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Sergeant Chalmer looked out from his APC down the pass. It was quiet as always. Two men sat on chairs facing each other playing a seemingly intense game of chess within the rough looking outpost to his right. The eerily still surroundings were interrupted by the occassional gust of wind rushing down the pass and rattling the iron gates that blocked the single lane path into three stages. This place gives me the creeps.

Looking at his watch, he put his fingers in his mouth and whistled to the men in the hut. As soon as he had their attention, he made a gesture with one hand against his ear as if to resemble a telephone. It was enough. One of the men picked up the radio. "Outpost Five, Blue Team to Home. We have a complete dead zone. I repeat, we have a dead zone."

From behind him, Chalmer could hear the sounds of another APC. Climbing out from his seat at the wheel, he shielded his eyes against the low glaring sun. The vehicle came to a stop and a Staff Sergeant opened the door and got out. Instantly, Chalmer snapped to attention. After a shared salute, the new arrival looked at the gates. "All clear, eh?"

"Yessir!"

"We have word from those boys in government that we may be seeing some more action around here in days to come. Keep your eyes open. Radio first, shots later. Ive got a company of men on standby for this outpost and Four. We have Green Team over there at the moment. Should things get heated on both outposts, the military is on high alert, soldier."

"Nice to know you have our backs, Sir!"

A smile spread across the Staff Sergeant's face. "Now now, Chalmer. Haven't I always looked out for my men, serving the ever boring, ever vital task of watching this big hunk of stone?"

A laugh was shared by both men. "That you have, Sir!"

"Well, anyway. Just to let you know. I thought Id come check up on you personally. Check you haven't died of boredom." As he turned to get back into his vehicle, he stopped, looking over towards the hut. "Oh, and Chalmers. Stop your men doing that, we are on high alert. If the enemy comes rolling through those hills, I want weapons blazing and lots of action, not a Fool's Mate!"

Baron Henry Sygmir raised the radio mouthpiece from where it was mounted in the command APC and spoke into it.

'Ghost squad, report in.' A crackling of static then,

'Ghost reporting. Watching the enemy, but they're just sitting in the guardpost.' A pause. 'Four more guards than yesterday, sir. Two enemy APC's guarding the roadway.' The man grimaced at this. They didn't have very much anti-tank ammunition left, and they couldn't leave Ghost team out much longer. He pressed the send button again.

'Ghost team, photograph enemy vehicles and pull out, copy?'

'Confirm, photograph vehicles and fall back?'

'Confirm, Ghost. Bring it home.' Thumping and rustling took place in the background as the radio operator responded.

'Roger that,sir, photographs taken and we are on rout to home base.'

Henry Sygmir attached the microphone to it's hook on the side of the radio, then stood in the hatch of his Armored Personnel Carrier. The sun was high, and if they moved now the sun would be in their eyes. Not yet, but soon, they would have their lands again.

The small militant state of Lithya (lie-thia), having a grand total of 4.2 million people, bordered Sygmir directly south of what our people call the treachrous Cavical Mountains.

While being smaller in population than many cities of countries across the world, and having a land mass of just 2,631 square miles, including bodies of water and its coastline, this country has one of the worlds most vicious and well trained military forces the world over. This is partly thanks to being surrounding by ultra-imperialistic nations, forcing this small nation to become warriors beyond that of even the strongest military forces around them.

Mixed with that is a very successful economy that helps to keep this small nation on par with its much larger neighbors, and people with pride beyond reproach and you have yourself a vibrant and successful country - albeit tiny.

The dark, cool night skies washed over what seemed to be a typical late evening over Lythia. It's four cities lighting up the corners of the country like bonfines in an otherwise black forest.

On this eve, however, things were getting a little tense behind the closed doors of the Chamber of Paladins, where the government officials and military leaders meet.

"General, what is the status update?" asked the Lythian King, Ried Boh'nard. General Ashlib spoke, "Sir, it appears our neighbors are once again looking for a fight. Sygmir has already begun to send out declarations of war. And the neighbors - well, they're always ready for war. You know how they are, Sir."
"Damn do I know." Ried said, "And this is all to be expected. As you know, we've been keeping tabs on Sygmir, and as we all know, their situation is grave. Like any of us acting out of desperation, they are preparing to lash out. And this is exactly what we've been waiting for." he said, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glinting in the dimly lit room, dark where with its cobblestone floors, black marble ceiling, and white stone walls with images of great warriors and great men etched into it.

"General, you know exactly what to do." he said. "Yes, sir. I will get right on it. This will be good. For sure." General Ashlib responded.

"Alright, we are done. You're all excused." Ried said, standing up. The men waited until he was fully standing before they, themselves, excused themselves from their seats as was tradition. And while no longer the case, in the past one would be beheaded from their very seat should they begin to stand before the King himself stood fully.

In a moments time, the room was dark, the metal doors closing with a resounding Clinkity-clank as it was closed and locked by the guards.

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The guard posts mounted throughout the mountain range along the Lythian-Sygmirian border had been on a higher level of warning for the past few weeks with the rumors of an up-coming war spreading through the government and military. And such was the case now, except it was official. Sygmir had formally declared war against multiple nations. And while we had yet to receive the official declaration, it was expected to come.

There was much distrust within the ranks of the Lythian military toward all of its neighbors. And due to this, they were preparing themselves for a possible 'suprise' attack by any of them without an official declaration first.

As such, with the news breaking, the Lythian military was put on DEFCOM 1 alertness, all troops ordered to prepare for the inevitable war.

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To Our Neighbors

How dare Sygmir declare their war against us! This cannot be acceptable! We must work together to fight them. We are willing to assist in defense while your troops get the glory of destroying those swine on their own land!

I say let there be death! Let their be blood! Their land, their valley, shall become a lake of their blood in which we shall drink from!

Join us, hand-in-hand, as we once and for all destroy and conquer the animals that call themselves humans! Sygmir shall be no more tomorrow, and the spoils will be ours!

Join us, men-in-arms, our legions of mighty warriors beheading these dogs!

Your Comrade,

King Ried Boh'nard of Lythia

Sergeant Zane Winters was sat in his quarters, cleaning his D6 pistol. There was knock at the door.

"Come in" he said

Corporal Smith put his head around the door "Sir, i think you ought to see this" he said "Put the TV onto channel 27"

Zane picked up the remote control and turned the TV on. It was the news.

"...small nation of Sygmir today declared war on Lythia, seemingly unprovoked. The Army Commander, General Walcott, has been ordered to send Ustian troops to high alert in order to aid Lythia. In other news a cat stuck in a tree..."

Zane flicked it off. There was another knock. This time, it was Lieutenent Childress.

"Sergeant, prepare the men for war" he said sternly, before swiftly leaving.

"Yes sir" Zane said, with a forced smile.

He picked up his pistol and put it into his holster. He stepped out of the room and headed down the corridor to the recreation room.

Laughter and shouting could be heard from the rec room as Zane approached it. The door was open, so he stepped straight inside. As he did, cheering broke out from the occupants.

"Hey sarge!" shouted one of the soldiers "Finally decided to join us?"

Zane smiled "Settle down, ladies and gentlemen"

The shouting gradually died down as Zane waited.

After there was complete silence, Zane spoke

"As of now, we are preparing for war" he said "The nation of Sygmir recently declared war on it's neigbour Lythia. We're going to be providing support for the Lythian retaliation."

The soldiers sat there, seemingly stunned.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Zane "Get your gear together!"

"Yes sir" came a unanimous reply.

As Zane stepped out of the room, a uniformed soldier approached him

"Sergeant, the Colonel wants to see you in his office" he said.

Within his luxurious town house, President Leeroth sat at his conference table, alongside the nation's top military advisors. The latest news on the potential conflict looming over New Lutana was no shock, but it was certainly suprising that such a bold message had been sent out. "What's the catch?" Leeroth finally asked.

"As far as we can tell, Sir, there isn't one. It's fairly safe to say they are speaking honestly."

Leeroth frowned as he pushed himself out of his chair and walked around to the side of the table. "Be careful, but tell them we would agree to banding together. Obviously, as soon as anything happens that is, let's say, untoward, I want to be informed immediately so we can take action."

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A satellite was making the daily pass of the mountain range between New Lutana and Sygmir. Within the few minutes it could, it took a number of high resolution pictures of the range, and the land on both sides.

The images were sent down to Intel in New Lutana. Gary Hodges, a member of staff at the intelligence facility, looked over the pictures he was working with. Shocked, he picked up the phone and called the Chiefs of Staff.

Zane stepped into the Colonel's office.

"You wanted to see me sir?" He asked

The blacke leather chair swiveled around. Colonel Kamarov sat there.

"Yes" he said sternly "Take a seat sergeant"

Zane sat in front of the desk.

"I've got good news and bad news for you sergeant" he said "the bad news is that this battalion's XO, Lt. Childress, is dead"

"What? How?" asked Zane

"Drug overdose by the looks of it" replied Kamarov

"So, what's the good news sir?"

"You're his replacement" smiled Kamarov "Congratulations Lieutenant"

"Uh, thank you sir" Zane replied cautiously

Kamarov changed tack

"Now, we've got a war to win" he said "make us proud"
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Hydria Airbase, Ustio North

The troops assembeled at the airbase wore the black and yellow H.A.Z.E armour, and many of them carried BSW-72 Assault Rifles.

Zane was amongst them.

Chatter and laughter filled the air, but there was also an uneasyness growing in the crowd.

Just then, several helicopters appeared over the horizon. It was time. The helicopters came into land on the runway.

"Alright, first squad on me" shouted Zane, heading for the nearest helicopter. The door to a nicely furbished cargo area opened, and Zane and his squad piled in.

As the last soldier climbed in, the helicopter lifted off. Once in the air, the squad was quiet. They knew what was coming next. F-15's and F/A-40 Warhawks flew by as they headed for Sygmir.

Incoming radio broadcast, public channel,

A crackling of static, then patriotic music starts playing in the background, and a man begins to speak.

'My people, sons and daughters of Sygmir. Are we not a proud people? Are we not descended from patriots and heroes? And if we are such, why do these invaders think they can burn our homes, steal our food, and extort our people? Well, it shall stand no longer. As I speak, five hundred thousand men and women are marching and riding to the front. The Declarations of War have been sent and we are moving to retake what is rightfully ours. Sygmir has been attacked, invaded, and oppressed by those we sought to escape.'A pause, as if for breath, or to steady himself. 'Fifteen years ago, I asked for time, and that time has been granted by you. Patriots all, you have supported me throughout my leadership of this great and wondrous land. A land of true people, who have been scorned and conquered, but no more. We have been lifted up from the depths of history and are preparing to take our place in the seats of the great, the nations never forgotten, always remembered as those who fought and won their freedom!.' Tumultuous applause, cheering and shouts of 'Baron Sygmir!'. Then it is all suddenly hushed, as the man calls for silence.

'When this war is over, I will step down from my position as Baron. The lands of Sygmir will be too vast for me to take care of myself, and I think the time has come to realize that there is more to Sygmir than being a simple barony. We are a nation now, and after we have defeated our enemies on the field of battle, we will erase the ones in our minds. Sygmir will become a true state, not just another fiefdom. Serfdom and slavery will be abolished, as there will be a plentiful workforce once the citizens, yes, citizens of Sygmir are accepted.
'I will not make those who are civilians of the countries that oppose us serfs and farmhands. They are doctors and merchants, librarians and, indeed, soldiers. We will need soldiers when this is said and done. War has it's cost. But we must look ahead, to a bright future, one in which Sygmir has a true meaning. Now I ask that you bow your heads with me, as we hear our national Anthem.'

1939 somewhere close to the frontlines in Sygmir

Two MH-53s and 4 attack helicopters the two MH-53s kicked up a cloud of dust as they landed and heavily armed soldiers ran out and to up there post to protect the personal inside the choppers. A small group of gentlemen walked out of the back of the first chopper and walked toward the command post. The lead gentleman asked to see the commander in charge. A guard of the sygimir army lead the gentleman into the command post and lead him the commander of the sygimir army. Sir my name is Gen. Alarico Bruno of the RIDF, and the commander of Task Force 52 (codename: Strong arm) the Combine arms division. You must be Marshal Robert Sigrin with the Third Mechanized Jagers. This Marshal sigrin this is my staff Col. Assunta Napolitani she is the liaison from the RIAF she will work with your air force with intell and bombing targets. Next is LT Col. Beato Milano he is in command of the marine force. Last is Maj. Renzo Castiglione with the RIDF special forces he will be in command of the special forces Battaion. Oh there is Mr. Costante Genovesi with the Imbrinium intelligence Agency and I’m not sure what his job is he hadn’t said much to us about his mission. Well Marshal Sigrin that’s my staff and my forces are ready for there target package and orders if you have them ready for us. I have 35,500 troops ready to move, plus we brought attack chopper and transports. We have our own CAS, and bomber support to waiting for orders

The streets of the four cities filled at dust arrived; people young and old celebrating with the military personel for they'd be heading out shortly.

However, inside the King's Tower, the central building for the Lythian government, things weren't so joyous. They knew this war would be dangerous, and they knew many of their young service men would not be coming home - not with their life or limbs, anyway.

They prepared for war, awaiting word from which of their neighbors would like Lythian troops to defend them while they went on an offensive against Sygmir.

((Mugandan, this is @ you.))

A rumbling came from the area where the road intersected with the forest. As if a hundred wild animals all growling at once, shattering the stillness of the woodland. Five APC's rolled out of the woods, charging up the hill towards the two similar vehicles sitting behind the gates. The two leading APC's fired their chainguns, shredding the iron bars before rolling right over them.

The two F/A-40 Warhawks blasted into Sygmir.

They both carried twin 30mm chainguns, missiles and bombs.

"Command, this is Falcon One. We've entered enemy territory. Proceeding to target now" said the pilot of the lead aircraft

"Understood Falcon One. Take out any armour in the area" came the reply

The Falcon One's WSO piped up "Sir, i'm seeing enemy armour to our south-west"

"Right then, we'll take it out" replied the pilot "Falcon Two, this is Falcon One. Enemy Armour to the south-west. Let's take them out"

"Understood One, lead the way"

The Warhawks peeled off and dived on to the APC's below. As they dived, they released their 1000lbs bombs and fired their chainguns...

It is in the national interest of New Brittonia to help civilians in times of war. As a result, we wish to send in several humanitarian aid divisions into the Symgirian region for the above said purposes.

Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Nabila Katchab

"Enemy vehicles within the pass, assistance required. Repeat, assistance required."

The shouting over the radio was heard in command with a backdrop of assault rifle fire as Chalmer and his outpost emptied their mags into the armoured vehicles beyond the gates. Knowing it would do little damage, if not none, Chalmer climbed into his APC as his men also boarded. Kicking it into gear, he tore away from the approaching enemy, abandoning the outpost.

The private on the mounted machine gun fired at the enemy behind them, and as they tore through the gates he aimed as best he could at the windscreens of the APCs. It all happened quickly. The only thing Chalmer managed to see in his mirrors was the explosion, just before his vehicle hit a small bump and the force of the blast sent the whole thing rolling over.

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The call came in on the radio as the men stationed just a quarter of a mile from Outpost Five sped off towards the breach. They would lock down the area and dig themselves in. If they could hold the enemy back for just twenty minutes, the reinforcements would arrive to clean up.

It was little reassurance for some men. This could be their dying day.

The New Brittonian government wishes to receive permission by warring factions to send in foreign aid to civilians and to inspect POW camps, and also distribute aid to the prisoners of war.

Signed,
Nabila Katchab

1302 low and fast somewhere at the border of Sygmir and Lythia
Nightmare lead to nightmare flight we are a go for target package 1. “I say again target package 1”
Roger that lead as the flight of 6 Tornado fighter/bombers and 4 F-24s screamed across the country side
There target was a airfield inside lythia that was being use for attacks on Sygmirian forces. There job was to knock out that airbase. 3 GR4 tornados carried BLU-107 to crater the runway and the other 3 carried jp-233s to blanket the area with submunitions to hinder repair. The 4 F-24s where for sam suppression and air defense, 1 having ECM package. The flight was flying nap of the earth and mach 1.5. the target base was use by lythiaian air force to attack sygmir ground forces earlier.

Nightmare lead to flight target on radar 10 mikes out. Arm bombs and get ready! Roger that!

From Baron Sygmir,
To All it may concern:

As of right now, a policy has been decided on that any and all Prisoners of War that are not senior military or police officers, or political prisoners, will be turned over to a neutral nation, or if none can be found, placed under guard inside what comfortable quarters may be found.

Let it also be noted that any and all officers of a neutral nation allowing aid to any civilian body, whether mine or an enemies, will not be hindered or obstructed in any way, so long as they pass a standard Customs check. Also any civilian body wishing to travel to or from Sygmir will be allowed to do so, after passing afore mentioned Customs check.

The helicopters flew towards the Lythian Border.

"Lythian Border Control, this is Outlaw 2-5, leading Ustio's Invasion of Sygmir. Requesting Permission To Pass Through Your Airspace"

To: All those involved
From: New Brittonian Ministry of Foreign Relations

The United Socialist States of New Brittonia wishes to send in humanitarian aid to the war-ravished region.

Signed,
Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Nabila Katchab

"NOT IN MY COUNTRY!" Leeroth screamed, before taking a few moments to breathe. "Who do they think they are? Demanding the right to march in, take care of our prisoners? Ill tell you, those prisoners have never had it so damn good!"

"Ill say no, Sir. Ill put it more diplomatically though."

"To hell you will. Tell 'em to sling their hook."

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Nabila Katchab,

We regretfully inform you that at this moment in time, no aid or POW camp inspectors will be allowed within New Lutana's border. We would also add, that due to the heightened military activity within our borders, that any aid workers within our borders may be mistaken as a hostile force.

While we would not fire on civilians, we urge you not to stray from the areas in which you have permission, as we cannot assure you against any mishaps.

Should the situation change, we will notify you promptly.

Foreign Affairs Office of President Leeroth.

The Grand World Order Iron Province bordered Sygmir. The Province was a major asset of the Fascist Federation, as much of the materials used by the GWO War Machine came from the mines there. It also sported one of the GWO's largest populations.

Iron was infamous for the fact that if anything was happening on a national scale, it would blatantly be seen there. Cult crackdowns years ago had turned violent in Iron first, with a Civilian Control officer being shot in the back of his head with a 1911, and his partner coming under AK-101 fire from the same person. Later on, Kashists had taken over a News Station, killing a large amount of civilians and three Civilian Control officers before being gunned down by State Troopers in a helicopter.

The Furry Genocide had been seen here by the amazing speed in which the civilians and the Government worked together to annihilate furries, killing every furry or scaring them off within a single week.

Iron was home to three cities, named City of Iron, Iron City #2, and Iron City #3. City of Iron was the Command City, and the Count lived there in a prominent tower that was about as tall as the Petronas Towers. The Iron Civilian Control Unit was known as one of the best trained Civilian Control Units in the GWO, second only to that of Magna Polis.

Nobody was expecting what was about to happen with the neighbors. The Provincial Protection Garrison was on Low Alert (Instead of Minimal or No Alert), due to a few international incidents involving the GWO.

Inside the leading APC of the three that had not been destroyed in the blast, Lance Leader Alexander Sigisin bellowed orders through his battered field radio.
'Rogor, once we get out of this pocket, split left and head right for the woods. Try to weave, over.' Static that was barely heard of the sound of chaingun fire was all he could hear. 'Sergeant Rogor, come in, over.'
'This is Rogor! Those jet's have us pinned. Trying to stay out of their line of fire as much as possible, over.' At this moment, Alexander heard the whoosh of a jet engine. Their driver, Regien, shouted, 'Hold tight, he's comin' 'round!'
Sigisin latched onto the handrail next to where he was sitting in the back of the armored car. It's all going so wrong,the officer thought. this was supposed to be quick mission, capture the APC's and their crew, blow the station, and get out. But everything has gone wrong. There were more soldiers than Ghost team had reported, and those jets had come out of nowhere.

A hail of bullets tore through the rear compartent, felling three of the six men sitting there, and the man operating the car's gun.
'Corporal, take this radio, call SkyFire patrol and get them to take out those jets!' With that, the senior officer climbed into the gunner's seat and began firing on their pursuers.
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At the SkyFire anti-aircraft battery, waiting in the Cedar Wood.

A tall man with salt and pepper hair and green forest fatigues paced up and down in front of a row of waiting men and women, all sitting in front of a computer with communications equipment sitting beside it. It was silent but for the tapping of the man's combat boots. then, suddenly, one of the radio operators started speaking furiously through their microphone.
'Say again, corporal? Jet fighter-bombers? Roger that, it's on the way.' The young man looked up from his desk. 'APC Lance requesting air support, they're taking heavy fire from enemy fighters. The APC's down, but the other two are on their way.'
There was a flurry of activity as AA guns were rolled out, fighters were armed, and another five armored cars prepared to disembark.

Press Conference Excerpt
23-05-2008

RYAN PETERSON (The Associated Press)-
Madame Foreign Minister, earlier today, the government of Mungada, in an open letter, denied New Brittonia’s request to send in aid workers in their territorial borders and in the Mungadan front and inspect their POW camps, what do you have to say about that?

NABILA KATCHAB (Minister of Foreign Affairs)-
I am very sad that they have denied our request; however, we will press on for permittance. We do understand that the aid workers may be considered as enemy troops, especially the New Brittonian Marine Corps, which provides much of the logistical aid, whose outfit is a tan desert camouflage. The New Brittonian Foreign Service Corps has a pink camouflage uniform, so that would, I( hope, be easily identifiable. Civilian aid workers would be wearing civilian clothes, and would have identifiable marks, so we would assume that it would be easy to distinguish them…

However, neither I nor the Ministries of National Service and Foreign Affairs will not quit in pressuring nations to allow our relief workers to distribute aid.

The quick thinking of the satellite intelligence staff had given New Lutana a chance to fight back early on. Action was taken to alert all allies of the small grouping of forces about to push on through the pass to Outpost Five, and the reply had been inevitable. The smouldering wrecks of a small number of APCs lay wasted in between the two walls of rock, and a company of men had arrived to lock down the area.

Not having time to dig in, they took up positions blocking the way out of the open area just past the outpost and into the forest using quickly rolled out barbed wire and their own vehicles. Barely having time to do this, the men took up defensive positions. A call went out on the radio from the Company NCO's to the earpieces of the men. "We need to buy our boys twenty minutes, soldiers. Lets do this!"

The nagging thought at the back of the men's minds was that their company was fighting a losing battle from the start.

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Chalmer's head was pounding, as smoke began to fill the cab. Turning his head to his left, he saw one of the men at the outpost, Harris Greene, looking in a bad way. Moaning, he tried rolling down the window. Broken. Gripping his side arm, he flung out at the window, shattering it, and he began to crawl out of the overturned APC. Pulling his legs free, he started to feel the pain ripping through his body.

He slipped into unconsciousness.

'We need a medic in here!' Two badly shot up armored transports were rolling into the repair and refit garage. One of them was barely moving, and the mechanician groaned loudly. 'That's gonna need a new engine, the tranny sounds shot...' A gurney carrying a badly hit trooper rushed past him. Someone shouted, 'Where are the others? Where are the targets?' Another soldier climbed from the top of the APC, through the gunner's hatch.

'The mission was a complete failure.' The General said, clearly, for all to hear. 'Two jet fighters came out of nowhere, took us completely by surprise, and the command APC managed to get away. We did considerable damage, but they'll dig in, now we've bloodied their nose.'

'What do you suppose we do about this, General Sigrin?' That was a dark haired, light skinned man sitting at the head of the conference table.

General Sigrin cleared his throat before speaking again. 'I have sent the Third Mech. to secure the pass before it can be fortified by the enemy. We will take and hold it, and use it as the passageway into Lythia.'

'Who did you send with them?'

'Constable Palmer volunteered the Second Armored Infantry, Lord Commander.' The seated man chuckled grimly.

'And he calls me a ridiculous buck. He's sending me to New Carribean, you know?'

'Who do you think arranged the transport, sir?'

The New Brittonian government wishes for all parties in the current conflict to allow New Brittonian aid to enter the combat theater.

Signed,
Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Nabila Katchab

To: New Britonnia
From: The Grand World Order Office of Internal Affairs

Negatory. We're not a highway of some other nation trying to enhance its image in the International Community. Access to our nation is denied.

Nightmare lead come up to 2000 ft and start your approach guys make this count. Angel 2 you think you can keep the Sams and AAA off us for a minute to complete this mission. Roger that nightmare lead 2 of the f-24 rolled in and use 2 harm anti-radiation missiles at the targeting radars of the sams and AAA and 2 at the Air bases radar. Nightmare lead this angel 2 there blind now do your job. Roger that, the first 3 GR4 tornados with the blu-107s flew ahead and dropped there loads on the runways and taxi ways with full affect, the next 3 GR4s flew lower and drop there cluster bombs on the runways and tarmat to hinder repair. Nightmare lead to flight mission complete RTB.

Nightmare lead to base airbase at Grid 16G 4575-3452 has been destroyed.

Nightmare flight is RTB at this time.
Roger nightmare flight great job, debrief at the JOC when you land.

Grid 16J 4575-2354 on the border of sygmir and Lythia

First platoon of the 1st of the 3rd Recon batt.

LT do you see anything out there looking though the thermals of his Rooikat recon vehicle. Its all clear just smoke. Have the namer apc’s take up on the left flank and have SGT. Bianchi take his team and flank on the right and will take the middle. Command wants this recon so we can move into the pass and hold it.

Badger 4 to badger 6 where in the position, tiger 4 to badger 6 where good to go to. Roger that move up in a bounding over watch. Roger that sir. Badger 4 moving out, badger 4 set. Tiger 4 moving out, tiger 4 set. Badger 4 to tiger 4 troops in the open 300meters north of you RPG!! Tiger 4 you ok yeah badger 4 engaging target badger 6 sitrep. Tiger 4 to badger 6 engaged troops in open 300 meters north of me, badger 4 has moved up to check it out. Roger tiger 4 deploy your troops to secure the area.

Check deploying now.

Snake doctor TOC this badger 6 sitrep follows engaged troops in open a grid 16j 4765-2854 have ground troops checking it further over.

Snake doctor Toc to badger 6 check secure the area quickly and move to your objective.

Roger that Snake doctor Toc!

Badger 6 to all elements secure area as quickly as we can and move to objective!
Roger that! Badger 6

"Falcon One, this is Two. I've got a missile locked on my six"

The missile rocketed into the back of the aircraft and blew it to bits, showering over the landscape

"Shit, Command, Falcon Two is down. Bugging out to the West"

Grid 16J 5698-4543 over the border of sygmir and lythia.

Badger 6 this is bison 6 we are coming from the rear what’s your sitrep over?

Bison 6 this badger 6 authenticate (speed) roger badger 6 I authenticate (trap) how copy?

Go ahead bison 6 who are you? Badger 6 where 2nd company 4th armor Batt.

What’s you mission bison 6? Where here to back you up Sygmir’s General Sigrin wants this pass taken and hailed. Sygmir’s command needs this pass to push into lythia and our command gave me orders to help you take it. General Sigrin is sending the third mech; we are to push as far as we can before they get here. Pacesetter 6 to badger 6 where you support fire company, we have 8 G6 Rhino’s ready to support you. Roger pacesetter 6, standby.

Tiger 6 this badger 6 we got help at our rear over. Roger badger 6 I copied the radio traffic.

Badger 4 this 6 move to contact put tiger in between us and bison will back us up. Roger that 6, 4 out.

Badger 4 this is badger 2 taken fire apc’s firing 400 meters north!

Gunner! HEAT APC IN OPEN! GUNNER, TC TARGET! GUNNER FIRE!
TARGET DESTROYED! driver move up!

Bison 6 to bison 4, go 6 this is 4, move up and support badger 2 and 4. Roger 6 moving up.

Bison 3 to badger 2 look out tanks 800 meters out, GUNNER SABOT TANK 800 METERS, GUNNER, TARGET, GUNNER FIRE! TARGET HIT!

Badger 6 to all elements move up and spread out give some space between us.

Roger badger 6!

Bison 6 to Badger 6 let my forces take lead for a few let me blow us through this.

Check Bison 6 you got the lead! Make a hole for us!

Press Conference Excerpt
24-05-2008

RYAN PETERSON (The Associated Press)-
Minister Katchab, the Grand World Order’s office of Internal Affairs not only denied the United Socialist States to send in aid to the war-torn Sygmir region but also said, and I quote,
“We're not a highway of some other nation trying to enhance its image in the International Community.”, do you have a response?

NABILA KATCHAB (Minister of Foreign Affairs)-
Well, first of all, New Brittonia is saddened by the recent events taken by the GWO and other nations. Denying these civilians to receive as much aid as is able to be sent is just sad Now, these civilians are dying right now, their access to food and other necessities is decreasing by the minute and the United Socialist States of New Brittonia will not stand down as nations do not allow aid to come in.

We wish, through diplomatic channels, to engage in talks with the Grand Word Order and New Lutana, in order to reach some point of compromise.

The statement calling the Brittonian government, “…trying to enhance its image in the international community.”, personally, we believe that certain individuals in the Grand World Order’s Office of Internal Affairs are confused and do not understand that, throughout New Brittonian history, service to the world has been key, and our neutrality in armed conflicts helps us by being an impartial aid distributer and overseer in many armed conflicts.

I personally believe that this statement is not the official policy of the Grand World Order, and perhaps just needs clarification.

As far as New Brittonia cares, we will still press for remittance of human aid and the inspection of POW and refugee camps into the war torn region.

King Ried Boh'nard and General Ashlib watched as the situation unfolded. Why they had yet to officially move troops in, they had also not heard back from any of their surrounding allies as to if they would like some troops to assist in their defense. However, now with the war at their borders, it looked like they were going to have to act.

"General, you have my permission. Move as you must to secure our borders." Ried informed him. General Ashlib nodded and exited the room.

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Two hours later, sixteen F/A-22's took off from the Nesmiroff Airforce Base. It would be just moments before they would be over the moutains and crossing the border into Sygmir - but they would not be going that far. It took only two minutes before they were able to lock onto targets along the border. And they fired. Sixty four AGM-158A air-to-surface missiles screamed down towards Sygmirian ground forces, still well out of view from their ground forces near the border.

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Sygmir Leadership,

You are to vacate your location along our border or we will be forced to launch a hellfire strike against your forces. Consider what we sent your way as a warning shot, and not even a taste of what you will recieve from us if you wish to continue having troops along our border.

General Ashlic of the Lythian Armed Forces - "Døden til Dem!"

Grid 16J 4576-5764 inside lythia’s border.

Far inside Sygmir airspace the a ground/air radar command plane alerted to the launch of the F-22’s and the firing of the missiles in bound at the ground forces.

Badger 6 this Snake 12 ( vampire! vampire! Vampire!) you’ve got missiles inbound your position.

Roger that snake 12, all elements take cover inbound vampire!

Nightmare 32 this Snake 12 intercept and destroy inbound enemy aircraft.

Nightmare 32 copy the F-26 Razor cats turned into the enemy and the flight hit there afterburners.

Mean while at grid 16j 4576-5764 all hell was breaking lose

Badger 6 this tiger 4! Tiger 6 is down all kia! Bison 6 bison 3 and 8 are hit and burning! Badger 4 to badger 6 badger 2 destroyed!

Badger 6 to all elements hold the line and push forward! Take the fight to them damit!

Badger 6 to pacesetter 6 fire mission over!

Pacesetter 6 fire mission copy send it! Grid 16J 5764-6476 on the ridge line ahead our position how copy?

Copy grid 16j 5764-6476 on the ridge! SHOT OVER!
Badger 6 SHOT OUT!

The company of G6 Rhino’s fired there 155mm cannons at the grid.

Badger 6 to pacesetter 6 SPLASH OVER! Pacesetter 6 SPLASH OUT!

Badger 6 FIRE FOR EFFECT PACESETTER6!

Badger, tiger, bison units moved out of the kill zone and moved farther in lythia

Badger 6 to Cottonmouth Toc

Cottonmouth Toc go ahead badger 6

Where under heavy fire need back up at this grid holding
strong but need support.

We’ve lost 4 units need medvac at grid 16j 5734-6433 (35 wounded)

Grid 16j 5734-6433 inside the border of lythia

Cottonmouth Toc this is badger 6

This is cottonmouth toc got ahead badger 6. Where the hell is the sygmir’s third mech our ass is flapping in the wind out here.

Badger 6 there are 4 companies in route to your location at this time 2 infantry and 1 mech and 1 armored. Also you have a company of attack choppers inbound for CAS.

Badger 6 roger that cottonmouth toc.

Mean while at Cottonmouth Toc:

Damit Col. Assunta Napolitani I want that air field at Nesmiroff destroyed at once I don’t want a dam thing to take off from there again! Roger that Gen. I’ll work on a package for the field at once.

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Official Telegram From The Federal Republic Of Ustio North

To: NABILA KATCHAB, NEW BRITTONIA FOREIGN AFFAIRS MINISTER
Re: Humanitarian Aid

Dear Mr Katchab,

Surely you understand a nations right to defend it's borders? I'm sure you have been to war at least once in your nation's history?

However, you are right. The civillians should not be caught up in this and therefore no New Brittionian forces bringing humanitarian aid will be harmed by my forces. Also, we are not here to take prisoners. We request that we turn over any non-officer POW's to your peacekeepers.

Regards
Shane Kennedy,
Federal-President Of Ustio North

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The lone Warhawk switched into hover mode as it came into land on the aircraft carrier. It touched down with a bump, before the roaring engines died. The cockpit slid open and the two occupants began to exit the plane as carrier personel rushed to the craft. The PA system blared:

"Captain Rimmer, Admiral's Office"

The pilot of the craft looked up, hearing his name, and headed for the Admiral's office without speaking to the crew crowding around the aircraft.

OOC: This is coming from ViZion, not Lythia...

To The Nations Involved

The International Medical Foundation (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=532812) is going to enter Sygmir to assist in humanitarian efforts. We are also willing to assist in any of your areas should humanitarian aid be needed.

However, let it be known that should any IMF crew or equipment come under attack, the ViZionarian military will be forced to react. Let this be your one and only warning.


Sixteen large Streamline Superfreighters took off from Vitalita International Airport, the first of multiple waves of aircrafts for the IMF as they began their way to Sygmir.

They were flanked by fifty AS-100 air superiority fighters should hostiles engage.

Forward Command Post

General Louis Burnhill lowered his binoculars. He was clearly not a happy man, but he had a job to do, and he was going to do it.

*Pathetic that we're mercenaries now, though.* He thought bitterly. The Nonvarian Republics had taken some offer made by the Sygmir, the agressors, in exchange for something that he wasnt sure what they accepted.

"General. Our field guns are in position now. We are ready to begin the assault." Colonel Jean-Luc Sigmund, his adjuctunt, said.

"Well, let's get things started. If this plan is to work, then we can only hope our enemy is taken off balance by this attack." Burnhill admitted.

"Yes sir." Sigmund turned, and headed into the tent, Burnhill following.

"Lieutenant, order 1st 19th guns to begin firing on the known enemy positions. 2nd 19th guns are to wait until the enemy counters, and pound them. 3rd 19th provides fire support to the advancing units." Burnhill ordered.

"Yes, sir." And the orders were passed along.
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Artillery Position, 1/19th Field Artillery

"Understood, Teller Actual. Begining fire support. Out." Captain Kari Edmensen said, and then went to her other radio, "All batteries, commence fire. You have your targets."

In seconds, the batteries under 1/19th began raining their 155mm shells onto their targets, the guns of the TRF1 towed guns booming out.
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Assault Staging Grounds

"Well, there's the fire." Colonel Philip DeLonge said, "All units, push forward. Hit them hard and fast. Keep your stationary times down to a bare miniumum. We cant afford to slow down." He ordered his units. The first wave began pushing forward, with the LeClercs, Chieftain Mk. 10s and AMX-32s taking point, the IFVs and infantry pushing up behind them. They were focused on one point on the border for now, with the idea being to expand as nessesary.
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In the sky, the Nonvarian Air Forces had their own jobs. The main formation was that of the Mirage 2000-5s and Mirage IVs heading for key strategic targets, namely the nearest airbases, hoping to hammer them into the ground and keep their aircraft on the ground. The Rafale Ms were more conserned with maintaining air superiority, as well as the remaining Mirage 2000-5s. The Mirage F1s and Jaguar Mk. 3s were ready to roll in to provide close air support to the advancing ground troops.

((OOC Note: Whoever is on Sygmir's western border (unless you're his ally then I'll just figure out something) is my target. I tried to figure out who was where, but I couldnt place everyone. I'm attacking on the border opposite of Sygmir's on the flank. Note that this force isnt that large to start out with, but they're well trained, so dont expect them to keel over just because they have predomnately French gear.))

OOC: Lythia and anyone who is attacking through Lythia is directly south...
This post is again coming from ViZion, not Lythia...
IC:
The sixteen Streamline Superfreighters flying the IMF colors, and their fifty ViZionarian AS-100 fighters, were now only an hour away from the closest nation to the west of Sygmir, and only a couple hours from the mountain range.

They knew they were entering risky airspace with the war going on, but they also had not received any threatening messages. So compliance was assumed, but in no way did they take that assumption for granted. The fifty AS-100's were ready to protect the civilian humanitarian aid aircrafts at all costs.

And they knew the ViZionarian military was keeping an eye on the situation should anyone dare attack.

"UFO in our airspace, Sir."

"Hand me the radio," the airspace commander barked, holding his hand out. Clearing his throat he spoke clearly into the handset. "This is Commander Warrick of the New Lutana Air Force. You are entering a hostile no fly zone. Please state your call sign, nationality and purpose."

Putting the handset back down, he looked about the room, his growing anger climaxing in an almight shout. "Well, isnt somebody going to dispatch me some birds?"

Without a second warning, five fighters were sent to the area. It would take some time to arrive, but the current situation with Sygmir did not permit complacency.

The radio buzzed, This is Commander Warrick of the New Lutana Air Force. You are entering a hostile no fly zone. Please state your call sign, nationality and purpose.

"Well, here we go..." murmered one of the pilots.
The lead fighter responded,

We are coming from ViZion on a humanitarian aid effort in Sygmir. To ensue their safe passage, fifty armed fighters are accompanying them. Do not fire and we will pass through.

Should you engage, you will be declaring a state of war against our nation.

Again, this is a humanitarian aid effort for civilians in Sygmir. Do not engage.

The fighters, noting five aircraft were headed their way, prepared should any attacks be made.

In addition, a radio message was sent back to ViZion alerting them of a possible hostile attack incoming.

"Roger that. Ive informed our men of the situation. They have orders to escort you over the airspace. They will break away when you are about the leave. Do you copy?"

Warrick ran his hand through his greying hair. However much he despised these Sygmians, he couldnt allow innocent people to die by denying them the supplies. He also knew he would lose his job if he allowed a nation reason to invade given the current scenario. "I cant win," he mused. "Ill be damned if I do, damned if I dont."

Copy That. was the lone response given. They were still suspensious and ready to react if required, but were hoping these people would hold true to their word of not firing upon them.

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Back in Lythia, the situation was growing tense. Imbrinium was fighting along our border against us. This was not how the King was expecting things to go. But of course, things never did go as planned in these situations.

A message was sent out.

Imbrinium,

You are ordered to withdraw your troops from our land. We have yet to land an offensive against Sygmir, and we never declared war against you. If you do wish war, war you will receive.

But you will not be pleased if you wish to continue fighting us.

With that, 250 Prithvi I tactical SRBM's were launched as the Imbrinium ground forces, 250 Starstreak HVM SAM's preparing to launch at aerial targets.

Hopefully they'll get the point to back off so we can continue as planned... the King thought to himself.

The helicopter armada remained hovering at the Lythian border.

"Command, Outlaw 2-5. Lythian Border Control Has Not Yet Responded. We need orders"

"Outlaw 2-5, continue into Sygmir. We'll deal with the matter later"

"Roger that command, Outlaw Flight, Commence Invasion Of Sygmir"

The helicopters switched into flight mode and headed for Sygmir

high over Sygmir airspace aboard Snake 12
TCC commander this snake 12 got inbound helicopters into Sygmir airspace!

Snake 12 this TCC command roger that, intercepting now!
At the TCC (Tactical Combat Command) launch alert 5!

Nightmare 21 and 45 inbound hostile aircraft low bearing 145 angels low!

Nightmare 21 copy intercepting! Nightmare 21 sweeped the wings back on there F-26 razors and hit afterburners.

Nightmare 45 copy inbound in 4 mikes going hot! There F-24’s rolled right and arms weapons.

Snake 12 to ADG inbound hostiles! Roger that got them on screen anti-air is ready!

Nightmare 45 inbound target locked FOX 2 away!

Nightmare 45 to all 45 elements weapons free fire at will!
Roger leader! Fox 2, roger fox 2

Ghost chaser 1 this snake 12, command authority given light high ECM

Ghost chaser1 copy operations a go for hatchet!

As the ECM plane banked left and started the jamming,TV, radio, two way radios, cell phones, all went dead.

Viper 2 to snake 21 is my op a go also, viper2 wait 1, roger viper2 your ops a go!

With that in a truck parked outside with every kind of cables coming out it about the first plt of the cyber warfare unit started to hack and disrupt the internet inside the nations of lythia and New Lutana.

Lets see how they fight with no commo or internet!

"Sir! Sir! New Lutana has..." started an officer as he burst into the the room to report to the King, "Yes, I know. EMP's. Damnit. They have truly pissed me off.

The plan looks to not be working. Luckily we have among the best trained troops in the world. That mixed with being so small - there's a reason we have survived through the years and through the wars." the King said, cutting the officer off.

"Fetch the General for me." he finished.

"Our teams have begun tracking the source of the disturbance, Sir, and a whole array of planes have been dispatched to destroy the aircraft."

"Thank god we decided to move overseas with all our technological control."

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Moving low and quick below any radar, a whole grouping of planes rose almost vertically upwards towards the jamming planes. "Initiate combat. Fire when ready."

On the squadrom leaders commands, 96 missiles locked on to the enemy jamming planes, and the safety caps on the pilots' controls were flicked open. All the missiles dropped from the wings, and then sped off towards the targets. As the planes broke away, they prepared to take on any escorts.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, they were tracking the internet disturbances. "We almost have a location. Just narrowing it down."

OOC: ViZion...
IC:
The sixteen IMG aircrafts touched down in the capital of Sygmir, having made it savely into the country. The escort fighters touched down to refuel before escorting the aircrafts back home.

((OOC: Sygmir, I'll let you have a terrorist attack on Iron Province or something. The motive of attack could be because of our denial of aid passing through our country.))

Cottonmouth Toc deep inside Sygmir.

TCC to ghost chaser 1 tracking inbound vampires!
Ghost chaser 1 roger I got them!

TCC net call! Net call! All Imbrinium aircraft operations hatchet phase 2 has been authorized.

At that time all Imbrinium aircraft fix winged and rotor was equipped with ECM pods and the order was to turn them all on.

TCC to goose 3 your operation is a go. Goose 3 to all goose aircraft turn on the TV! At that time 3 aircraft started to override all TV and radio channels and play pro-sygmir propaganda.

The cyber-warfare team got the order to load viruses to overload the servers at the governments of lythia and New Lutana.

TCC to cottonmouth Toc, go ahead TCC this is cottonmouth toc.

You have 150 B-1bs inbound to targets inside lythia and your problem airbase at Nesmiroff is at the top of the list. Roger that thanks for the good news TCC. Cottonmouth toc out!

((OOC: Sorry it took so long, at a friends house for two days. Couple of things, A) the proper term for the people of Sygmir is Sygmirites, 2) Imbrinium, Godmode much?))

IC: The Third Mechanized Jagers, or 'The Hunters' as they were called by most of the Sygmirite armed forces, was the largest armored company in the military to date. Consisting of ten European heavy tanks, six light tanks of unknown origin, and forty assorted armored cars and APC transports, it was a ramshackle looking affair.The tank division was rolling into the pass, guns blazing. Leading the charge was 'Death's Hand', a monster of a M1 Abrams Main Battle Tank, which had been provided at considerable cost to the most successful tank crew in the Hunters.

It's armor had been upgraded through the expedient of basically bolting metal onto the hull, which was mostly a psychological benefit, as much as painting skulls and flames onto it had been. Lance Leader Adryan Tirron liked the paint job much more than the original flat black.

'Gunner, MG emplacement, thirty degrees left, fire!' BOOM! 'Tremon, anti-tank rifle hiding behind that ridge, pin him down. Gunner, repeat!' BOOM! 'Good shot!'
Everything was fire and noise and death. Eric noticed one of his tanks lagging behind. He switcher to the OpFreq and asked, 'Boomer, this is Death's Hand, come in. Report status, over.' Bursts of static punctuated by cannon fire. He tried again. 'Boomer, this is Commander Tirron, report status, over.' This time a response, though an out of breath one. 'Commander, glad to hear from you. We got hit in the right tread by some kind of sticky grenade, but it didn't take out the tread properly, so we're mobile, but real slow. Permission to drop out and RTB?' Adryan considered sending one of the mechanicians to repair the tread, but decided it was too risky. 'Boomer, drop back to FP-3, AC four and five will cover your retreat, and we will provide support. When you get in range, radio the second wave and tell them to move up, over.'

'Roger that , sir, drop back, tell wave two to roll in hot, then fall back to FP-3. Confirm, over?' Adryan confirmed the order, then radioed the armored cars nearest Boomer.

OOC: My thoughts exactly Sygmir. Ill alter any posts of mine where Ive misnamed your people after Ive posted this.


As the missiles manouvered gracefully in the air, chasing their targets, the planes began the combat phase, shooting under and over all aircraft in a display of power. "Oh yeah!" came one shout as a pilot barrel rolled over an ECM plane missing the cockpit with the tip of his wing by no more than a foot, before offloading some cannon fire towards the tail of another plane.

On the ground, the plugs on all New Lutanan TV were pulled, leaving the overridden broadcast at a bleak flash of vision, that anybody still watching the black screens would barely have noticed. It was standard to the emergency protocols to switch off broadcasting stations, but it was unheard of to pull the plug completely. Behold though, that time had finally come. The firewall was battling off attack after attack, and eventually civilian internet access was cut off, and all defenses on the system rerouted to deal with attacks on the military network. "No hacker has bypassed our system since we moved it abroad twenty years ago, Sir, and by God they won't," had been one assurance from the 'technical bods' as Leeroth called them.

The country was plunged into information blackout.

The helicopters flew towards the Sygmirian Border. Below them, they could see a small battle taking place.

"Big Duke 6, This is Outlaw 2-5. I'm seeing a small battle down below. What do you want to do?"

Zane clicked his radio on

"Uh, roger 2-5, call in Warhammer 2-8 and drop us nearby after the attack"

"Got it Duke 6. Warhammer 2-8 this is Outlaw 2-5. Big Duke 6 needs fire support on a small group of x-rays on the border"

Above the clouds, the AC-130 Spectre flew steadily

"Roger that 2-5, Warhammer 2-8 coming down"

It changed course to come over the group of armoured vehicles.

As it passed by, it began firing it's guns: a 140mm Howitzer, a 35mm Cannon and a 15mm Minigun...

Everything was going exactly according to plan. It was a cakewalk, rolling over the slapdash fortifications and infantry, the odd tank that were taken down by the combined spearhead. True, they had lost a few tanks and armored cars, but Death's Hand was still rolling, and the Third Mech. was right behind it.

Then, there was the crash of thunder, and something that looked like bolts of lighting hurtled into their formation. Armored cars flew through the air like toys. Their own Abrams tipped and skidded crazily. What,thought Commander Adryan Tirron, can nearly knock over a seventy ton tank?! The answer came frantically over the EmerFreq.

'All units operating inside sector NL-1, bug out immediately! You've got... high in the sky ...vy all over you, get out!' Adryan spun the dial to CommFreq and bellowed, 'Third Mech., bug out, bug out, we've got heavy incoming. Get out of the pocket as fast as possible. Take out anything you can shoot on the way out!

Inside Kythia just across the border.

Any elements with the badger, tiger, bison, this nightingale 41 we are inbound to exvill you from your location do you cop

This is badger 6 to nightingale 41 where are held up at a make shift CCP ( casualty collection point) north of what was my command, over

Roger badger 6 need grid over.

Roger nightingale 41 wait one.

Nightingale 41 this badger 6 grid is 16J 4532-8765 how copy over?

Nightingale 41 I copy 16J 4532-8765, roger that be there in 10 minutes to pull you out be ready to move!

Roger nightingale will be ready.

Mean while 10 miles north of the sygmir and lythia border the 7th Cavalry Brigade is moving fast to catch up with the third mech of the Sygmirites army .

Lion 6 to Sygnirite’s third mech commander over .

(OOC hey sygmir where was i godmoding? please let me know so i know not to make the same mistake twice.)

New Brittonia’s Troops to go to Symgir Conflict

With the permittance of Ustio North, the New Brittonian government has now began its humanitarian operations. In several weeks, the first of the New Brittonian Marines and Foreign Service Corps, first will be a sending of 15,000 New Brittonian Marines and 30,000 New Brittonian Foreign Service Corpsmen. Should the humanitarian situation worsen, the shipment of increased troops to the region wil be considered.


Time: 7:35 AM
Location: The Air, unknown airspace.

The three Transall C-160s took off, their cargo bays full of crates full of New Brittonian military rations, foodstuffs, and water. Although basic, they were what kept the civilians alive. These, would be distributed throughout the war area.

The pilot said,
“This is the New Brittonian Relief Force, a neutral, military, non-combatant, preparing to dump human aid, Pilot call signs Dutchman, Fat, and Blackjack… Dutchman speaking. Call sign Victor Uniform Foxtrot Three, request permission to dump.”

Sygmir Defense Headquarters

The radio squawked at Communications Officer Sawney Juska who woke up and listened to the message coming through her headphones. Then, she flipped two switches and spoke into the microphone. 'Victor Uniform Foxtrot Three, this is Sygmir Def. HQ. Confirm your cargo and destination, Dutchman.'

Grid 16J 4532-8765 inside the Lythia

As nightingale 41 approached the area where bager6’s team was all they could see was bodies and burned out armored vehicles. The pilot looked at his co pilot and said I don’t believe anyone could have made it out of this alive. Me either sir those SRBMs knocked the hell out of these guys.

(as the 4 MH-53k’s banked to the left toward the a clearing to land a voice came over the radio)

“nightingale 41 this badger 6 you copy?”

“this nightingale 41 go ahead badger 6”

"Man I’m glad to see yall, where popping smoke to mark where we are."

(A soldier threw a green smoke grenade into the opening.)

“badger 6 this is nightingale 41 I see green smoke”

“roger nightingale 41 we popped green” “we’ve got a lot of wounded down here”

“copy that badger 6 where here to get you out of here”

(As the MH-53K’s landed LT Romano (AKA Badger 6) told what was left of his command to get up and start moving to the choppers)

(litter teams moved out of the back of the choppers and ran toward the wounded)

(After about 15minutes on the ground the choppers where ready to take off and head back across the border. Lt. Romano was the last one in the back of the chopper and stood in the back door as they flew over the burning remains of his command he looked down at his hands full of dog tags of his men that didn’t make it.)
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Mean while on the border of Sygmir and lythia the 7th cavalry bct was getting ready to cross the border behind the Sygmirite’s third mech.

“Sygmirite’s third mech’s commander this is lion 6 do you copy?”

Sygmir Defense Headquarters

The radio squawked at Communications Officer Sawney Juska who woke up and listened to the message coming through her headphones. Then, she flipped two switches and spoke into the microphone. 'Victor Uniform Foxtrot Three, this is Sygmir Def. HQ. Confirm your cargo and destination, Dutchman.'

"Sygmir Defense Headquarters, destination is Sygmir airspace, we're dropping off aid packages, containing... food, water, other essentials.

We will drop the load, although, if permission is granted, we want to land, where New Brittonian troops will unload the cargo in Sygmir.

This is Victor Uniform Foxtrot Three reminding that the United Socialist States of New Brittonia is a strict neutral observer."

The first of the thousands of New Brittonian troops landed in an airstrip in Ustio North. These, on the lonely airstrip, Major General Ron Abercombie of the New Britonian Marine Corps, a tall White-Brittonian, in his mid fifties with a beaten face, grey crew cut hair and a grizzled goatee, wearing his desert camouflage uniform stood. Aside, was Major General Soraiya Thura, she was, of the New Brittonian Service Corps, which, although non-military and civilian, the corps trained with the same rigor and had the same discipline as of a military unit. There she stood, she was wearing the Service Corps' all-purpose pink camouflage uniform, on her head, as she was one of Brittonia's many observant Muslims, was a pink headscarf, which would be worn as a tyical beret was.

They were escorted to a small office next to the hangar, which looked like it was built sometime in the 1980s. The office smelled like old, and the conference room, decorated with military posters and aircraft images, all from thelate 1980s to the mid 1990s... kept up the image as if they were in a military of 20 years ago. The table was old, a coffee table which had its luster removed and its top layer peeled away, removing coarkboard. There were several drink stains on the table as well.

Souriya looked up, there, was a tile roof, which was stained with the brownish rings indicative of water leaks. Coffee was poured, which, General Abercrombie said,
"At least this is not bad."

A lieutenant assigned on clerical duty said,
"The General will be with you shortly."

Back in Sygmir Defense HQ.

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Comms. Officer Juska peered at a map of the area.
'Dutchman, would you kindly give me your approach vector? I want to guide you past any hotspots on the border.' While she waited, Sawney through a day old newspaper at her partner.
'Oi, Trent!' The short woman wrapped in a trench coat sat up in her chair.

'What's going on?' Sawney gave her partner a mug of lukewarm coffee. 'We got planes on the horn, say their dropping aid. Give 'em the co'ords for Airstrip B so's they can unload, while I tell them they've got friendlies dropping in.' Both operators went to work at their stations, alternately gulping coffee, speaking though headpieces, and massaging their weary eyes.

'Dutchman, this is Co-operator Trent. Once I have your approach vector I'm going to guide you to Airstrip B. It's been reserved for civilian aid and equipment transportation.' Meanwhile, Sawney was informing the designated airbase of the unexpected help.

OOC: Approach vector?

360 degree angle of where you're flying from. North, South, up, diagonally. Unless I'm mistaken, in which case someone else should tell me how it works...

OOC: Gotta check my detailed Sygmir map.

OOC: I guess I am going south south west..

OOC: Don't tell me, tell her, Dutchman.

OOC: approach vector has to do with witch way that aircraft should apprach the runway. it also has to do with which way the runway runs.

"Big Duke 6, This is Warhammer 2-8. Looks like we did some damage down there. You should be clear to land. Expect land reinforcements to arrive soon"

Zane listened to the broadcast

"Understood 2-8, Big Duke 6 out"

He looked around at the team assembeled

"Okay, we're going in" he said to them "Outlaw 2-5, prepare for drop-off"

"Gotcha Duke 6, coming in"

The flight of helicopters came in low. Burning fires marked their drop point, where the AC-130 had attacked. Zane's heli came in first, and the door of the drop pod slid open as they came in low. He turned back to his team

"Well, what're you waiting for?" he asked, before jumping from the heli to the ground below, from which he picked himself up, and promptly dived into cover behind a nearby rock.

((I guess to adjust and make things clear now that we have a map, it appears that NL is my attack option.))

Somewhere at a airbase deep inside Sygmir
In a briefing room at a Sygmir airbase deep inside the country.

“ON YOUR FEET!”The XO called as the CAG entered the room. At ease ladies and gentlemen as Col. Lucciano walk in the briefing room. Good evening I hope you got enough to eat at dinner. Well lets get to it shall we. As you open the folders in front of you this is our current sitrep. As you can see our forces are current stalled at the border of sygmir and lythia. Well high command has came up with a plan to break this stalemate.

Col. Lucciano stepped behind the podium and opened his briefing folder to start the target briefing.

“Here’s our mission ladies and gentlemen our first strike is to cut the lines transportation and power grids. We are going to knock out all the major power stations and bridges to disrupt enemy forces from moving toward the front lines.”

“Strike package 1 will take out all of the power grids in the northern part of the country. This includes all major power substation and connection lines.” “ your bomb load will consist of JDAMS and CBU-87 cluster bombs.” “Maj. Calabresi will be the lead in this misson.” “Any questions from Strike package 1 crews?”

“Yes sir I have one” “What about AA and SAM threats?” a young Capt ask?

“Capt I will answer that at the end of the brief.” Col Lucciano replied.

“ thank you sir” the Capt replied.

“Strike package 2 will take out rail and bridges and other high transportation targets.” “ Before you is a list of key bridges and rail heads that are priceless to the lythia’s war effort.” “A lot of this are close to populated areas so we are using JDAMs and AGM-154 JSOM.” “ LT Col. Rossi will be flight leader.”

“The third part of this briefing will cover decoy, SEAD, and fighter suppression.” “ Decoy operations will consist of f-111’s carrying the hummingbird mk3 decoy drones.” “The missions SEAD will be carried out by the 456th Tactical fighter wing , and 798th tactical fighter wing, this units are our new wild weasel units fresh in from the states.” “ There load out will be AGM-88’s and CBU-97’s cluster bombs.” “ Last but least fighter suppression will be carried out be the 32nd fighter wing, 904th fighter wing, and the 13th fighter wings.”

“Call signs are as follows” “ You guys better write this down so you don’t forget”

“Strike package 1 (wolf pack)”
“ Strike package 2 (Black sheep)”
“ Decoys (possum)”
“ SEAD (wild)”
“ Fighter suppression (jackel)”
“ AWACS (Bold Eagle)”
“ Refueling (Truck stop)”

“ One thing crews good hunting and return safely” As Col Lucciano walked out of the room

The CAG XO said “ON YOUR FEET” and everyone stood at attention as the commander walked out.
Everyone was talking to each other about the mission and going over there folders.
The XO stated
“Strike commanders take charge of your flights and the first missions starts in 2hrs, so get’m ready”
“dismissed”

"Do you see anything up here, Jackhammer?"

"All clear Falcon. Nothing at all."

"Same. Keep up patrols."

The routine defensive flights had been going on for days after the Sygmirite's first attack. Major cities were locked down and powerstations secured on the ground. Without the air cover, they were defenceless from the air though, and that was the air force's job. "OK, Jackhammer. Make a flight over Delta 5, and keep up a circular. Ill cover Gamma region for the remainder of the flight."

"Roger that, Falcon. It feels good to get a bit further from that border." There was a short, almost forced laugh, from over the radio.

OOC: Can we just pretend that I already said the approach vector and I just land?

As Capt. Tranquillo Lombardo and Lt. Mauro Puglisi walk across the tarmac to their B-1B as they look up to aircraft taking off.

“Hey Capt is than the SEAD mission taking off?”

“I don’t know Mauro” “that looks like them; I couldn’t do their job, there fucking nuts!”

“What do you mean sir?” “I would not let myself to painted by radar and have missiles fired at me just for shits and giggles.”

“Well I never thought of it like that, that is kind of fucked up.”

“Well let’s check our baby out so we can do pre-flight checks.”

A voice rung out of the hatch of the plane. “About time you two showed up, what took yall so long me and Greco have already done our pre-flight.”

“Well that’s cool that means we can take our time doing ours.” Lt. Puglisi said jokingly.

About 45mins later after the 2 officers did there walk around the aircraft.

Sgt. Greco sitting at his station was thinking to himself. “Capt?” “Yeah go ahead” “Either one of you nervous about this mission?” “Not really we’ve trained along time for this it’s all about your training SGT.”

“Well sirs I’m a little nervous about this mission if you don’t mind me saying so.” “I heard a rumor that command is expecting to lose 10% of the total crews and aircraft on this mission.”

The Capt. Lombardo responded with “Well first of all young SGT you don’t need to listen to rumors in the rumor mill, no one knows that we’ll lose anyone.”

“I guess you right sir, sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

And with that both the pilots looked at each other with a kind of we may lose more than that looks on their face.

Over the radio the tower called for Wolf pack leader. “Wolf pack leader this tower line your flight up and get ready green light for the first wave.”

“Wolf pack leader roger that tower.” “Wolf pack leader to flight get your shit together we’re a go.”

And with that the aircraft engines started up and the lead elements started their way to the taxi way to begin taking off.

With the roar of the jet engines one by one the first strike package took to the air.

“Tower this wolf pack 8 ready for takeoff.” “Roger wolf pack 8 clear for takeoff.” “Lt. Puglisi thrust up on my mark.” “Roger Capt.”

“Ready Lt?” “Yes Sir” “Full power and full flaps.”

And with that the B-1B rolled down the runway faster and faster till it lifted into the air with her deadly cargo.

Argenguay City quays, 1:45 Am
Under cover of darkness the PRAS Invincble Nimitz class supercarrier slid away from the docks.

In the CIC Admiral Jamieson looked over his orders

X FROM: NHC X
X TO: PRAS INVINCABLE GROUP X
X PROCEED TO SYGMIR COAST X
X COMMENCE AIR OPS AT 2400 ZULU X
X SUPPORT NEW LUTANAN TROOPS AS NECESSARY X
X "ACTA NON VERBA" X

The CO of Invincable Capitan Matthias walked up. "Orders sir?"
"Set courses to Sygmir"
"Yes sir! Conn, nav."
"Conn nav, aye"
"Set course to Sygmir coast"
"Aye"
"XO you have the Conn"
"Yes sir, All ahead standard."
As Jamieson left CIC he tapped the CAG's sholder "I want full CAPs over the group and give them war shots, not practices."
"Aye sir" The Admiral left the room.

On the flight deck, Major Unetslev braced as his F/A-37 Avenger catapulted off the massive ship. He rolled left and observed the rows of transports and the circle of Ageis class ships circling the carriers. On his fire control radar he saw the ASW helos patrolling with their mother "figs" as they where known.
After one revolution, Unetslev roared east on his CAP.

Sygmirain Embassy, Argengauy City
The Sygmirian ambassador read the letter nervously

Dear Mr. Ambassador,
The People's Republic of Argenguay deeply frowns on your recant military actions against New Lutana and is interested in mataining peace and trade in that region. Therefore, we give you 24 hours to pull your troops out or we will declare war on Baron Sygmir's unfortunate state. We also will blockade you, and your allies, ports and move for WA embargoes until peace is restored.

Sincerely yours,
Thomas Firent, Prime Minister of Argenguay

[OOC:Argenguay, read the OOC thread and check the map]

IC: Hydria, Ustio North

President Kennedy sat in his office with the military commanders, discussing the situation.

The door to the office opened and a blonde woman walked in, handing Shane a piece of paper before leaving.

Shane read it, then looked up

"This message was intercepted 2 hours ago." He told them "It went to the Sygmirian Embassy in Argenguay from their Prime Minister" He handed the paper out for the others to read.

"Great, that's just what we need" complained Vice-President Logan Rimmer "A plucky young nation thinks they can waltz in and control the situation, with no evident knowledge of the area"

"I'll send them a telegram now" Shane said

_______________________________________________________
http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/Gazz6666/UstioFlag_Nationstates.jpg
Official Telegram From The Federal Republic Of Ustio North

To: Thomas Firent, Prime Minister of Argenguay
Re: Sygmir

To Whom It May Concern,

I highly recommend you cease military operations concerning this conflict. We have ample resources to fight this war. If more and more nations become involved, the chances of casualties resulting from friendly fire will increase dramatically.

Consider what i have said

Regards,
Shane Kennedy,
Federal-President Of Ustio North

To: Shane Kennedy

We apologize for offending you in any way. If you so wish for our withdrawal from the area, we shall do so immediately, but we will continue to monitor the situation.

Sincerely Yours,
Thomas Firent
Prime Minister of the Peoples Republic of Argenguay.
Acta Non Verba

___________________________________________________

PRAS Invincible
The comm officer looked over as the message came in.
X FROM: NHC X
X TO: PRAS GROUP X
X WITHDRAW FROM AREA X
X TRANSPORTS WILL RETURN X
X STAY WITHIN 500 MILES X
X "ACTA NON VERBA"

"All back slow."
"All back slow, aye"
Capitan Matthias and the Admiral walked to the Observation deck.
The large fleet was slowing and turning parallel to their objective. The transports turned away already and where heading back home. Lucky them Matthias reflected.

Admiral Jamieson went back into the bridge.
"Alright, bring us back to 30 knots"
"30 knots aye"

((OCC: already read thread, wheres the map?))

To: Shane Kennedy

We apologize for offending you in any way. If you so wish for our withdrawal from the area, we shall do so immediately, but we will continue to monitor the situation.

Sincerely Yours,
Thomas Firent
Prime Minister of the Peoples Republic of Argenguay.
Acta Non Verba

___________________________________________________

PRAS Invincible
The comm officer looked over as the message came in.
X FROM: NHC X
X TO: PRAS GROUP X
X WITHDRAW FROM AREA X
X TRANSPORTS WILL RETURN X
X STAY WITHIN 500 MILES X
X "ACTA NON VERBA"

"All back slow."
"All back slow, aye"
Capitan Matthias and the Admiral walked to the Observation deck.
The large fleet was slowing and turning parallel to their objective. The transports turned away already and where heading back home. Lucky them Matthias reflected.

Admiral Jamieson went back into the bridge.
"Alright, bring us back to 30 knots"
"30 knots aye"

((OCC: already read thread, wheres the map?))

[OOC: Page 5 I think]

[OOC: Sorry for double post]

--Message From Ustio Military Command--
To All Ustian Military Forces In Sygmir
Cease Hostilities And Return To Base
Effective Immediately
--Message Ends--