlier discussion," he said before retiring back to the wall.

"Ah," Montford said, shooting a menacing glare at the Royal Navy officer who had disappeared again. "Well, yes, the ever-efficient Office of Royal Navy Intelligence," Montford made certain to emphasise the contradiction in terms, "informs us that this area may host one, potentially two native villages. Unfortunately, under the regulations guiding our endeavour, His Majesty's Government would rather us leave the native settlements in peace until we reach a negotiated and equitable settlement."

The room quietly laughed, nowhere else in the history of the relatively young Oceanian Empire had settlers bothered to negotiate equitable treaties with natives. "In the case that the natives prove rather unwilling to negotiate, we have identified a secondary location for establishing our first settlement." Montford used his fingers running along the glass surface to zoom out of his view of the island and then back in upon a different section. "I have received assurances from the Government that a sufficient force of military personnel will be present to provide security given that we have not yet established contact with the natives."

"But enough of all this, let us enjoy our success," Montford added, quickly realising that the major investors were far more interested in the champagne and the sun setting upon the inland sea that lay just beyond the windows of the office. He quickly took a sip of his own drink before looking hesitantly at the ships sailing about Rockingham's harbour. He hated the sea.

Baroso, Royal Crown Colony of Recedentia

The city of Baroso was a river port, situated upon the northern side of a canal that separated the Oceanian colony from a native kingdom. Ordinarily the river so far inland would be unnavigable given the silty delta, but the United Kingdom had entered into an agreement with the Brimati Kingdom to construct a canal in exchange for sharing navigation rights along the length of the river that wound its way into the mineral rich mountains near Alium. North of the city, however, a vast plain stretched between the sea and the foothills. It was there that Major General Thomas Wolfe had trained his unit, the 4th Infantry Division.

Originally, his force had been stationed in the distant colony to protect against the threat posed by the al Muslimeen threat. Fortunately, the new government in Georgetown had managed to cool relations between the two rival states and so his unit moved south from the mountainous northern border to the southern border with the Brimati. But, two weeks ago he had received a telephone call from his commanding officer in Iarapoco, a port further north, that a new Oceanian colony would require one of his infantry brigades–his sharpest and best trained.

A knock on Wolfe's door disturbed the general from the view of the sun setting over the distant western mountains. He glanced at his wrist and found that he had lost track of a whole fifteen minutes. "Come in," he near shouted, knowing full well who it would be.

"General," came the voice of a younger general, Brigadier General David Harrison, commanding officer of the 7th Infantry Brigade. "You wished to see me?"

"Indeed, come in, David." Wolfe waved the younger officer into his office. "Please, sit down."

"Thank you, sir." Harrison calmly took a seat while Wolfe poured each man a glass of ice water, always welcome in the muggy delta despite central air.

"Do you remember when I informed you that Iarapoco wanted your unit to prepare for departure to a new colony?"

"Yes, sir. Has the order come?"

Wolfe laughed at Harrison's question.

"Indeed. This afternoon Parliament voted to support the mission and the new private company that will be organising the colony. The 7th will be the first garrison force and you are to fly with an advance company back to the Home Islands and set sail with the landing force." Wolfe took a moment to drink his water, watching the semi-disbelief in Harrison's eyes.

"A mere company, sir?"

Again Wolfe laughed, "I know. Damn bureaucrats have no real grasp of what they should need. Mike," Wolfe said, referring to the brigade's deputy commander, "is capable of organising the unit for shipping out, no?"

"Of course, sir. And with two weeks notice we have had ample time to ready the essentials–we are simply waiting on the bloody navy to sail down to Baroso and pick us up."

"Tuesday an amphibious assault force sets sail from Iarapoco to transport your command to this new colony."

"So when do I leave?"

HMS Echo
Ten Days Later

Commander Warren Lighter cleared the screen of the recent data. "I doubt Mr. Montford shall much care for that," he muttered to himself.

"Pardon, sir?" his executive officer chimed in from across the plotting table.

Lighter smiled. "He had been hoping to find a navigable channel into this harbour here for ships drawing fifteen metres. The last soundings information puts maximum draught at ten and a quarter."

Now it was the XO's turn to laugh. "The escorts will barely make it in here." The two looked out the bride windows at the palm-lined beaches surrounding their hydrographic survey ship. Along with a frigate and an oiler, the survey ship had set sail near immediately from Devonport to gather information on which of the potential landing sites would be most optimal for supporting Royal Navy operations. While the two other vessels lay at anchor off the coast, the Echo had the task of carefully sailing into small and narrow waterways to take preliminary soundings and analyse the results. Thus far, the uninhabited sites, while still possible, remained less than ideal.

"Time to get our heads chewed off once again," Lighter mockingly moaned. Montford had been less-than-pleased to hear Lighter's consistently negative reports about each landing site, especially as the initial landing force drew nearer daily.

uncharted bay, uncharted island

Lieutenant Nicholas Osborne pulled the binoculars up from his chest and peered through to the distant shoreline. He was leading a small party to survey the shallows of the bay in the Echo's small survey boat. His initial scans of the bottom showed a navigable channel of at least twenty metres, potentially more. Now he needed to approach the various coves and inlets that dotted the interior of the bay to find adequate landing spots.

The boat motored slowly towards a narrow opening around which were clustered palms and other trees–potentially indicating a source of freshwater, as the satellite photography indicated thick vegetation in the immediate vicinity. "Slow her down," he called out to the ensign operating the craft as he spotted several boats sail out of the inlet.

"What do we have here," he muttered to himself. "Bring us to bear, I want to present as minimal an aspect as possible," Osborne ordered. He let one hand drift off the binoculars as he felt for the radio safely tucked inside his belt. "What the bloody hell are those?" he asked nobody in particular. Not wanting to disturb the only other officer aboard, he turned around to find a rating holding a rifle, his fingers clenching and then releasing the grip. "What do you make of this, sailor?"

The rating took his turn to peer through the binoculars to find a strange sight, an ungainly sort of vessel with numerous protuberances as unrecognisable to him as to the lieutenant. "No idea, sir."

"Very well," Osborne said, "thank you." He took one more glance at the boats, now approaching at a considerably more rapid pace. He pulled the radio from his belt, "Echo, this is Return, we have three, no, make that four unidentified craft, probably motorised on rapid approach. Request instructions."

"Wait one, Return." the radio cackled.

"Ensign, bring us about and raise the asdic, if you please," Osborne added quickly, no longer waiting for orders from Lighter. Slowly the survey boat turned about while its bottom-scanning devices were secured. Then a thunderous rapport ripped apart the tranquility of the bay.

"What the–"

"Sir," the rating shouted, pointing to a plume of water off the starboard bow.

"Get us out of here, ensign," Osborne yelled as a second loud noise echoed across the bay as a plume of water rose even nearer the bow. A third followed and Osborne watched a plume rise abaft the survey boat.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. He picked up the radio, "Echo, this is Return, we are taking hostile fire. Requesting immediate assistance."

"Confirm last, Return," the ship's communication officer responded.

"Damnit Jones, we are taking fire!" Osborne shouted, his loss of cool drawing nervous glances from the ratings who had previously been monitoring the hydrographic equipment.

"Very well, Return. You are done out there, come back home."

The Echo was still a few hundred metres distant from the survey boat, and as far as Osborne could discern, the small native boats were far closer and were now closing. He quickly began to count off seconds from landmarks to gain a quick estimate of the time necessary to fall under the protection of the Echo's guns. As he completed the quick computations he turned to face the ratings assembled around him.

"Arm yourselves, gentlemen," he said far more evenly than he had been a moment before. Turning to the ensign steering the boat at flank speed towards the Echo, he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Keep us steady, Max."

In less than three minutes the native boats, four of them, surrounded the survey boat with people lining the rails waving what Osborne could only assume to be guns or projectile weapons of some sort. "I daresay, Max, they do not look the most friendly folks."

The ensign nervously smiled, appreciating the attempted brave face put forth by the lieutenant. "Indeed, sir."

Osborne picked up his radio once more and glanced about the sailors now all wielding their own rifles. "Echo, this is Return, I believe we are being ordered to surrender at gunpoint. I do not intend to let them step aboard, sir." Without waiting for a response, he placed the radio next to the ensign, "make for the ship, ensign."

Walking a few steps back towards the ratings armed with rifles, Osborne took one for himself. As he picked it up, a native let loose a round that cracked above the Oceanian sailors' heads. "Men, for Crown and Country." Osborne steadied himself as best as possible on the speeding boat and took aim at one of his native counterparts and depressed the trigger.

From the bridge of the Echo, now delicately racing closer towards her survey boat while remaining wary of the rapidly shallowing sea beneath her, Lighter watched through his own pair of binoculars. Two of his men were laying at gross angles upon the deck of the survey boat while tracer fire raced from the Oceanian boat towards the natives.

"Sir," the executive officer shouted, "we are within range."

"Damnit, man, open fire!"

From the bow the rapid-fire gun began to spew its own far larger rounds at the natives boats, a trail of splashes leading up to one boat before slicing across the boat roughly amidships. A second later the boat exploded in a tremendous fireball. The remaining native boats quickly turned about, and once their sterns faced the survey boat each fired a shot at the survey boat. One lucky shot struck the stern of the vessel, disabling the boat and setting it adrift, but now within the range of the Echo's gun.

HMS Tiberon

The flagship of Commodore Amy Spencer was only a light carrier, for this mission equipped with over forty helicopters and a company of Royal Marines. None of that was any consolation to Captain Lighter, however. He had been rather irate, and she truthfully understood. Poking around the neighbourhood of strangers was frankly rude and insensitive–and now four persons were dead and the United Kingdom in a state of de facto war against some native peoples whom she, nor the Admiralty, could identify from any other native peoples.

"Did we obtain the survey data," a familiar, yet grating voice inquired from behind her without any other introduction. Per usual.

"Mr. Montford," she replied calmly, without turning to meet the man's gaze. "Four Royal Navy personnel are dead. I do believe your survey data can wait until we assess the situation."

"The situation," he scoffed. "The situation is that every day we remain at sea we lose nearly a million pounds. We need to make landfall soon, Captain."

"Commodore."

"Excuse me?" Montford asked, confusion apparent in his voice.

Spencer finally turned around. Her blue eyes cold, yet blazing with an anger otherwise professionally contained. "I am a commodore in the Royal Navy, sir. And you shall address me as such. Now, until I have talked to the Royal Marines and the Army aboard there will be no landing operations. The safety of this ship and my crew are paramount. Are we understood."

"Certainly, Commodore," Montford replied, practically spitting the rank out along with his contempt for the woman. "Although I do not see what the fuss is about," he added under his breath turning to walk out of Operations. "It was only four bloody sailors."

18 Hours Later

Harrison glanced at the satellite map displayed before him. Despite the usual jokes about the lack of sophistication characteristic of the Royal Marines, they at least did have nifty tools aboard their transports. Not that it was a Royal Marine vessel, he reminded himself with a smile. It was a Royal Navy carrier after all. "The Ministry provided this to us, identifying what we believe to be the village hosting those boats that engaged the survey party. It is situated upon a cove at the far side of this bay here," Harrison pointed to another map that showed the whole of the area, not just the cove in particular. "The photographs we have receive indicate ten ships in the water with what appear to be another ten hauled ashore here," he pointed to one location, "and here," and then to another. "This is obviously not a simple native tribe, gentlemen."

As the commanding officer of ground forces, any landing operation would be under Harrison's command–despite the fact that the Royal Marines outnumbered him by about four to one. The inter-service rivalry had, however, been largely put aside given the circumstances. An opposed landing against an enemy of unknown strength.

"Why not simply land elsewhere," one of the marines present asked.

"Because the civilians in charge want us to land here," Harrison responded. "This is also the best site thus identified by surveys for unloading the fleet and for landing us, especially on these beaches on the western side of the bay."

"Could we not simply shell them into submission," a Royal Navy liaison officer inquired.

"We could, but the Foreign Office would rather us preserve any native settlements and hopefully ascribe yesterday's events as nothing more than a tragic misunderstanding. Their words, ladies and gentlemen," he quickly added to the laughter of the present officers.

"Operation Arcon," Harrison continued apace, "therefore consists of a joint aerial and maritime insertion. We know that this channel is navigable and so the frigate Endymion will enter to be followed by the landing craft for my company of infantrymen. The Royal Navy will provide cover as the landing craft land just to the west of the village and as the Cormorants arrive from the Tiberon and deposit the marines on this clearing east of the village. With these bluffs north of the village the villages should be caught without a route to escape. By noon the village should be ours. Any questions?"

"Aerial support?" one of Harrison's officers asked.

"We have rigged machine guns to the deck of two of the Royal Navy's Sea Falcons. While not the best platform, it is my hope that these two helicopters shall provide ample close air support should it prove necessary. As you know our helicopters shall not arrive for a bit longer, Jack."

"Anything else?"

"Where is the nearest pub?" one of the Royal Marines asked.

"As we shall be done first, mate, we shall find it for you," one of the army officers replied drawing a laugh from Harrison and all present.

HMS Endymion
Three Hours Later

Aboard the frigate that had led the army's landing boats into the bay, Harrison watched from the bridge as flares streamed up from the beaches and fields. Occasional orange flashes silhouetted the jungle and the hills and the taller structures of the village that Harrison presumed to be similar to churches back home.

An aide brought him a small slip of paper that Harrison took quietly. He briefly read the contents. Apparently the natives had readied some defences–though probably long before the arrival of the Oceanians. Already he could inform Georgetown that seven marines and eight soldiers had died only just to reach the outskirts of the village, apparently constructed of homes built of rock quarried from the hills north of the settlement.

For another hour he watched the telltale signs of battle, occasionally brought updates from Operations. Slowly, however, the sights and the sounds dwindled until a single bright flare rose above the village. A moment later another message from the ground commanders arrived via an aide. The village had been taken. All told, some forty or so natives had died, including women and children apparently, along with twenty-seven Oceanians. But the village was in Oceanian hands, the survivors being rounded up into a large stone building for processing as prisoners.

The sun was glaring, the hot rays coming from every direction as it was reflected on the surface of the sea and the white sand of the beach. As if the sun itself opposed the pereinese. In this battle of wills however, the sun would not be the victor. Sun and heat were not unknown in the homeland, and it was not much warmer here. In fact, with the cold winds coming in from the sea it was quite pleasant.

Having established the colony along the delta of a river, fresh water would not be a problem. The clean water was running its course through the group of white buildings, atop the largest one waved the pink and white flag.

It had not taken a long time for the natives to take contact, at first it had seemed they were hostile. But it seemed that they had recogniced the symbols of peace the Pereinese had drawn in the sand around the camp.
A' of the line of Lyfa peered at his friends trying to communicate with the native delegation, to his understanding things were progressing well, surprisingly well actually. It almost seemed as the two groups understood each others on some level.

A' went to inspect the preparation of the university building. Personally he felt it would be better to wait with it, but the officials back home had decided it seemed. They probably wanted to establish it as a sign that the universities were a sign of all things Pereinese, that was the official version of it anyways.
He suspected it was more of a demonstration of power, a sign of the all-reaching arms of the Sho, the Valdruh and the Ghan lines.
They held any real power in the homeland, it was very difficult to reach any major position without being a part of those lines.
But he was sure they would be happy, the building was coming along fine it wiuld probably be ready in a few days.

A' continued inspecting the growing encampment before Yana caught his attention, it seemed the natives had returned to the depths of the jungle.
A', it seems the natives have the same language root as we have, quite a surprise. But it makes communication with them rather easy so no complaints from me
He smiled warmly.
Excellent. Try to learn their customs and such. We do not want cultural differences to end a possible friendship.
The short woman nodded, the golden ornaments in her hair casting reflections all around her, and then walked over to the anthroplogists and diplomats to discuss how to proceed.

A' turned around and stared out over the sea. He barely listened as Eny'o reported that the other encampments had reported similar meetings.
He just kept staring at the island at the horizon and the boats floating in the turqouise water. He kept thinking that it was too easy, that something bad was bound to happen. Hopefully he was wrong.

Headquarters of the Colonial Secretariat of Iberá,
Novo Ayres,
Northern Iberá

"Peaches, peaches and more peaches! As far as the eye can see! That will be the sight to behold all over this island soon!" exclaimed Von Bob in an overly-exited tone. A man of sort stature, whom some might denominate a "midget", "little person", "gnome", ect., who sported a magnificent mustache and beard. Although the people listening to him were distracted by his ridiculous blue hat, which had a massive golden buckle in the center, they nevertheless understood the point, this was good land for peach farming.

"Well, yes, mister Von Bob, we see the point, this land shall serve well for growing peaches. How will you set this all up?" Inquired the Colonial Chancellor for the Iberá, José Raúl Estivares.

Von Bob drew down the display canvas that had been kept rolled up at his end of the room, at the same time, he instructed his assistant to play the slides. "As you can see here, these are the areas that are available for peach farming, obviously, as shown by this chart, almost the entirety of the surface. They will be set up in the following manner, allowing for crop rotation, and year-round harvesting."

"Year round?"

"Yes, the temperate climate of this island allows us to harvest practically in 3 seasons, with the exclusion of winter. Therefore, we can have important harvests in spring and summer, and a lighter one in autumn, leaving time and space to rotate crops through the fields. We can find other crops to do the rotation with."

"Yes, could they be basic crops? As to ensure some sort of sustainability for this island is home-grown?"

"Yes, areas can also be put aside for cow grazing."

"Excellent, excellent. Leave your extended report here, it shall be read, we will get back to you soon."

"Thank you, your excellency." Von Bob said, bowing deeply.

"And you can rest assured, there are high hopes that this land shall be soon covered in peach farms." José Raúl said.

Von Bob touched the brim of his hat with his finger, donned a bright green coat, grabbed his walking cane, and made his way out of the room, the distinct and powerful perfume that he wore lingering for quite some time, marking his presence there.

Ruhtinala, Uusmaa Colony

Governor Jaako Matsela had reason to be proud: in a matter of days, the Principality had established a good foothold in the Osmiu Islands. The new provincial capital of Ruhtinala was swiftly rising at the mouth of the Gawara River, and with the land bought from the local tribe of the same name, the work had begun on building an airstrip. The bay was already teeming with Navy and merchant vessels from the Principality, bringing in supplies, materials and settlers. The Picori Rock outpost had also begun functioning properly, providing ample data on the goings on in the narrow passage between Uusmaa and the Mer des Ennuis colony, this "Île De Montre De Ciel" as it apparently was called. And last, but not least, the scientific expedition in the west, in University Bay, had begun mapping the western region. Their studies had shown that the waters north of Uusmaa were teaming with fish, so it made sense to call for fishermen who were willing to settle in the area on the proviso that part of their catch would go into feeding the colony.

Still... Nothing good lasts forever. Just as the governor was planning to retire in his tent for the night, he heard the stern, militaristic "Sir!" uttered behind him. He sighed and turned to look at the late visitor. A young lieutenant, dressed in fatigues, his assault rifle flung on his back.

"What is it, lieutenant Sundqvist?" Matsela asked as he stepped out of the tent and buttoned up his fatigues. "I was expecting your raport in the morning, not at this late hour."

"Begging your pardon, sir", the younger man said, standing in attention until Matsela muttered his "At ease". "But I thought you should know this... I went to the Gawara village as you commanded. The chieftain was polite and we exchanged gifts, but..."

"But what, lieutenant?"

Lt. Sundqvist swallowed. "Sir... One of the men, private Karhu... He had made friends with the Gawara, and one of this friends warned him to leave the island."

Matsela frowned. "What? Why?"

"Because...", Sundqvist hesitated. "Because there had been messengers to the Gawara from other islands. It seems that in some areas, the colonists had attacked the natives. There were casualties, sir... even someone telling that a curious boy had been shot in cold blood as the colonists arrived. The Gawara are angered... and some of the warriors are demanding that the tribe drive us away."

Matsela clenched his jaw. That was bad news indeed. "And the chief?"

"Uncommitted as of yet... But apparently some of the tribal priests are favouring war. If they say the Gawara must go to war...", Sundqvist shook his head.

"I see... How many troops we have in Ruhtinala?"

"Five-hundred Jaegers, sir... and the Command informed that they were sending another five hundred from the Fifth Coastal. They should be here in ten days."

"And in Picori Rock and University Bay?"

"Hundred each, sir... and another three-hundred aboard the Rauscu, it's patrolling the isthmus..."

"Call it back, Lieutenant... and send me a radist. I need to send a word to the Command and the government."

"Yes, sir."


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The next morning...

+++++Confidential+++++

Official Communique to United Kingdom2

Ministry of Foreign Affairs
40 Calew Avenue, Halsanki
Northern Rangeria

To the Prime Minister and Colonial Officials, concerning the situation on Osmiu Islands...

Gentlemen, we have received information of a possible uprising brewing among the Gawara tribe on the Osmiu Islands, on the island where the Principality of Northern Rangeria has its colony of Uusmaa, and where you have the colony of Nova Terre. We share this information with you as neighbours, in the hopes that you may be prepared should the native population across the isthmus be incited by similar rumours. Apparently there has been news of bloodshed by other colonizing powers in the Osmiu Islands, and this has incited some elements among the Gawara warriors.

The Principality of Northern Rangeria is willing to offer diplomatic, military and/or humanitarian aid to Nova Terre in the hopes of avoiding this conflict or - if need be - containing it, should these tensions escalate into armed conflict.

We have told you this, in the hopes of avoiding a small-scale war on our two connected islands. A war that could, we are sure, be crippling to both of our colonies.


Signed,
Prince Mikhail IV, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Uusmaa
and
Duke Stapani Aalthone, Minister of the Exterior


+++++ END OF TRANSMISSION+++++

Winder Airfield

A U-27, belonging to the Federal Air Force took off to map the area of the Brydog claims and if possible the entire island. The pliot, Lt. Joesph Lichtenburg was following in his father's footsteps in the Air Force. He looked out at the ground below while the crew operating a camera, photographed the area. He was one of the pliots belonging to the fighter squadron station on the island. He turned to the crew. "Wanna, photograph the rest?" he said to the cameramen. The lead cameraman replied "If it's possible." They headed to the unclaimed portion of island and conutined on. "Hmm, two allies have claims on this island also, We are to avoid those places to prevent drama. So that's the end of the tour." Joe said to the crew while they finished up and head to base.

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

Premier Dalton Clark read that letter that was now on his desk; it was from the colony's neighbour warning them of native attacks. The Premier now in the Colonial and Government Building in Port Royal the new capital city. Premier Clark with his head full with planning of building the colony and creating an economy foor Nova Terre so he ingnored the letter and didn't respond it. He would have his Deputy Premier handle the problem he wouldn't know that it would be his last time ever stepping in the Premier office again.

Meanwhile over in the next half of the island native leader Tecumseh looked at the small camps of his people. They had to flee from the mean island when the British arrived and had left everything. Their where only one hundred thousand natives but they knew they would fight for their land and freedom. Tecumseh had gathered a small group of two thousand men and only five hundred had guns in which they would attack and try to take over their island. The smmal band of natives moved out walking to the north island with their weapons ready to fight and shed blood for.

OOC: Two hundred thousand natives? >.< I'm sorry, but I can't take that... I've done my studies in history, so unless the islands are the size of France, there's no way they could host THAT many people living on hunting and gathering.

Otherwise, nice post.

Uusmaa Isthmus, 0200 hours

The Northern Rangerian coastal Jaegers had set up a chain of look-out posts across the thinnest section of the isthmus, approximately ten kilometers in width. On one of these posts, private Calew Arpala was peering through the night-vision scopes, when he picked out movement in the forest.

"What the hell...?" he muttered and zoomed in. The image was still unclear, but he made out enough... natives. A large group of them, some armed with rifles but most carrying spears and bows.

"Holy shit", the young private muttered and woke up his partner. "Wake up... wake up! We've got movement!" he hissed. "Send a message to University Bay!"

The other private quickly pulled out the field radio, and started telling the message as Arpala dictated it from their hiding place. "Uniform Base, this is lookout Two-Niner. Uniform Base, this is lookout Two-Niner. Several bogies coming in from the southwest, following the forestline. Estimated number over two hundred. Rifles, check. Otherwise native weaponry. Requesting orders, over."

The natives in their various states of dress and undress were congregating around a clearing, with the Stone Temple Marines wearing jungle camouflage, clutching their SA80 rifles. Colonel Bradford paced around the group, looking for something that even he could not

BAM!, was the sound of a bullet piercing the dull roar of the natives. The marines looked up, the natives quivered, remembering the events of only a day ago. What both the marines and the natives saw was the tall, young, white man wearing a battle uniform, pointing a Browning Hi-Power pistil in the air with his extended arm in the air.

There was a sudden silence as the Colonel began to walk away and pace towards his tent. He himself did not know what he, or his men, would do until the prisoners came to the island. The first thing that he thought of was rape, and that, unfortunately is a consequence of going to war.

No, Bradford did not support rape, and he would not partake in it. But would he go on an inquisition, looking for rapists? No, but the colonel knew that he needed to make an example of his men.

OOC: If you have more than 20,000 natives I will firebomb them for you.

IC:

The landing ships beached, and engineers filed off of them with supplies. Bulldozers, excavators and cranes came next, driving up onto shore.

The engineers dispersed to find a good location for a trading and exchange facility. After about two hours, they had gathered and conferred.

The spot chosen, the excavators began digging the soft clay earth for a foundation.

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Open Communique to Nations in Osmiu

Greetings!

The Autocratic Federated Empire has taken upon itself to construct a new city and trade center.

The first building, which will be completed soon, will be a facility to trade and exchange resources and crops with other nations. A port with facilities for 500 merchant ships is also planned for construction.

Once completed, any nation in Osmiu will be permitted to utilize the facility and port.

On another note, the ADF Navy will begin running patrols through the various straits in Osmiu to make sure free and open trading waters are preserved.

OOC: Edited my post. got carried away for a minute. Since their are 50,000 on both my land claims it adds up to 100,000

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims


Tecumseh with his small band of two thousand men started moving towards the Wagga Wagga river where the two land claims met. Local milita saw them asked them what they where doing and thats when Tecumseh ordered his men to attack. Gun shots rang out and soon enough the townspeople rushed out to see the attack. Tecumseh even got a gun from one of his dead brothers and started firing at the settler invaders. Over a hundred unarmed settlers fell to the ground dead while native deaths went two times the deaths on the settlers side.

But by the end natives had moved across the river and taken over the town of Wagga Wagga. Many settlers had fleed or others retreated to other towns. Even through it had been a victory the natives suffered hundreds of deaths but had taken over a town that would put them in a strong hold of the island.

Meanwhile back in Port Royal Premier Clark was heading towards his car when five shots rang out. Premier Clark was dead when guards found him; they looked for his killer but no one could him. It would be hours before the settlers found out about both killings and it would be a day before the other colonies would find out also.

OOC: Edited my post. got carried away for a minute. Since their are 50,000 on both my land claims it adds up to 100,000

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims


Tecumseh with his small band of two thousand men started moving towards the Wagga Wagga river where the two land claims met. Local milita saw them asked them what they where doing and thats when Tecumseh ordered his men to attack. Gun shots rang out and soon enough the townspeople rushed out to see the attack. Tecumseh even got a gun from one of his dead brothers and started firing at the settler invaders. Over a hundred unarmed settlers fell to the ground dead while native deaths went two times the deaths on the settlers side.

But by the end natives had moved across the river and taken over the town of Wagga Wagga. Many settlers had fleed or others retreated to other towns. Even through it had been a victory the natives suffered hundreds of deaths but had taken over a town that would put them in a strong hold of the island.

Meanwhile back in Port Royal Premier Clark was heading towards his car when five shots rang out. Premier Clark was dead when guards found him; they looked for his killer but no one could him. It would be hours before the settlers found out about both killings and it would be a day before the other colonies would find out also.

OOC: Is this on your side or mine? I'm confused... Because if it's on your side, okay. If it's on my side, you just godmodded the death of a town that wasn't there >.<

OOC: On my side

OOC: Okay, then. My bad.

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

By now a few natives had brought their wives but many where coming into the town they now owned. By now half of the native men one thousand of them had guns left behind by the settlers and another two hundred had pickedup guns from the dead bodies of armed settlers. Tecumseh in a strong military outpost had signed a letter of war and told his fellow men to send it to all natives of each island. Tecumseh wanted a huge revolt of the white settlers out of his peoples land and he would do anything to do it.

By now settlers had found out what happened and many where scared to leave their homes. Many projects had stopped as settlers feared of native attack and many men had entered the armed forces. Colonial newspaper spread the news of the colony's Premier's death and the natives revolting to spread the word. many military commanders where planning a strike to wipe out the natives whileo thers where suggesting a peace treaty. But many knew the natives didn't want peace they just wanted their land back.

Uusmaa isthmus
0400 hours

Apparently the party approaching the Northern Rangerian side of the island had only been a scouting group. They did not cross the border, so assault rifles trained on them from the jungle were lowered.

Nonetheless, the Uusmaa colony had been unnerved by the native activity in Nova Terre, especially when the communique sent to the colonial government and to the colony itself had gone unanswered. These fears were verified when the coastal jaegers captured Tecumseh's messenger - or at least one of them - with the declaration of war against the settlers.

All this had kept governor Matsela awake in Ruhtinala, as well as given him reason to send a message to the homeland, asking for reinforcements. If the Gawara learned of the uprising in the south, it would be a matter of time before Ruhtinala, Picori Rock or University Bay would be threatened. These sites would have to be reinforced and kept in combat readiness. As part of this, the governor had already authorized the formation of an auxiliary militia of any civilian who was willing to defend the settlement. He had also sent one of the reliable native guides to bring message to the Picori chieftains, asking their help in preventing bloodshed in Uusmaa.

It would be a long night...

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

All over the colonies news had spread that natives of Nova Terre where revolting and they had killed the Premier of the colony. The new Premier, General William O'Shea who was very strict and tough. By time the report came to him five thousand British soldiers and six hundred marines made it to the town of Wagga Wagga.


Tecumseh was now trying to spread the word of revolt to his native friends by mail and by sending native spies across to the colony beside Nova Terre. He had ordered that if his native psies where fired on he had told them to fire at the white troops. After two hours the first gun shots where heard as the British troops prepared to put down the revolt. Ten tanks lined up between them and started firing at the tents and the natives. The sounds of the bonbardment filled Tecumseh's ears and his band of men. Women and children who where their where killed as the tanks bombed their tents.

After the battle the troops started moving forward across Wagga Wagga river and started firing at the natives. Hundreds fell as the bullets pieced their bodies and blond polluted the Wagga Wagga river. After two hours of battle Tecumseh ordered a full restart for all natives who where still alive, even through this battle was great Tecumseh wouldn't give up.

The gun fire could be heard all the way to the Uusmaa isthmus, and the news of this spread rapidly among both the natives and the colonists.

The orders came from Ruhtinala as soon as the news of combat came. Women, children and unarmed men were to be let through the border patrols. Armed men would have to give up their weapons or be turned back. To maintain this command, reinforcements in the form of three coastal jaeger companies and about five hundred allies from the Picori tribe. The Picori were a godsent in this respect, because they knew the terrain and basically "herded" refugees to jaeger checkpoints.

The Gawara were still a problem, and the news of war seemed to have fueled the anger of the young braves. The following night at Ruhtinala, the spotlights saw Gawara warriors approaching the concrete walls of Ruhtinala...

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims


Tecumseh would no longer stand for the restart and told his men to fight back. He would no longer suffer such defeat like that and he forced his men to go back to the battle front. By now another five thousand men had joined the war band and where fighting the Nova Terre Army. Guns where limited but other weapons they made worked just well. The tanks continued to pound them but they wouldn't give up and continued to fight back. By now Tecumseh had ordered a letter to be sent to the leadership of the Gawara tribe to rise against the white settlers. Tecumseh had also set weapons mostly guns for his brothers to fight for their freedom

Meanwhile British soldiers tried their hardest in defeating the rebels but they felt the force of the natives and by time they could give a defence the natives where acrossing the river. In an a strong effort the British troops also retreated and left. The natives crossed the river and gained even more land, Tecumseh smilied as women and children crossed the river with their husbands and fathers. The revolt was working and soon enough Port Royal would belong to them.

To the Leadership of the Gawara

The Natives Brothers of the Tuju tribe have revolted against the British settlers that have taken our land and named it Nova Terre. but we shall not give up without a fight and we shall help our Gawara brothers for their freedom. We have sent guns and creates of bullets brothers to fight your white oppressers. May the creater be with you during your fight .
Your brother,
Tecumseh

Several large ships made their way to the island, there, were 3,000 prisoners, 2,000 support staff, and 5,000 Stone Temple Soldiers. There were no paid guards on the A.P.H.S.T.R.D.Z, the Stone Temple Soldiers and Marines would take care of that. It would cut costs and give a reason for the sustained military presence, apart from the beginnings of a sustained Holy Republic power projection in the region. Of course, no one knew what will happen with the Marines, whether another battalion will replace them or not. Another problem was the situation of the natives, as no one told the mainland about this news. That would have to be worked out later

Ruhtinala
Uusmaa, Colony of Northern Rangeria
0415 hours

The appearance of the Gawara warriors had caused a full-out alert among the colonists of Ruhtinala, huddled behind cement-and-sand-sack fortifications. The Gawara had already fired their first shots, breaking one of the spotlights that had been used to spot them in the treeline. Immediately the garrison of eight hundred coastal jaegers and the roughly three-hundred-man strong colony militia had been alerted, and they had taken their places along the fortifications.

The Gawara had yet to attack, but they could be seen amassing in the treeline as governor Matsela stepped onto the wall with his assault rifle thrown to his back and his other hand close to the Desert Eagle in its holster. For a moment the two sides just stared at each other, until a single figure stepped out from the Gawara, and the spotlights turned to him immediately.

Matsela clenched his jaw when he saw who was the Gawara delegate. Ubue... The very first native with whom the Northern Rangerian colonists had established contact. And he was bearing a bloodied jaeger helmet and an M4 assault rifle. This sight angered the jaegers immediately; the Gawara had clearly already killed one of the sentries and messengers dispatched from Ruhtinala.

"Nobody fire until commanded!" governor Matsela yelled as he turned his eyes to the steely-eyed Ubue. "Call off your men, chieftain! The men and women of my tribe are not a danger to you!"

Ubue spat on the ground. "You speak kindly, chief Matsela! But your actions speak the truth! In the western island, which you call Nova Terre, our people were assaulted without a reason, massacred without mercy! We command you, leave this land or die!"

Ubue then turned to the forest and hollered. His howl was responded with the clattering of spears and rifles, and the ululating war cry of the Gawara.

"The men of Nova Terre are not our kinsmen, chief Ubue! They are of another tribe. We mourn the loss of life in Nova Terre, but we will not leave. You gave us this land to live on, chief Ubue. Do you take back your word?" Matsela called.

"My honour is clean!" Ubue hollered, clearly angered. "You came here disguised as friends, but your kind's actions have spoken for them! Leave now or die!"

Matsela swallowed, looking around himself. He looked at his jaegers, then behind the fortifications, at the men and women who had come here. Many of them were from drought-devastated areas, unemployed in the Principality. And they had come here in search of a better life... better future for their children.

Matsela sighed deeply and looked up. "We will not leave, chief Ubue!"

"Then you will die!" came the answer, followed by the rattle of the chieftain's assault rifle, and the roaring charge of the Gawara.

Ubeu was no marksman, but a few lucky bullets hit the governor in his leg, falling him back on the platform. "FIRE!" came the command from the lips of captains and lieutenants along the line, and the assault rifles and the machine gun turrets of the jaegers opened a defeaning roar, along with hunting rifles and shotguns of the militia.

Governor Matsela cursed and bit his lip as a medic huddled over him in the cover of the cement wall, tending to his wounds. The battle of Ruhtinala on the 23rd of January 2008 had begun, the jaegers welcoming the more numerous charging Gawara with a deadly hail of fully-automatic fire.

In the bay, the guns of the frigate HMS Rauscu and the battleship HMS Kampelja were trained on the assaulting Gawara as they ran across the open field, firing their guns and shooting arrows. The guns spoke, and the mouth flames of the guns lit the bay...

Emori'an halenaye liliethhean

Relations had been improving with the Vadoi-tribe since they met with them on the beach. A minor trade had started off and the Pereinese had given their word not to enter Vadoi lands without permission.
Emori'an halenaye liliethhean, "the area where the sun is stubborn", had grown. A few more settlers had arrived and the algea farms had been established in the bay.
A lone Vadoi had been harmed during hunting and stumbled into the settlement, his wounds had not been severe and was sucesssfully treated. Once he had returned to his home the chieftain came and offered his gratitude, presenting gifts for A' and the doctors.
A' had no doubt that the relative ease in the communication was a great contributor to the friendship between the two peoples. That the vadoi and the pereinese looked very alike was also a probable cause.
The days had been peaceful and calm, A' had been hoping that it would remain so for quite some time. But he had been right a few days ago, it had been too easy.

The vadoi had brought a wounded from a allied tribe coming from another part of the island. He had recieved a severe wound caused by a bullet, the doctors had immediatly brought him to intensive care. After a lot of effort they had concluded that he would survive.
But more and more had started to be brought in, the vadoi spoke of foes attacking their allies on this island and a emmisary from another island had come by boat, warning them of the demons that had come carrying death and deceit with them.

A' stood on the beach, the white sand now spotted with crimson. Inside the buildings the doctors and volounteers worked feverishly to save the native people that had come.
He had volounteered himself, his hand still soaked from the blood of the man. He had done everything the doctor said, desperatly trying to stem the gush of blood coming form the deep wound. In the end it had been no avail, but the worst part had not been seeing the man die. But the look in his son's eyes as the young father had died.
He had not stopped though, even if it had been understandable. Like most of the volounteers he had remained there hour after hour. In the end a doctor ordered him to go and catch some rest.
So now he was standing here, on the beach looking out over the sea. Sleep seemed foreign, as if it was impossible to even consider after what he had seen.
He saw a number of boats leaving for the other isles, the vadoi was bringing word to their allies about their new friends the healers. A' had a feeling that more wounded would come. Hopefully the barbarians who harmed them would not follow.
Regardless, the coming days will not be easy.

Ruhtinala
Uusmaa, Colony of Northern Rangeria

The Battle of Ruhtinala, as the events of that night would be later called, was not a battle for Governor Matsela. No... it had been a massacre. The Gawara, incited to war by the likes of Tecumseh and made desperate by the violence of other colonizing powers, had charged headlong into their deaths. Controlled burst from the assault rifles of the coastal jaegers and the militia had decimated the first wave, and the sheer firepower of strategically-placed machine gun turrets had shattered bone and flesh. And then the ships opened fire... on open ground the Gawara were defenseless, the explosions threw screaming natives into air. The thirst for glory turned to self-preservation, the onslaught of more than three thousand natives turned into a frantic retreat.

Matsela had ordered his men not to fire at the retreating Gawara, and soon... silence fell over the colony again, only broken by the moans of the Gawara and colonist wounded.

"Treat the wounded", Matsela commanded, biting his lip in pain as he was helped into a sitting position, the medic trying to save his leg. One of the bullets had shattered his thigh bone.

"And the Gawara, sir?" asked one of the men present, nodding towards the field. Matsela could not see over the wall from his position, but he could hear the moaning of the wounded attackers.

"Treat all of the wounded", Matsela hissed. "Find a messenger... tell the Gawara they can come and get their dead at sunrise"

One of the lieutenants frowned. "They would not have done the same for us, sir."

Matsela cast an angry glance at the officers. "Maybe. But if we are to show them we are not like the other settlers, we can't go for 'an eye for an eye'. If that bothers you, lieutenant, you are free to ask for a new station off this island!"

The lieutenant flinched and saluted. There were no grumbles that night, as the medics spread out on the field, protected by jaegers to offer aid to any of the wounded.

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Dawn...

Governor Matsela clenched his jaw, but not from the pain in his leg as he sat on the wall. No... the pain wasn't from his leg. It was from seeing the field. First light revealed the mangled corpses of the Gawara, their red and black warpaint a deeper red from their spilled blood. Small craters marred the land, showing the places where the ships' fire had landed. Dour-faced, unpainted Gawara men walked back and forth on the field, lifting up the remains of their braves and picking up their weapons. The coastal jaegers had collected all firearms and ammunition from the Gawara dead - save for one. Chief Ubue was allowed to keep his assault rifle once the ammunition had been stripped from him. The rifle rested now on top of his corpse, as four coastal jaegers carried him out of the gates.

Ubue had been killed in the battle as their enemy, but governor Matsela and even the jaegers themselves had grown to respect the strong chieftain. He had been a brave leader for his people in war, and the people of Uusmaa respected him for that. His corpse had been washed and cleaned, and some of the colonists who knew the native burial customs, had also sent burial goods to be buried with the chieftain: grain, tobacco, and the blanket that served now as his pillow. Matsela watched on the wall as the jaegers and the Gawara looked at each other. The jaegers slowly put the stretcher down and walked back, leaving the body of the dead chieftain and his burial goods on the ground. The Gawara, recognising the meaning of this gesture, came and took the stretcher and the burial goods, carrying chief Ubue away into the woods.

Not a word was spoken between the men who had been firing at each other last night.

Matsela knew that they had won last night, that the Gawara would no longer pose a threat to the colonisation of Uusmaa. Many of their young braves had fallen last night: their pride and strength was broken. But something was also lost by the Northern Rangerian settlers: Innocence. They had hoped to settle on this land peacefully... but that hope had been quenched. No matter what would happen in the future, the men and women who had fought in the Battle of Ruhtinala would always carry blood on their hands.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 0945 - The Skies Above Île De Montre De Ciel=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“One minute left until entrance of insertion window” chimed the cool, calm voice of the Earth Array 1 controlled Airbus A400M flying three knots above stall speed at 25,000 feet. The hundred men and women, the Ennuisian armed forces split down the middle in regards to gender, of the 3rd Batallion, 88th Rangers held the handgrips, ready to run out the now open hatch into the new day.

“Listen up Rangers!” shouted the Battalion’s Captain, the dark faceplate of her gasmask propped up. “This is the largest airborne operation in Ennuisian peacetime! If you are separated, hold tight until advanced forces can rescue you! Evade detection by any means necessary until translation equipment is in theater! Do you understand me!?” she roared!

“Yes Sir!” erupted over every com channel.

“Five seconds left until entrance of insertion window, prepare to deploy” reminded the plane as the rear hatch locked into place. A green light flicked on, and the captain was the first one out the back. One-hundred bodies fell in a broken line into the cool morning sunshine. The light equipment, including half of a light engineering battalion, fell with parachutes open. A 12,500 liter fuel tank’s parachute failed to deploy, and rocketed down to earth through the wafting supplies.

“All units, abandon LZ Delta” came the slow order from the brigade’s commander, Brigadier General Joseph Adolphous.

At roughly 13,000 feet, the tank finally hit the ground, where it ignited and shot back into the air, forming a cartwheel of flames as it quickly soared up to 1,500 feet, before the burned out hulk plummeted again, spewing flaming petrol over a quarter of a mile, igniting several trees. Otherwise, the operation went off without a hitch.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 1037– LZ Alpha=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sir, we have recovered the last of the excavators. The loss of tank 2 will set us back, but the engineers believe we have enough fuel to prepare the runway, and enough emplacements to secure the LZ’s.”

“Good. I want the wire up ASAP until we can bring in the interpreters. I’ve received word that landings on Île Noire De Serpent and Fleur des Îles have gone as expected. Admiral Springfield of the 7th Maritime Guard Strike group reports that they are 7 days out, and will make their first landing twenty-five klicks north east of here at the entrance White Bay. I want two platoons on sight in two days, avoiding all native forces until then.”

“Yes Sir!” said the captain, before returning to a half-finished machinegun emplacement.

In Five days time, the units, unaware of the massive unrest across the channel to their north in Northern Rangeria and the United Kingdom, would be greeted by the remainder of their division. The same scene would be repeated on each of the three islands controlled by the Armed Republic. 279 combat ships would be in theater, with 360 combat aircraft and 108 support ships capable of leaving the 126,000 sailors of the Maritime Guard on station, capable of enforcing the Emperor and Arch Arsonist’s will with, what Naval Intelligence estimated, would be the most powerful brown-water naval force on the island chain.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Osmiu City Airport=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Anahid Maral stepped off the LearJet 60 onto the jetway, flanked by four soldiers of the Ennuisian Army, their DR-83-2’s displayed for all to see. Once outside, she and her guards entered a town car which took them to a residence purchased on the mainland to serve as the embassy pro-tempore. The house itself was a small, newly constructed brownstone of five stories, with a study and bedroom for the ambassador on the top floor. While the soldiers re-secured the bottom floors, she wrote a letter.

To: The Colonial Authorities of Aqua Anu; Damirez, Zoingo, Franberry, Questers, Skiberdeen, Emperor Pudu, Praetonia, Brydog, Fordock, Vetalia, Pereine, and The Stone Temple
From: Chambre des Ennuis Colonial Ambassador Anahid Maral
Re: Proposal

Greetings fellow colonists,

I have been asked on the behalf of my government to propose a unique offer to you. As you all know, the nations listed in the header of this letter have the capacity to lockdown one or more critical waterways into the Osmiu Islands. We, for example, could, in theory, shut down all western waterways into the main Osmiu Island chain. In order to effectively wield this power, however, the Armed Republic wishes to draft a Strategic Waterways Treaty, and wishes to hold a conference as soon as is conveniently possible, to ensure that these waterways remain secured and open against unilateral action. Please let us know.

- Anahid Maral
Chambre des Ennuis Colonial Ambassador
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

Tears came down from Tecumseh's face as he heard the news his native brother Ubue was killed in action. After only a few seconds rage filled in his body and he pounded his wooden desk. Outside warriors built up the town defences and where ordered to fire at any white person coming near the town. But Tecumseh did not know the British had asked the Airforce to attack them and they had no defences to fight against the planes.

Bombs where first heard only twenty miles away from the town but Tecumseh didn't order the Tuju women and children to leave the farm lands and when a bomb hit one of the farm lands all the women and children where dead. The planes got closer and then they started dropping the bombs right on the town. Women and children screamed as bombs fell on to them and killed them. Warriors disbanded knowing they could'nt fight these weapons and they knew not even the creater himself could save them. Tecumseh himself found a horse and ordered a full retreat from the town but by time the Tujus got the order soldiers and tanks made their way down to the town.

Closer and Closer the soldiers and tanks made their to the town and with the air support they could kill the native leader and restore peace and order in Nova Terre. Women and children ran across Wagga Wagga river but where shot or blown to pieces by the planes. Tecumseh couldn't believe what was happening to his people and quickly got on to his horse and forced his people to flee. By time the natives crossed the river the british now hand control of the town. Almost half of the warriors where dead or injured and hundreds or women and children where dead. Tecumseh looked on as the town was set on fire and was destroyed.

News travelled quickly, and the refugees from Nova Terre told the terrible news. British troops raining death down upon women and children... Had the Gawara the men to attack, they would definitely do so now. And Governor Matsela was forced to sacrifice a good amount of time promising the Picori and the new Gawara chieftains that similar massacres would not take place in Uusmaa.

Added to that were the news of a large-scale maritime force of Mer des Ennuis approaching the Osmiu Islands. Natives in the inland... and now a veritable army across the channel. Matsela knew something had to be done. The island's defences would have to be reinforced, and fast. He would need reinforcements, but he also needed peace with the natives. He let the Picori and Gawara know that Northern Rangeria would respect the agreements made thus far: That any resources found inland would be discussed case-by-case. That in return for peace, the natives would be allowed full Northern Rangerian citizenship. That their religion and customs would be respected. And as to the refugees from Nova Terre... the tribes could take them in, on the proviso that they would hand in all their firearms and ammo, as well as anyone who incited war against Ruhtinala.

Before nightfall, a request for a full division of coastal Jaegers, up to 25,000 men, and the arrival of a battle group from the Royal Navy had been sent, as well as official communiques from the Principality's capital...

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Official Communique to the Colonial Officials of United Kingdom2

The Principality of Northern Rangeria demands for the immediate cessation of hostilities by the British troops against the native islanders in Nova Terre. As part of your campaign against Tecumseh, you have destabilized the whole region of Northwestern Osmiu Islands. We have heard eyewitness reports of British troops bombing civilians, and this and other acts of war have caused even the relatively peaceful tribes of Gawara and Picori to feel threatened by the presence of Northern Rangerian colonists. Last night, at roughly 0415 hours local time, the Gawara attacked the colonial capital, Ruhtinala. Fifteen Northern Rangerian citizens were killed, as well as approximately four hundred natives.

We urge you to find a peaceful solution with the local tribes. For if your war leads to more Northern Rangerian or allied native casualties, the Principality has no choice but to cut all diplomatic and trade contacts with your nation. We will not allow your war to destroy our colony as well.

Respectfully yours,

Prince Mikhail IV, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Regions

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Official Communique to the Colonial Officials of Mer des Ennuis

Our lookout post on the Uusmaa colony of the Osmiu Islands picked up large-scale naval activity in the channel separating our two colonies. By our estimates a total number of up to 400 Ennuisian naval and civilian vessels and a similar number of combat airplanes is currently approaching the Ennuisian colony's waters. Due to the volatile situation in the Osmiu Islands and in hopes of preserving good relationships between our two nations, we would like to query about the purpose of such a large host of vessels and men.

As a related issue, we would also like to discuss the extent of national waters near our two colonies. As you may know, Northern Rangeria seeks to build a succesful colony on the islands for scientific and economic gain. As such, we place great interest in the safety of the colony, both from within and without. The recent crises with the local native population have shown us that even the hunter-gatherer societies of the Osmiu Islands trade news and information frequently, and news of tragedy in one island travel swiftly to another.

We hope to hear from you as soon as possible.

Respectfully yours,

Prince Mikhail IV, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Regions

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims


The letter had now reached the Premier's office but he knew he must make peace but would Tecumseh agree with a peace treaty. But the settlers not only want to make peace with the 100,000 Tuju natives but also the 10,000 Botha natives who also attacked British settlements. The Premier soon sent out two letters to both leaders to end the violence.

In Port Royal over five hundred Tujus and two hundred Botha natives walked to the Government building. Two men where leading them Tecumseh, Leader of the Tuju tribe and Black Bull, Leader of the Botha tribe. Both men entered the building while the rest of the natives waited outside for a peace treaty.


"Welcome Tecumseh and Black Bull, I am William O'Shea and today we are here to create and sign a peace treaty. The settlers have agreed to only settle in the first land claim we settled and we shall leave the second land claim for the natives."

Tecumseh and Black Bull looked at the treaty and shooked their heads in agreement. They where tired of fighting and watching the bloodshed and after a few minutes they signed the treaty. Reporters filled the halls of the treaty room as they reported the Premier shaking hands with Tecumseh and Black Bull. Everyone knew the conflicts wouldn't be over but the main violence had ended.

OOC: I think we should name the revolts international the Native Freedom Revolt.

OOC: Heh, you call it what you like to call it, mate. We'll see what the Press picks up and starts using ;) And again... a hundred thousand? ;)

OOC: Yes I have two land claims which adds one hundred thousand simple math. Both islands have 50,000 natives but I included 30,000 with it.

OOC: Ah, okay then.

Camp Blakely

Harrison peered through his binoculars at the flotilla of landing craft scurrying between the beach and the makeshift port facilities and the Royal Navy ships in the bay, only the larger ships at anchor, patrol ships cautiously sailing around the bay and just outside–active radars at full power to prevent any other native vessels from surprising the new colony, named after one of Harrison's dead officers. The Royal Navy, meanwhile, had taken to naming the port facilities and the native town Osbourne, in honour of the lieutenant who had died during the native attack.

"How goes it, General?"

Letting the binoculars fall to his chest, Harrison turned to face Montford who had apparently managed to land despite all attempts to delay his arrival. But it was also now apparent that Commodore Spencer's patience had worn out.

"Delicately, sir. We have some sixty or so natives interred in one of their larger, more spacious buildings. And with the losses incurred by our forces yesterday we have less than I should like to send patrols deeper into the jungle. Instead we are maintaining a perimeter and guarding the natives."

"I want patrols out, General. It is imperative that this colony expand beyond Port Montford."

"Port Montford, sir?"

"Yes, General," Montford inquired, his expression one of genuine confusion. "That is the name of the future settlement here."

"Very well, sir. But, until the bulk of our forces are landed I will not send out patrols that in so doing weaken the defences of Port Montford."

Montford sighed. "And how long will that take, General?"

"By day's end, sir."

HMS Tiberon

Spencer had kept her flagship outside of the bay, along with two frigates and two patrol craft to engage any remaining native attack craft. While monitoring the progress of the landing from Operations she also had received a call from Harrison.

"How bad, General?"

"He is without a doubt worse than a politician, Amy," Harrison replied, earning a wry smile from the naval officer.

"Unfortunately he is not even a politician, we cannot even throw him out of office."

"Indeed. More seriously, however, twenty-seven personnel dead, another thirty-four wounded. Forty-plus natives KIA and we have some sixty or so prisoners, all natives. Reports from initial investigations indicate that a significant number of natives also escaped into the highlands north of the village–they are likely warning fellow native tribes and potentially raising a mass insurrection to Oceanian rule."

"You sound astonished, David."

"Not quite astonished, no." Harrison reflected. "If somebody were landing on the Home Islands I would likely have ordered a similar operation to oppose the landing–I just would have preferred that our operation to take the village to have been equally successful with fewer casualties."

"Well, I have spoken to my captains and commanders, David. We will have most of your men and equipment on the beach by nightfall, the rest by tomorrow morning. If you can secure the bay and the immediate coastline, I can have my patrol craft move up and down the coast, scouring for any other native surprises, and eliminating any and all threats."

"So much for a peaceful and idyllic settlement of these bloody islands."

Ruhtinala, Uusmaa colony
Northern Rangerian Osmiu

Governor Matsela cursed as he pushed himself up, leaning on a crutch he had been given by the medics to keep the weight off his shattered leg. He hated being limited like this, walking only as fast as the shifting of the crutch allowed him to on the soft sand.

The news of peace from Nova Terre had been sudden, but unwelcomed. Matsela could hardly believe that the two sides - the natives of the Tuju tribe and the British troops - could have so quickly gone from killing each other to signing a peace treaty in a manner of minutes. It all seemed so... unbelievable. Of course the governor wouldn't be a least bit surprised if for one - heck, both - of the sides this was just a breather, a moment of relaxation when they could gather their troops and get to killing each other again. These natives were a proud people, and judging by what the Picori had told of the leader of the Tuju - this Tecumseh - it would seem unlikely that he would take the decimation of his tribe so easily.

Matsela sighed deeply as he pegged his way onto the ramparts again, looking over the township that had begun to take form at the Gawara rivermouth. They had had it easy... the nightly attack had cost only fifteen Northern Rangerian lives, and while the men and women of the Regiment would carry the weight of dead Gawara braves on their shoulders, their hands had not been tarnished in the blood of women and children.

Still, the governor could not shake the feeling that this short war would come to haunt the people of Uusmaa again, in one form of the other. Blood had been spilled... it could not be easily washed away. The Gawara had lost sons and fathers, brothers and husbands... The colonists had lost some of their idealism. Sooner or later, some petty feud could easily escalate into a new war.

Still... the governor also had a reason to smile. Despite the Gawara attack, the western tribe of the Picori had proven themselves allies, remaining outside the war and helping coastal jaegers in the isthmus in disarming Tuju refugees. Also, he had learned that Picori Rock and University Bay had survived the war untouched. That was especially good news, considering the work of University Bay scientists: besides mapping the isthmus and the northern coastline along the freshly-dubbed Spine Mountains, they had also established peaceful contact with the coastal tribes, offering them medicines and grain as tokens of good will - and as payment for areas where settlements could be built. Already colonists from coastal Northern Rangeria were arriving and setting up fishing towns on these areas. Not only would they help in studying the marine biology north of the island, they also offered the colony a measure of much-needed self-sufficiency. Until segments of the forest were cleared for fields, the colony depended heavily on imported food from the Principality - though this diet was supplemented by fruit and meat brought in by hunters. Fish would be a welcome change for the jaegers' rations, too.

Matsela's revery was broken by a sudden tinge of pain in his leg, and cursing silently he began to make his way back to his tent...

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 1034 –Camp November, White Bay, Île De Montre De Ciel=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Lieutenant General (ret.) Loïc Alan, Administrator of Chambre des Ennuis, sat in a pre fabricated hut, remarkably boxlike, overlooking the bay where the naval force was expected to land in thirty-six hours. Reams of paper fluttered lightly from the open breeze. The landing strips had been established on schedule, and the first C-130 flights had brought heavier construction equipment and supplies necessary to start replacing tents with barracks, additional men, and heavier vehicle support. Fleur des Îles already had a lightly-paved runway, capable of landing an older C-17 Globemaster, which was good news. Despite the estimated 100,000 natives living in what high-altitude recon indicated were small villages of no more than 300 people, no military forces had encountered any natives.

Camp November, now housing 450 men, was, according to the report Administrator Alan had just thrown into a file, idle, awaiting the incoming ships.
“Sir” said a warrant officer, saluting as he entered the hut, “we have a report that smoke can be seen across the channel! Satellite Recon indicates that the territory claimed by the United Kingdom has seen intense fighting between native and governmental forces, as have the Rangerians.” The officer handed Loïc a pair of 15x75 binoculars, through which the general could make out faint wisps of smoke.
“This isn’t good for anyone… thank you, dismissed.” Loïc quickly sent a note to the army’s unconventional warfare center.
“Encryption: Parabolic Cipher Variant 4
Have detected conflict between native forces and United Kingdom and Rangerian forces. Recommend immediate supply be granted to the native forces to act counter to hostile national interests. Recommend crate of fifty RPG-29’s with pictographic instructions be dropped to supply resistance fighters to stall further advance of potentially hostile nations.”

The reply came 45 seconds later. "Approved."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 1430–Skies above United Kingdom 2 Airspace=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

A C17, en-route to Fleur des Îles, crossed over United Kingdom airspace, as almost all cargo craft did on their final approach to the colonies. This C17, however, became two boxes lighter as fifty RPG-29’s, capable of penetrating a meter and a half of reinforced concrete, wafted out the side door of the craft towards a village identified from satellite recon as containing wounded natives from the previous battles. The box, containing no markings other than a few words in Vetakan, featured three pictographs on all sides. The first was a picture of the weapon as it would be held, with an arrow pointing out the business end. The second showed a picture of a man holding the weapon, an arrow drawn from his eyes through the optical sight. A close up of the trigger showed the approximate motion of pulling it, with an arrow aimed at something that resembled a tank. The last picture showed a flaming skull… one of the artists had a sense of humor. Hopefully, they’d be put to good use soon.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Osmiu City=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Anahid Maral was just getting comfortable in her apartment when a teletype arrived on her desk.

“Hmmm, the Rangerians are more paranoid than most I’ve dealt with…” she muttered under her breath as she typed a response.

To: Prince Mikhail IV
From: Ambassador to the Osmiu Islands
Re: Query

I am pleased to see that you have taken interest in our activities in the newly christened colonies.

Unfortunatly, I am unaware of the “volatile situation” on these islands, as our forces have not encountered any problems to speak of, nor any “recent crises,” other than what appears to be a small-scale conflict between UK forces and the natives across the straight.

I can assure you that the presence of three Maritime Guard fleets/battle groups is to transport approximately 12,000 soldiers, 147,000 gallons of fuel, 180,000 tons of munitions and supplies, and 1,524 tons of foodstuffs; along with heavy vehicles that are non-air mobile under present conditions to each of our islands. The combat ships are for security purposes only, and will not interfere with shipping lanes. If your nation is unable to commence this type of rapid development and wants assistance, please contact the Viktor Krzysztof at the International Relations Bureau, or Klara Mykhaila at the State Department to negotiate an assistance package.

At this time, I am unable to comment on the extent of national waters around our colonies, as a Maritime Guard branch has yet to be established. Until such time, it is probably safe to say that combined national waters and EEZ extend half-way across the straight, and no more. I am unable to comment as to how this plays out with bordering colonies.

Please contact me if you have further questions.

- Anahid Maral
Ambassador to the Osmiu Islands
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

OOC: Rushing Post, will complete sooner or later

IC:
Echo to Gamma, Optical sweep clear. Beaches are clear of any native activity.
Gamma to Echo, Affirmative, we are receiving intermittent Infrared Reading from Zulu, but they are deep in the area. All clear for Alma to engage.
Gamma, Echo, this is Alma command. We are proceeding to engage. Alma 1-45 proceeding to engage. We will be ready to land once Lion is done with the logging.
Gamma, Echo,Alma, this is Lion. Dropping Salsa now. Precision Drop.

Modified F-15 Slam Eagles Swooped low over the forest just behind the coastline, In them, the Weapons officer steadily marked his target, and armed his Napalm Guided Bombs. It would cause a raging fire seen for miles, but it saved time and money compared to manually logging it, plus it would enrich the soil for farming. The land became a hellish inferno.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs
40 Calew Avenue, Halsanki
Northern Rangeria

To Mr Anahid Maral, Ambassador to the Osmiu Islands

We thank you for your rapid response. Rest assured, our queries were not intended as demands or ultimatums. They were merely a reflection of lessons taught by history. In any colonizing venture with such a large number of states occupying such a relatively small area conflicts are bound to take place sooner or later among the colonizing states.

The purpose of the Uusmaa colony is to be a peaceful settlement for relocating unemployed or displaced citizenry, as well as to study the local flora and fauna. Combined to this was the fact that Nova Terre's native revolt spread to Uusmaa as well, costing the lives of fifteen colonists and soldiers, and a much larger number of native lives.

We urge you to caution, good ambassador. The natives of the Osmiu Islands, while living in 'primitive' conditions, are resourceful and proud. We only hope that your colonies will be wise enough to find a way around any future clashes.



On behalf of His Highness Prince Mikhail IV, Dux Maximus, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Regions, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens,

Duke Stapani Aalthone
Minister of the Exterior

OOC: Northern Rangeria please don't godmod about Tuju refugees. If you had asked I would be fine with it.


Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims


Both Tuju and Botha leaders, Tecumseh and Black Bull barely enjoyed signing the treaty but they knew they had to led their people to freedom. With the one hundred thousand Tuju natives and the thirty thousand Botha natives they could led a power revolt against the one hundred and forty-two thousand white settlers but military levels had been out in and natives looking to revolt against the government of Nova Terre would face death.


On the treaty it had said British settlers would not inhabit the second British land claim but the Botha tribe didn't like that agreement as the first land claim was their home and they where now forced to live in peace with the white settlers or head into Tuju lands. Black Bull was alright with the treaty but his people where disgusted and led small attacks on small towns and habours.

Civil war was about to happen but no British man or woman knew. Only the natives knew and under the leadership of Tecumseh freedom would come easy.

OOC: Sorry, my bad... I wasn't thinking of large numbers in the first place, maybe 100, 200 tops over-all. Not gonna happen again.

OOC: Ok

OOC: UK2: anything about the RPGs?

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

Meanwhile in the settler part of Nova Terre settlers had built up cities and towns but the capital city of Port Royal barely was ready and public transportation was disgusting. Many men had enlisted to fight the natives and now the that the short revolt was over for now many barely went back. Hundreds of men went into the native area of the lan claims and built up a town which Father Jack Tyler a Protestant priest had founded the town. Father Tyler had wanted peace between the white settlers and the natives but most of them didn't and they attacked the town day and night.


Back in Port Royal now elected Premier Jack Williams signed some bills on building two coal mines near native lands. Even through the Peace Treaty called for the settlers to leave native lands alone barely any of them listened and British settlements in the search of gold up-lifed into native lands. Many settlers had killed natives while they took over some parts of the land but the natives attacked back in small bands but where defeated quickly.



Meanwhile back at the native lands of Nova Terre Tecumseh and some of his helpers looked at the small crate native women had seen in one of the farms when they where collecting next winter's crop. When Tecumseh opened the crate he was amazed to see guns he had never seen before. He quickly ordered that the weapons be kept in a hidden area so when a battle started they would be ready. Tecumseh left his tent to tour the small village, the smell of burnt flesh filled the air as warriors said goodbye to their dead comrades that had fallen in battle. The wounded pilled up as hundreds came in day and night as warriors who had fought in Wagga Wagga where wounded by tank shells and many where left without arms or legs.


Tecumseh knew this second revolt would not fail and he would not rest until his warriors made it to Port Royal. He smelled the air but this time he could not smell burnt flesh but the glory of defeating white settlers and taking back lands that belonged to the natives, his people and his brothers and sisters.

OOC: Just added them in this post. You shouldn't help any side in this battle conflicts are already tight between the two groups so I advise you not to Mer des Ennuis but you can if you want.

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Ruhtinala, Uusmaa Colony

The long-awaited arrival of the 1st Coastal Jaeger Division and a large battle group from the Royal Navy was a welcome sight to the colonists of Ruhtinala. Not only did they boost the security force of the colony more than twenty-fold, they also brought much-needed equipment and provisions - as well as protected the ships carrying them and the arrival of new settlers, some of them refugees taken in by Northern Rangeria in other conflicts. Many of them were Amadji or Hervian, but they had all received guarantees that in return for helping to settle this island, they would receive full citizenship. Most of them would head to the north, to the new fishing villages, but many of them would also boost the population and economy of Ruhtinala, Picori Rock and University Bay - the three main military bases where part of the coastal jaegers would remain to form a permanent garrison.

The defeat of the Gawara had made them much more careful in angering the settlers, thus allowing them to penetrate more freely into the jungle along the Gawara river. Picori, on the other hand, were the colony's allies now, and many of them had been allowed to trade freely in Ruhtinala. Many of them also worked as guides, showing the university and military explerors possible sites for forming an inland town. The mountains seemed of great interest to the geologists, even to the point where they said that they land might hold precious jewels. Timber from the forest, fish from the sea - and the possibility of a mining industry in the mountains. Things were looking up for Northern Rangerians.

There was, however, one reminder of the war that remained. In agreement with the Picori whose lands they were, the coastal jaegers begun the process of fortifying the isthmus. On either sides of the narrow land passage, a garrison was established. Fort Matsela in the north, Fort Kannas in the south. The communication network was set quickly, and the Jaegers begun the work of building bunkers into the terrain, as well as preparing the coast in front of the two forts for building permanent harbours. Sand bags and concrete obstacles would form the temporary fortress walls until heavier building equipment could be shipped in.

And why the Picori allowed all this? They were a lesser tribe than the Gawara, and served different gods. The arrival of the colonists had upset the balance of power in the islands, and the Picori had made a good guess at who would come on top. Also, some of them feared retribution from the Tuju and Botha in Nova Terre, and the Northern Rangerians had said they were building these fortresses and bunkers to contain any possible new rebellion from spilling over to Uusmaa again.

Nobody wanted a new Battle of Ruhtinala...

Official Communique of the Office of the Prince, Northern Rangeria

Open Letter to the Nations with Colonies in the Osmiu Islands, on the Recent Escalation of Native Conflicts

The process of colonizing the Osmiu Islands has lasted only a matter of weeks, and so far we have heard many reports of conflict between colonists and the native Osmiu tribes. One of the most recent conflicts touched Our deary colony of Uusmaa and Our neighbour Nova Terre, costing many colonist and native lives.

Due to these conflicts and the threat of more dire ones in the future, the Principality extends its invitation to all nations with holdings in the Osmiu islands to send a delegate of their choice to Ruhtinala, the colonial capital of Uusmaa. We hope that by organizing this meeting we may come to solutions on how to proceed with the native threat without causing further bloodshed. Due to this, Governor Jaako Matsela of Uusmaa has expressed a specific invitation to a Pereinese advocate, due to the apparently amicable relationship between Pereinese settlers and the local natives.

We request an immediate answer in order to organize this meeting as soon as possible.


Signed,

Prince Mikhail IV,
Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Colonies

Duke Stapani Aalthone
Minister of the Exterior

Lord Jaako Matsela
Governor of Uusmaa Colony

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

Tuju and botha warriors moved quickly in the bush around Fort Huron looking for a right moment to strike. Many where carrying RPG's sent by the heavens by the creator. After getting the warriors in place Tecumseh ordered the attack on the fort. Screams and yelling where heard as gunshots rang out into the night. The Civil War had started.

Meanwhile in his sleeping quarters Premier Jack Williams was reading a two week old news paper when military leaders and his cabinet entered into the room. Their faces told him something had happened and he ordered them them to spit it out. When they told him his face turned pale like he had died. Natives forces had taken over Fort Huron and killed everyone soldier including women and children. Within minutes Premier Williams declared war with the natives. He made sure the media was not informed and tried his best to shield it from over colonies. Civil war had started.

To:Lord Jaako Matsela, Governor of Uusmaa Colony
From:A' of the line of Lyfa, sicranniye of Emori'an halenaye liliethhean

The decision to call upon delegates from the newly established settlements in order to discuss how to prevent further suffering is an admirable one. Barbarism should not have any place on these islands and hopefully these steps you have proposed will lead us to a brighter future.

We accept the invitation and will come once summoned. We will send delennsi'in Yana of the line of Tuu, our foremost expert in the language of the Vadoi tribe, and Yuul of the line of Tuu to act as her translator for the english language.

May the soil stay free of the crimson taint

Signed

A' of the line of Lyfa
sicranniye of Emori'an halenaye liliethhean

and

Gal-hran of the line of Valdruh
elected voice of friendship

Halftracks Bumped and rattles over the charred remains of the forest. Much of the fires had been put out with sonic bombs, and those that were left were quickly being contained. The halftracks stopped and disgorged engineering troops and surveyers, who marked out a suitable area near the coast with IR markers. Over the horizon, long range Dumbo Heavy lift helicopters carrying PreFab sections of the new colony, such as Barracks, hospitals and even a Hal-Mart, which would be up even before the Reactor Arrived to power the rest of the Colony. On a heavily guarded freighter, SAM and anti-shipping Missile Systems were on their way to defend the colony. The shore was deep, meaning dredging was not necessary, and allowed the engineers to immediately begin construction. Meanwhile, a general declaration was made to teh rest of the colonies in the region

Don't harm us, We won't harm you

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Outside Camp Blakely

"Shut up, mate, I got him–"

"Not if I…"

A rattling of belt-fed bullets firing through a bipod-mounted machine gun echoed through the forests of the contested Oceanian claim. Down range from the position concealed behind branches and bush, the bark of trees decades if not centuries old cracked and splintered while the stream of bullet simply sawed younger trees in two. Then a scream, gut-wrenching in its agony and fear. The pain of bullets shredding living tissue–not the simple wounds inflicted by blades and spear tips. The fear of not understanding who. Or why.

"Show off," an Oceanian Royal Marine swore. The bitter marine then found the fallen native in the scope of his rifle. A simple squeeze of the trigger was all he needed to bring silence back to the forest.

"Sore loser," the machine-gunner panned.

Garrison Headquarters
Camp Blakely

Harrison held the nearly-smooth stone in the palm of his hand. White with specks of browns and greys and fairly heavy, it wore his arm out and he replaced it on the table from which he had picked it up. "And this is what wrecked your boat, Captain?" he asked Commander Lighter.

Unknown to Harrison, who was meeting Lighter for the first time, the naval officer's face had grown paler save the dark indicators of restless, sleepless nights in his cabin. "Well, this is what we found in the boat, sir. However, the damage done also indicates a more explosive ordnance was used by the natives."

"Cannons with exploding shot?" Harrison asked aloud, turning his eyes towards the ceiling of the room. "Bloody Christ, Georgetown did a bang-up job once again," he added, neither to Lighter or any of the aides and junior officers present in the room. He took a moment to compose himself and face Lighter once more. "I am terribly sorry, Captain. Dread nought, however, for your people will be avenged."

"Thank you, General," Lighter replied, though now Harrison began to notice the emptiness. Lighter saluted the man who had become the commanding officer of all Oceanian forces in theatre–at least on the ground. Broader Oceanian priorities meant that Harrison had no control over Royal Navy maritime assets–but his command over Royal Marines was an unusual departure. For his part, Harrison welcomed the gesture and returned it before watching Lighter walk out of the headquarters.

After Lighter had left, a Royal Marine wearing a crown, the insignia for a major, quietly approached Harrison. "Sir, reports from perimeter positions indicate yet another probe of our defences. My men killed seven, however, one probe managed to approach a sentry without notice and we lost one man, with another critically wounded."

The major was second-in-command of the Royal Marine battalion, the vanguard to his own infantry brigade. In private, he could only hope that the main force arrived soon as the natives were a nuisance, and unfortunately of a lethal variety. "Very well, Major. How long until we have fire support operational?"

"Mortar teams will be ready in another hour, sir."

"Bad luck in them losing your equipment." Harrison knew matters were not helped by the Royal Navy losing the ammunition supply for the mortars somewhere between leaving the UK and Osmiu.

"Yes, sir, bad luck indeed. On another matter, sir, the Admiralty wished to relay a copy of this message." The major handed over the message from the Northern Rangerians.

"What did these folks expect," Harrison said, shaking his head. "That these natives would thank us for taking their land with flowers and fruit baskets. Bloody fools," he turned to find the major with a knowing smile on his face prompting Harrison to grin himself. "Thank you, major. Do we know who exactly will be representing His Majesty's Government?"

"No, not yet, sir."

Foreign Office Statement

Ongoing operations coordinated by the Admiralty and the Ministry of Defence have witnessed several unforeseen circumstances that have, regrettably, resulted in the loss of life for all parties involved in the skirmishes in the claim of His Majesty's Government. However, in the interest of developing an international consensus as to the scope of the problem and developing a system wherein participant members can define a system to deal with said problem, His Majesty's Government has elected to send a small delegation to Ruhtinala to participate.

Representing His Majesty's Government will be the commanding officers of Oceanian ground and naval forces in theatre, Brigadier General David Harrison (Oceanian Army) and Commodore Amy Spencer (Royal Navy).

Gavin Astley
Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs

Garrison Headquarters
Camp Blakely

"This is a joke, Major."

The Royal Marine smiled and shook his head. "I am afraid not, sir. The Foreign Office has chosen you to represent the Government."

Harrison now shook his head, "wipe that grin off your face, marine." When the major complied it only infuriated Harrison further.

Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

The civil war had started and it was moving closer and closer towards Port Royal. The Royal British Navy sent five fleets to Nova Terre to turn ships back to their colonies. British aircraft where also in the skies watching carefully. But natives had gotten their and news spread of the war which the amry looked bad while the natives looked brave and fighting for their homeland. But really both sides where worse but the natives slaughtered not only the soldiers but women and children.

Meanwhile at the Nova Terre-Northern Rangeria border hundreds of soldiers and supplies made their on to the border. Reports of a native attack led by Tecumseh was moving quickly around settlers and had reached the military and milita. Premier Jack Williams had ordered that General Andrew Dole protect the border at all costs and he knew the General would do so.

It was a quiet morning, the men where just getting up while the skies where filled with fog. General Dole drank his tea and watched knowing something wasn't right. Tecumseh led his men on horse back to the border with Black Bull the native army had five thousand men in which four thousand where armed with weapons that where used by the British army.

Tecumseh watched and ordered the attack. Native warriors screamed and yelled while the British soldiers where shocked. General Dole had already armed himself and started firing his M16 rifle. The natives where using AK-47's but where losing until one of them threw a hand made bomb.

Tanks had not been prepared with new ammo to fire and the soldiers had to use other powerful counter-attack with them. One by one they fell and soldiers felt like they where being pusjed back to the border when General Dole and some of his men led five tanks to where the natives where. The tanks pounded the natives as Tecumseh tried his best to drive his men forward.

Tecumseh had even ordered for natives to shoot their comrades if they moved back and many natives did. After four honrs of intense fighting Tecumseh ordered the retreat. On the british side two thousand had died but on the native side only one thousand where killed. It but been a big victory for the British but the civil war would continue and Tecumseh would lead one more charge on the border.

OOC: Will I get an answer?

OOC: Northern Rangeria you going to post what is going on in the Uusmaa Colony?

OOC: Jaysus, would a little patience hurt?

The Northern Rangerian troops at the defensive line and the two border forts had their orders: they were not to intervene unless the fight spilled over onto the Uusmaa colony.

As such, they merely observed the battle while keeping weapons trained at the border between the two colonies. Some mumbled about watching the Brits die, but others knew better... the isthmus was not yet fully fortified, and Northern Rangeria's main prerogative now was to contain the conflict, and make sure it would not spill over onto their side.

OOC: Jaysus, would a little patience hurt?

The Northern Rangerian troops at the defensive line and the two border forts had their orders: they were not to intervene unless the fight spilled over onto the Uusmaa colony.

As such, they merely observed the battle while keeping weapons trained at the border between the two colonies. Some mumbled about watching the Brits die, but others knew better... the isthmus was not yet fully fortified, and Northern Rangeria's main prerogative now was to contain the conflict, and make sure it would not spill over onto their side.

OOC: Sorry:(


Nova Terre,Second United Kingdom Island claims

Back at the border General Dole watched as many of his men the best in his army where airlifed to Port Royal or carried back to the Second United Kingdom to be buried. He watched as many of the men cried as they remembered the bloody battle that had almost taken their lives.

Meanwhile Tecumseh recruited even more men and was now crossing the sea that led to the Uusmaa Colony. Boats where barely ready to set sail but Tecumseh needed to enter Uusmaa and lead his men back to the border and crush the British in which hundreds of more warriors would enter Uusmaa. Every warrior who got on a boat knew this mission was insane and hey knew they would all die but Tecumseh believed in them and he wouldn't let them fail.

By now some of the boats had reached the coast of Uusmaa but Tecumseh's reached last. Many of his military aides and Black Bull where aboard, even through Black Bull was eighty-nine he was a strong men and a worthy military leader and Tecumseh brought him along. Already tents where set up and supplies loadd up on the coast.

OOC: It's okay. I just got aggravated because you wanted me to answer when I didn't see the need. And one thing... You just teeny-tiny godmodded there. There's about half a dozen Northern Rangerian ships in the area. No matter...

The victory of breaking through, however, was short-lived. Almost as soon as the natives had dared to relax on the sandy beach, all hell broke loose. The jungle erupted in gun fire, and night turned to day as spotlights from Northern Rangerian battleships hit the beach, with flares shot for extra light and confusion. The Picori had been quick to warn Fort Kannas and University Bay about the sudden invasion, and the Northern Rangerian coastal jaegers and navy had been quick to act. Fire from the jungle drove the dazed and surprised natives back, while suppressive fire from the three ships bombarded the southern side of the encampment, making sure that the Tuju and Botha would make their run for the north, towards Nova Terre.

The coastal jaegers and the navy had no intention to cause a massacre, but suppressive fire and constant hounding made sure that the suddenly demoralized Tuju were driven out of Uusmaa. Tecumseh would have to swallow this defeat, and see that the Picori had chosen their side.

Emori'an halenaye liliethhean
It was not long ago the sands were white, the air fresh and the only sound was the calm discussions of settlers, the waves coming down on the beach and the odd bird. Nowadays the sands were more crimson than white, the whole settlement smelled of infected wounds and sterilising solutions.
Most buildings had by now been converted into make-shift hospitals, luckily the treatment had started to improve thanks to a shipment of medical supplies and doctors accompanying them. Despite this the count of wounded kept rising. It seemed almost as if there wave after wave of wounded coming from the east, as if it was a morbid mockery of the waves coming from the sea.
Like most of the settlers A' was not as disturbed by the sight of ripped flesh, ruined muscles and other wounds anymore, he had gotten used to it by now.

The siccraniye had black spots under his eyes and his shoulders were sloping, bending under the weight that is exhaustion. He looked as sentinel Uny'an approached, the tall man look unphased by the suffering around him.

Nevri, I am afraid I must report that there has been a theft in our storages. I have tasked some souls in tracking the missing supplies and tightened security.

A' peered at the tall man, Uny'an always looked the same; sort of like a mix between a hawk and a statue of ice. The only emotion radiating from the man was vigilance, it was impossible to determine how he felt about anything by looking at him. Not that speaking to him made it easier, always the same tone. Formal and clear as crystal.
A' sighed

What was stolen?

I fear it was explosives nevri, the ones we used for construction of the larger buildings on the cliffs. About seven packs of it. Individually each pack has not much of a punch but it does not take a university laboratory to determine it came from us.

I will make certain you will have some more souls aiding you in locating the thief then. We cannot allow those explosives to be used in an attack on another settlement, it might be mistaken as an act of aggresion from us in order to protect the tribes

The tall man nodded and left. A' looked after him and hoped that his considerable skill would be enough.

Tecumseh couldn't believe this. Their where women and children in the camp and the white soldiers where firing at them. This camp was suppose to help women and children escape the fighting in Nova Terre but Tecumseh would not push back. He ordered a small group of men to go back to Nova Terre for help while the rest would battle it out.

Hundreds of men who had guns went behind the men who had native made weapons. The natives in front looked like they where going to be shot but with a an order by Tecumseh's hand the natives in front ducked down and the natives in behind fired their guns.

Tecumseh would never bow down under white men who had killed and oppressed his people. He could smell victory in the air and he ordered half of his men to charge forward towards the soldiers.

OOC: Hmm... You never said there were women and children in the camp. You only spoke of warriors.

The coastal jaegers were no amateurs in this kind of fighting. Their drill instructors had been veterans of the guerrilla-style War of Independence, and as soon as the natives charged, the jaegers retreated, luring the natives deeper into the jungle, where the reserves were ready. Gunfire broke out in the night, fresh reinforcements entering the fray, pushing the natives back to the beach with systematic fire.

If Tecumseh had been more knowledgeable of this style of warfare, he might have noticed how the jaegers only fired at armed men, and how the shelling from the battleships barely touched the tent line, only directing at groups of armed men.

Suddenly, however, the sound of gunfire was lost in a loud whooping sound. The Tuju most certainly knew that sound: it was a truce-caller, a wooden rattle used by the Picori and Gawara to call a truce in combat. The Northern Rangerian jaegers heard that as well, and they retreated into the jungle. And while the camp site was still blasted with the light of spotlights and flares, even the battleship cannons went silent. Only the moaning of the wounded and the dying broke the silence that followed.

"Men of Tuju and Botha!" came a call in the Picori dialect from the jungle. "Lower your weapons. The Picori and the white men wish to parlay. Do not shoot, we are sending your wounded to you!"

With that, about thirty of the men who had ran into the jungle after the "fleeing" jaegers, appeared from the jungle. Some were supported by their brothers, while a few were brought in by Picori. To the Tuju's surprise, the white men had not killed their prisoners, and it looked like some of them had even received first aid. The Picori looked quickly around and retreated into the woods, waiting for Tecumseh's answer.

Tecumseh ordered his men not to fire but he was disgusted the natives on this land had tunred to the white man. Tecumseh walked up to one of the Picori and spat at him. With a high and mighty voice Tecumseh called the man a white bastard in Tuju. He addressed his people to return home but he the only wanted to set up a refugee camp for the women and children. Tecumseh was a bright man and he learned english when he was eight years old and he looked through out the crowd of Picori to find an english speaking native.

By now instead of warriors women and children took their place and tents where set up to house them. Boats filled the coast as even more supplies filled in for them. The Civil war of the Indian wars what the British settlers where calling where taking the worse for the natives as they where being defeated every step of the turn and thousands of warriors had retreated by Nove Terre settler lands and crossed back to the native lands.

But news hit Tecumseh that Black Bull leader of the Botha tribe was shot while trying to help one of his people. Black Bull who was eighty-nine was said not to live but Tecumseh knew Black Bull would make a recoverly but his doctors told him Black Bull lost to much blood and died. Tecumseh was upset and tears came down his face. The Botha tribe lost a great leader in only a few minutes.


OOC: The warriors where their to protect the women and children. If you hadn't attacked Tecumseh would have asked to set up a refugee camp but it was my mistake for not including that:p

Just then one of the white men appeared. He was a tall man, easily as tall as Ubue of the Gawara had been. He raised his assault rifle slowly, and then tossed it back to the jungle where someone caught it. He did the same with his pistol in his belt holster, throwing it into the jungle. He then removed his helmet and pulled down the black hood that covered his face.

"I speak for the Governor of Uusmaa and our Prince", he called out, spreading his arms to show he was coming to the shore unarmed. He quickly muttered a few words to the frightened Picori as they retreated to the jungle.

"I am Major Calew Uuspele. I wish to speak with the leader of this expedition."

"You are looking at him you foolish white man. My people came here to build a refugee camp to flee from British oppresion and YOU SLAUGHTERED THEM!!! How dare you!".

Tecumseh brought forth the dead body of his comrade Black Bull. Black Bull was pale as snow and his face was terrible to look at. He pointed at Black Bull and screamed out in anger.

"YOUR MEN SLAUGHTERED THIS MAN WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO SAFE MY PEOPLE!! You disgust me you white pig!"

Tecumseh spat in Major Uuspele's face and called swore under his breath. The whole area was now quiet as Tecumseh yelled and screamed by his anger. He was disgusted and could barely watch the face of the man who had killed his best friend.

The Major let Tecumseh yell and scream. Understandable, the chieftain had lost a friend and a comrade. Slowly he wiped the spit from his face.

"Our Picori allies spoke of an invasion, chief Tecumseh. We reacted accordingly. You crossed the border with armed men. Look closely, chieftain... Tell me, did our guns fire at your women and your children? Are your tents still standing?" he asked calmly.

The tents still stood... and the women and children had survived the attack with a scare.

"We mourn the death of Black Bull as we mourned Ubue, chieftain", the Major spoke again. "We are a proud people as well, and we respect our enemies in life and death. And we do not kill women and children. As soon as our scouts saw that you were not a warparty, our Picori allies sounded the truce."

The Major looked around, standing calmly even though he saw rifles and bows trained at him. The situation was still tense...

"Tell me, chief Tecumseh", he then said, looking at the Tuju chieftain. "Why did you bring your people here?"

"I brought my people to create a refugee camp here for the women and children wanting to leave the conflict areas. I didn't not fire my men to fire at you while we came peaceful you fired at us!".

Looking at how intense the Major was Tecumseh ordered his men in Tuju to lay down their weapons. Few of them listened knowing they had to protect their leader but most peacful layed there weapons and stared at the white soldiers everywhere.

"Askel taakse!" Majot Uuspele barked at his men. The jaegers lowered their weapons into a ready position and retreated deeper into the jungle, still remaining within firing range.

The major then looked around and then to Tecumseh. "Your women and children may stay, as will any man who is armed only with a spear or a bow, or who gives up his rifle and ammunition. I am sorry, chief Tecumseh, but we cannot allow your war engulf our people and the Picori and the Gawara as well."

The major sighed. "We have medics with us, and not far from here is the town of University Bay with a good hospital. If you allow us, we will treat your wounded, even those who will not stay. I give you my word as a soldier that no harm will come to them. Those who stay here will be under the protection of the Picori and our Prince."

"However... We cannot allow you to stay unless you and your men surrender and forfeit their weapons, chief Tecumseh. I am sorry, but we cannot risk war with the British by granting you personal asylum. We will, however, allow you and your warriors safe passage across Picori and Northern Rangerian lands back to Nova Terre."

Tecumseh thought for a second and sighed he ordered his warriors back to their boats. He looked at the Major's face and for the first time in his life Tecumseh knew that this white man supported and wouldn't lie to him. After ordering his men to say good bye to their wives Tecumseh hugged the major and whispered in his ear,

"I'll be watching you and all your moves Major. Don't let me down ".

And with that Tecumseh quickly walked to his boat and sailed back to Nova Terre where the civil war coninuted to rage on. Tecumseh's wife Indira stood by watching on as her two children watched their father leave. She know knew she was incharge for the well being of the women and children and take command. She walked up to the Major and started talking to him,

"Hello Major Uuspele. I'm Indira, wife of Tecumseh and I have been ordered by my husband to take command of the welfare of our people here in this refugee camp. I have checked and over a thousand men need to be treated right away".

Major Uuspele watched silently as Tecumseh and his men sailed out. Sun was already peeking from the east, and the battleships shut their spotlights, allowing the Tuju and Botha to leave in peace.

The Brits will be all over our arses for this one, the major thought to himself, then clicked on the walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder. "Uniform Charlie tukikohdalle. Uhka vältetty. Pyydän välitöntä lääkintäapua. Loppu.", he talked to the walkie-talkie in his own language. "Tukikohta Uniform Charlielle. Sairaalalaiva Neitsyt on matkalla. Loppu.", came the swift answer.

Major Uuspele sighed to himself, already seeing Picori medicinemen and his own medics appearing from the jungle to handle the triage. Hopefully some of the worst wounded could be stabilized for transport. He also saw his own jaegers walking among the native women and children, and a small smile came to his lips. The jaegers had wiped off their blackface and put their assault rifles away, walking among the natives and pointing at various baskets and baggages. They went through them systematically, always paired with calming gestures to show they meant no harm. They only wished to make sure the natives were not carrying any hidden weapons. Some of the soldiers even reached into their pockets to bring out small candies or even some chocolate for the children.

Just then Uuspele heard him beeing greeted, and he turned his eyes to Indira. "Ma'am", he said, nodding politely in greeting. "I contacted University Bay. A hospital ship will arrive soon. Until then my medics and the Picori will take care of the wounded. How many of them are going to stay in here? And how many have you with you in total?"

"About 6,000 women and children another thousand with wounded natives so 7,000 natives are staying here until the war ends. We don't have enough supplies for all of tem and I hear even more natives are on their way down here."

Meanwhile back in Nova Terre

Premier Williams was mad and disgusted. He had heard what happened and he knew that the jaegers was so close in taking Tecumseh and arresting him! He ordered for his aides to phone call the Governor of Uusmaa. In stead of calming down Premier Williams ordered a blockade of the water way the natives had land in Uusmaa. If any naitves where crossing the water the Premier gaive them an order to blow them up.

Uuspele frowned at Indira's words. "I see. I will order my men to give up their rations for you - on your word that there will be no trouble. I am sorry, but after our battle with the Gawara, many of the colonists here are restless."

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Later that day, in Ruhtinala...

"Sir, I am not responsible to you. My task here is to protect our colony, and capturing Tecumseh would have been too great a...", governor Matsela was speaking to his phone until he heard the British official at the other end beginning to spout accusations at him.

Matsela grimaced. Just talking to this overeager little bureaucrat made his leg hurt. "I am sorry to hear that", he then spat. "But I will not endanger my men for your war. Tell your Premier I will allow the Tuju and Botha to send their noncombatants to safety in Uusmaa. And rest assured, we will not take kindly to British troops harassing women and children."

"And while we're on the matter... Tell your Premier he is most cordially invited to Ruhtinala for the peace conference", Matsela added and then shut the phone. He breathed deeply, trying to quench the anger inside him. Those fools... They will have the whole region fall into chaos for their war...

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Later still...

A single Picori messenger crossed the border zone quietly, wearing the white armband that the British and Northern Rangerian troops on either side of the line had privately agreed to keep as a signal of a friendly Uusmaa native. The young man ran quickly into the jungle, bearing a secret message. Northern Rangerian ships were patrolling the border waters, rounding up any and all escaping natives in the hopes of keeping the British fire at bay. These were international waters still, and the Northern Rangerian ships were in constant alert to make sure as many as possible of the refugees made their way safely to the refugee camp north of University Bay. It was a form of passive resistance, coming between British and native ships, using the bulk of the ships to both shield the small canoes, as well as letting the British know that if they fired on the canoes, they would also risk shooting the armed battleships.

The messenger knew all this. He was a trusted man of the Picori, and he carried a message, not to Premier Williams, but to another person entirely.

He carried a message to Tecumseh...

It was too damned hot.

For Edweard, Traveling up some small dirt track in a land rover for several hours was one thing. But having to endure the oppressive heat and humidity was quite another. And yet, there was light at the end of the tunnel - a very big one.

He looked around outside the vehicle. A large percentage of the land had been logged - stumps were everywhere. Beside the road, the beginning of a train track were starting to appear. Plumes of smoke rose from the distance into the air.

'We're here all right...' he quickly thought to himself, before returning to his sick bag to vomit once more.

* * *

Pulling himself from the car, and donning the hard helmet of the miner, Edweard began to lurch toward the command post.

The command post was little more than a hastily constructed hut that over looked the mining site. He, and some other mining officials were meant to meet their for the big opening of the Stithenac mine. He was looking forward to it - it was his turn to push the big red button - but somehow, all this senseless destruction of nature seemed - wrong.

He went through the whole usual routine - enter the hut, meet some old friends, and open the champagne. And then, the time came.

Watched by friends and work-mates alike, he rested his hands on the detonator. Taking one last look at the disturbed land, he pushed down.

The ground shook as tons of earth were thrown into the air. With a bang, the strip mining of these new colonies had begun.

(OOC: Internet died. Anything directed at me while I was gone?)

(OOC: Internet died. Anything directed at me while I was gone?)


OOC: No... I don't think so. There's just a native-colonist war going on in United Kingdom2...

Nova Terre, St.Alberta Cross

All day long the natives and British soliders battled it out on the battlefield. Tanks could be heard from sixty miles away. Tecumseh had even joined his men and where now fighting with them to end the British oppression and violence. By now hundreds and hundreds of young natives many of them who where fathers where now dead and Tecumseh barely had enough to spare to continue fighting.

But his military aides found a hill in the British lines and in a matter of minutes the battle was over. The British had been defeated but they hadn't lost al ot of men only the natives did. 6,000 warriors had fought in the battle, over 600 where now dead and over 4,000 where now wounded. Tecumseh didn't know what to do now.

Just then he saw a messenger running towards him holding a letter. Tecumseh took the letter and thanked the man and begain to open it......



Port Royal, Nova Terre

Premier Williams was on the news wearing his formal suit and a speech in his hand to present to the British settlers.

"Fellow British peoples today violence and conflict have taken over Nova Terre. We have seen blood rush on to our waters and lands but that shall now change. The British government has ordered that a full attack on the naitves shall happen tomorrow morning. Better trained british troops shall be arriving to help defeat the natives. Currently out of the 500,000 settlers their are 100,000 native settlers that the government sent with us to claim the land. The Ada natives or tribe as we call them back home have now lost their rights as British citizens in Nova Terre. If you see any Ada native please call your local militia and they shall come right away to arrest the natives. Good night and God Bless Nova Terre".


St.Johnburgs, Nova Terre

British settlers began to round up thousands of Ada natives and dropped them up in St.Johnburgs. The Adas had been brought over from the British colony of Mexico to work on farms in Nova Terre. Thousands of them started their own farms and made even more money then the British settlers. When they had found out they lost their rights hundreds of them left to the refugee camp in Uusmaa. The thousands of Adas who didn't listen to their comrades ended up in jial and thousands where beat by police and soldiers.

Many left to the native land side in Nova Terre to join the Tuju and Botha tribes in order to fight for freedom. many would die in their first battle.....

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St Alberta Cross,
Nova Terre

The Picori messenger, however, was not carrying a written message. No, the Northern Rangerians had suspected that the British might intercept the messenger. In that case bearing a message to a rebel leader might have greatly endangered their position in the island. Instead, the Picori - who spoke no English - had memorized the message like he used to do with long narrative stories of his tribe, and now he began parroting it out to Tecumseh.

To Tecumseh of Tuju, from Governor Matsela of Uusmaa. We invite you to the coming negotiations in Ruhtinala. Delegates from two other nations are arriving as well, and we hope to find a peaceful solution between the colonists and the natives. The British have not answered our calls, but we hope that You will arrive and show you are reliable and trustworthy in our eyes. The Picori and Gawara chieftains will also be attending. Be not alarmed; once in Uusmaa, you are under His Majesty's protection. No harm will come to you or your entourage.

Godspeed, and may we meet soon.

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+++++ Official Communique of the Office of the Prince of Northern Rangeria +++++

To the Government of the Second United Kingdom


With great dislike we have followed the war Premier Williams of Nova Terre wages against the native tribes of Your Osmiu colony. Now we have to inform you that his actions have crossed a limit which we cannot tolerate.

Recently a total of seven thousand Tuju men, women and children left Nova Terre. These noncombatants have been given asylum in Uusmaa, and we have gone to great lengths in making sure that they do not supply the rebels or carry modern weaponry by which they might spread their warfare to Uusmaa.

However, following the setting up of this refugee camp, we received a quite aggressive communique via telephone from Nova Terre, and we have witnessed British ships chasing down and firing upon defenseless refugee canoes heading for Uusmaa. We cannot tolerate such senseless violence on international waters, and for this reason our Navy has been protecting the refugees whenever possible.

We must demand that the British government curb the nigh-genocidal enthusiasm of Premier Williams and allow the refugees to pass freely. From this moment on, any shot fired towards refugees will be considered an act of war towards the Principality, and we will not tolerate such acts of aggression.

As a further note to avoid this crisis from escalating, we invite the British government to send a representative to Ruhtinala, where in association with native chieftains and representatives of colonial powers we wish to negotiate terms by which the Osmiu Islands would cease to be a hotbed of colonial warfare.

We request an immediate answer.

Signed,

Prince Mikhail IV
Dux Maximus, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Colonies, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens

White Palace, UK2

"Sir Nova Terre is in a major conflict we need to answer this call sir!"

Prime Minister Jack Patterson looked at his aide and ordered for him to phone his Joint Chiefs of Staff and his Defence Minister. After a two hour meeting the Prime Minister agreed. If the Northern Rangerians where to help the naitves war would be declared. He had enough and wanted the war to stop between the settlers and the natives.

To the Office of the Prince of Northern Rangeria
From the UK2 Ministry of Defence

If the Northern Rangeria navy stops the British navy in any way war shall be declared. If Northern Rangeria helps the rebel war will be declared. If you try to threat us sir war shall be declared. Premier Williams has been recalled back to the United Kingdom and a new Premier shall arrive. Prime Minister Patterson shall attend the peace talks.

White Palace, UK2

To the Office of the Prince of Northern Rangeria
From the UK2 Ministry of Defence

If the Northern Rangeria navy stops the British navy in any way war shall be declared. If Northern Rangeria helps the rebel war will be declared. If you try to threat us sir war shall be declared. Premier Williams has been recalled back to the United Kingdom and a new Premier shall arrive. Prime Minister Patterson shall attend the peace talks.

+++++ Official Communique of the Office of the Prince of Northern Rangeria +++++

To Mr Jack Patterson, Prime Minister of UK2,

We must point out a discrepancy in your latest communique. The Principality has remained neutral in your conflict, and will remain so unless given cause otherwise. Our aide to the Tuju and Botha has been humanitarian only, in terms of allowing noncombatants to take refuge in Uusmaa. While we condemn the massacre committed both by the natives and the colonists, we cannot stand idly by and allow civilian casualties to mount. For this reason we request that you withdraw the apparent orders of the British navy in the area to harass natives bound for Uusmaa waters.

Our interviews of the Tuju refugees have bore many mentions of atrocities caused by British troops under orders from Premier Williams. Rest assured, the issue the Principality has in regards to the Osmiu crisis is with the aforementioned Premier and his policy of total war - not with the British government.

We hope that peace will soon be found in this corner of the Osmiu Islands.

Signed,

Prince Mikhail IV
Dux Maximus, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Colonies, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens

Osborne, Oceanian Osmiu

Harrison lifted his small china cup towards his lips, the steam swirling upwards between his face and that of Spencer and Montford. He tilted the chinaware towards his lips and let himself savour a small sip of the smooth tea–not particularly strong, but flavourful enough to distract from the rhythmic sound of fan blades slicing through the thick tropical air.

"Congratulations, General," Montford said, his suddenness snapping the two military officers back to the hot and humid reality of Osmiu. "It has been a week and you have pacified these natives and quelled the resistance." The gleam in his eye and the breadth of his smile provoked a small nod from the general. "I think that the time has come that we advertise this colony as open to immigration from the United Kingdom." Montford punctuated his exclamation and summation of the initial operations with a perfunctory sip of his own tea that was quickly swallowed and punctuated itself with a question. "How soon until we begin to move inland and beginning harvesting the forests, General Harrison?"

In the past week, native attacks had dropped–but so too had sightings. Harrison had used the time to ensure the safe landing of his infantry brigade from Recedentia along with their supplies and the fortification of a settlement that Montford had only begrudgingly acquiesced in naming Osborne. The Royal Marines, who had endured the bulk of the fighting in the past week, had been put back aboard Royal Navy vessels and were en route to larger harbours in the east where Harrison hoped to find more defensible positions than the otherwise open jungle terrain surrounding Osborne–save the Rock.

North of the settlement, an escarpment provided a physical boundary separating the colony from the highland, also covered in thick vegetation. A hilltop with two natural land routes to and from the crest anchored Harrison's defence of Osborne. It overlooked the settlement and much of the highland north, east, and west. While construction of the Rock fortification was far from complete, heavy-lift helicopters were busy shuttling supplies, munitions, and artillery and sensor systems to a new command post. With the exception of the Rock, however, the settlement was largely vulnerable to any sizeable force that managed to take and hold the escarpment. And for the time being, Harrison knew that the natives held a distinct advantage over the United Kingdom in terms of sheer manpower.

"Mr. Montford, I must advise you against venturing too far from Osborne. While my men have secured a perimeter, it is but just that–a perimeter. We have experienced providence over the past several days, sir–not any sign of the willingness of the natives to relinquish their control over the land."

"But what about all the dead ones?"

Spencer now added her voice to the discussion, with the intention of supporting Hamilton. "Mr. Montford, the Royal Marines killed several dozen natives. However, ORNI estimates thousands of natives in our claim alone. At best, sir, they have simply withdrawn from the field of battle to strike us again at our weakest. And your loggers off felling trees constitute just such a target." She paused for a moment hoping to let that small fact sink in. But Montford's blank face changed not at all. "Additionally, sir, our interrogation of some of the captured natives indicate that a pan-Osmiu style of native insurrection may be stewing. While we cannot independently verify much, if anything, of what our prisoners are stating, it seems that in the northern islands the natives are successfully striking back at colonial settlements."

Montford shook his head. As a major financial backer of the new colony, his interest lay in generating an immediate return for his fellow investors, as well as himself. That natives had managed to kill some marines and soldiers, Montford was disgusted. Though not for the loss of life, for that was the purpose of military personnel, but for the bad publicity that would, eventually, surely surround the Oceanian colony. "I do not care much for your explanation, General." He turned then to face Spencer, "nor for yours." He leaned back in his seat and quickly finished the remainder of his tea. "I have obligations to Oceanian citizens back in the UK. Those obligations require economic activities to begin forthwith upon this isle. And they will begin forthwith, General. And your soldiers," he turned to Spencer, "and your marines," he returned to Harrison, "will provide security. Are we understood?"

Without waiting for an answer, Montford rose from the table and offered the two officers a smile. "Have a pleasant day," he added in a rapidly changed tone. He then walked out of the room quickly, leaving Harrison and Spencer alone to exchange glances and shakes of the head before finishing their tea and returning to their respective commands.

To Mr Jack Patterson, Prime Minister of UK2,

We must point out a discrepancy in your latest communique. The Principality has remained neutral in your conflict, and will remain so unless given cause otherwise. Our aide to the Tuju and Botha has been humanitarian only, in terms of allowing noncombatants to take refuge in Uusmaa. While we condemn the massacre committed both by the natives and the colonists, we cannot stand idly by and allow civilian casualties to mount. For this reason we request that you withdraw the apparent orders of the British navy in the area to harass natives bound for Uusmaa waters.

Our interviews of the Tuju refugees have bore many mentions of atrocities caused by British troops under orders from Premier Williams. Rest assured, the issue the Principality has in regards to the Osmiu crisis is with the aforementioned Premier and his policy of total war - not with the British government.

We hope that peace will soon be found in this corner of the Osmiu Islands.

Signed,

Prince Mikhail IV
Dux Maximus, Lord of Northern Rangeria and Her Outlying Colonies, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens


Nova Tere, United Kingdom2 Lan claim

Prime Minister Patterson read the letter as he was on board his plane Marine One. Him and many of his advisers where on board to settle the war and bring back peace to Nova Terre. Beside him sat newly appointed Premier Hillary Scott who lead and sign the peace treaty between the natives and settlers.

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Uusmaa Colony Airspace

Prime Minister Patterson and Newly appointed Premier Hillary Scott where about to land any moment. He was in a happy mood after he heard the natives where defeated at last and Tecumseh had been arrested under the forces of General Alex Dole. A plane was flying him also to Uusmaa Colony to settle a peace treaty.