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Studio 6
Channel One National Television Complex
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria
5:12am

As soon as the News logo of Channel One slipped by and the jingle ended, the camera zoomed at a distraught-looking newsreader.

"Ahem... Good morning", the young man cleared his throat. "This is an emergency broadcast from the National Television Network. Do not attempt to adjust your sets. As we speak, fighting is going on on the streets of Halsanki. At five o'clock this morning... three quarters of the local garrison revolted against the Prince and the democratically elected government."

Shaky footage of green-clad soldiers and tanks grinding their way towards the Parliament, the tank treads crushing a makeshift police road block...

"Currently, we have very little news of what is happening, but our sources say that Nils Aho, the Occupation-era governor general who was forced to step down after the declaration of independence, has left his house arrest in Ravonie. Similar attacks against government facilities have been reported in Piro, Turka, Vasha and Tamberg."

Momentarily the man presses a finger against his ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're receiving live footage from the Parliament, where Jana Pelkoin, one of our reporters, is currently at."

The view shifts into a hand-held camera perspective of a young woman crouching behind a wrecked car.

"Calew, I am not sure what is going on at the moment. As you can see, the tanks have made their way to the Parliament building, and it seems that the commanding officer is dispatching troops in. We're suspecting that this is some sort of military coup. No one could have expected this, and there has been very little fighting in the city."

The camera is then held up, showing a scene of tanks aiming their turrets at the parliament building, soldiers running up the large staircase. Suddenly gunfire erupts from the pillars at the top of the staircase, and the advancing men begin to drop like flies.

"Oh God! Oh God!" the reporter shrieks as the camera shifts back to her. "Those... those must be the Home Guard at the Parliament building. We've yet to know if there is something going on at the Palace... Doubtful since the Prince is currently in Northlands with Empress Anastas..."

"GRENADE!" a male voice suddenly breaks in, just as something flies over the wrecked car, hitting the ground. The camera jumps down, showing a pinless grenade... then a flash of light.

"Jana? Jana? Are you there?" the news room reporter asks frantically, as the feed is cut. "Good God", he then whispers, quickly composing himself again. "We... we seem to have lost contact with the Parliament Square. And... we don't know how long we can maintain this broadcast before..."

Suddenly there's a muffled boom off-screen.

"What's going on? What is it?", the reporter asks, looking at something or someone off-camera. He suddenly grows pale. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed that soldiers are pouring into the complex. We will lose the broadcast any second now. I urge anyone still in the city to leave as soon as possible and try to contact government...", he speaks frantically at the camera again, the signal beginning to disrupt. "...that may... ill be... the area. God s... orthern Ranger... od sav... the Prince."

The broadcast suddenly shuts down.

Studio 6
Channel One National Television Complex
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria
5:37am

The broadcast is turned back on, this time with a stern-looking military officer instead of the news reader looking at the camera.

"My fellow Rangerians. Ever since the declaration of independence in 1983 we have been under a royalist boot. Instead of seeking our own path in this world, we turned back to our old oppressors, the royal House of Halsar, led by a man who cares naught for his people.

"On this day, we, the true protectors of the people have overthrown the corrupt government in Halsanki, and we are expecting the arrival of Mr Nils Aho, who has gracefully accepted the position of interim leader of this new, democratic and free Republic of Northern Rangeria. We have crushed the royalist opposition in Halsanki, and it is only a matter of time before the Prince himself will be captured and brought before a military tribunal for his reckless policies. No more spending money on useless projects. No more limits to free enterprise. And no more royal family, strangling our economy and foreign relationships."

Mephrasian Embassy, Halsanki

The Mephrasian Embassy in Halsanki was abuzz with activity. Young embassy workers were running to and from various computers, fax machines, and televisions, attempting to gather a clearer picture of what was occurring in the capital and throughout the country. Usually the embassy moved at a snail's pace, as relations were simple, but cordial. At the center of this hive of activity was the ambassador himself, in one hand his cellphone, with the Foreign Minister on the line, in the other a brief dossier that had been compiled in only a few hours.

This was certainly unexpected. He thought to himself, reflecting on his brief but happy stint as ambassador. Our ties with the monarch have been strong ever since we dealt with the European Colonial Crises. He ran his hand quickly through his already disshelved hair, hoping that someone would have answers. Should we offer the prince safety and exile in Mephras? If this is truly the will of the people, I'd hate for us to start out on the wrong foot. He hoped there would be little bloodshed, and most of all he hoped that the prince would keep his head.

For now, he would continue to read and talk, searching for answers and plans for the future. I guess I'll have to cancel my golf trip this weekend.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I wanted to show I was interested. More developed post later on.

OOC: IC post coming soon; that is, until NR and I have clarified an issue.

Zaheranian Embassy
Halsinki, Northern Rangeria
5:45 AM


Smoke from burned paper filled the embassy at 8th Calew Avenue. All classified documents was to be destroyed in case of a conflict, to prevent sensitive information from falling into the hands of hostile forces. Count Albert Lieb coughed as he closed the safe in his office. Inside rested the most secret documents in the embassy: cipher codes and lists of agents in Northern Rangeria and their respective codenames and means of contact. They were all too valuable to be destroyed unnecessarily, but if anyone tried to open the safe without his personal code, a bomb would ensure that all information was destroyed. He rised to his feet, his knees aching in protest, and looked out of the open window. He could hear gunfire in the distance, but outside the embassy everything was calm. His secretary walked into the room, her white blouse stained with ash. "We are ready to evacuate, sir. The guards are preparing the vehicles". Her voice was steady, but Lieb had seen her cry earlier. He gave her a fatherly smile.
"We wait a while, dear. Are the TV on?"
She nodded.
"Good. I want to see if the rebels are going to make some kind of statement of their intentions. Have my wife returned?"
Another nod. "Yes, sir. She arrived a few minutes ago, along with a dozen or so of our citizens, mostly tourists. They are waiting in the lobby".
"Go downstairs and tell the kitchen personnel to serve them some coffee. I will join you in a few minutes. I've got some things to take care of".
The young girl disappeared and Lieb turned his attention to the computer. He erased the hard drive, swept it with a magneto and finally crushed it under his heel. He took the pictures of his wife and kids from his desk and looked around the room, checking that everything sensitive had been destroyed. He then locked the door behind him and walked downstairs. Just over twenty people were waiting in the lobby, their eyes turned towards the big TV-screen on the wall. A little child was crying. A few embassy employees were moving among the tourists, offering refreshments and the scarce information they had about the situation. Telephones were constantly ringing. Lieb sighed. What a mess those rebels had managed to make. Now he just had to find his wife somewhere in that crowd.

Streets of Halsanki, Northern Rangeria
7:01am


The new interim government might have been too optimistic about their hold on the capital city: even though seventy-five percent of the local garrison force had rebelled, there had still been many royalist troops who had managed to escape. Smoke billowed from the garrison area, but nobody spoke of what was going on in there.

Still, the signs of rebellion were clear in the streets: The Parliament Building and the Ruhtinalyne Palace - both important ideological landmarks - were still under siege, defended by detachments of the Home Guard. Military vehicles were an omnipresent sight on the streets, the rebels forcefully arresting any and all members of the Parliament who was still in the city. Of the royal family, there was little news: rumours told that the Queen Mother was still in the Palace, while the Prince himself had yet to be detained in the Northlands.

Still, any embassies with proper intelligence on the city affairs could tell this was going to get ugly. The interim government set up by the rebels had already suspended due process and habeas corpus, and even at the gates of various embassies tanks and jeeps had appeared, for their own "protection". What was more, the new government had also issued lists of embassy personnel that were to be handed over, suspected of "protecting royalist sympathizers".

"Sergei! Where is Valeriya?!"

"....I'm right here!"

Sergei had never expected the nation that he had been residing in for some time to descend into the pits of chaos but he knew that all the reports he had heard on the television were, indeed, the truth. His wife, Nataliya, had been worried about the safety of her daughter who had just come home from school right before the rebel attack began. While Sergei organized his security guards, Nataliya prepared to defend herself and her daughter; who had secretly managed to find herself a handgun that was left on a table. Valeriya, only fourteen, understood what was going on and hoped that her family would be safe. She watched her parents talk while the security guards prepared their guns. It was their mission to protect the people of the embassy and they would do so regardless of the situation. "Nataliya...." Sergei said before handing her a handgun. "Keep this with you at all times. If I fall into their hands or into the hands of Death, then use it to protect you and Valeriya."

Nataliya wept before nodding her head in solemn silence which was followed by brief looks out the windows in case the rebels were coming to attack. She was worried about the safety of her husband and daughter; and even wondered if she and/or her daughter would be spared just to serve as playthings for the rebels. Sergei would not allow that at all but if they killed him....she could not bear to think about such things anymore after a while. Valeriya, meanwhile, was in a corner in deep and silent thought; as if praying to the Heavens above to spare her and her family from harm. She would, at times, look at the handgun. If she needed to use it...then she would. Finally, after a while, the rebels were in the vicinity of the embassy (OOC: I am just assuming here, NR) and Sergei and all the others prepared for the worst. Security guards took their positions, Sergei kissed his wife, and Valeriya stood silently with her mother; awaiting the next move of the rebels with solemn trepidation.

OOC: Well assumed, Ix ;)

IC:

The rebels had indeed set up patrols in front of the embassy buildings, and the Neo-Ixanian embassy on 4 Apinakissa Street was no exception. It was a frightening sight, seeing these same green-clad soldiers whose comrades had welcomed ambassador Kalinin to the country. What had happened to the Prince and the visiting Empress, nobody knew. The only reports from the Northlands spoke of urban fighting between royalists and rebels.

One of the officers who were present on this patrol stepped down from his jeep and walked towards the gates of the Neo-Ixanian embassy. He came alone, true... but the presence of readied assault rifles and a tank turret slowly turning towards the embassy building certainly did not speak well of the situation. Especially since the distant 'thoom' of explosions could be heard in the distance, and the smoke cloud rising from Halsanki Garrison had turned into a pillar of oily black smoke.

The security guards turned their guns towards the rebels outside the Ixanian Embassy with Sergei standing with them in his role as their leader and benefactor while his wife and daughter were close behind; his daughter still holding that handgun of hers. It seemed to many that silence would reign for some time until a voice was spoken, in the Rangerian tongue, by no one other than Sergei Kalinin who directed his simple question at the man who walked alone towards the gates. This amazed Valeriya briefly; although she could see the multitude of rebel turrets and guns pointed in the embassy's direction outside. She could feel the tension in the air; she could sense it and she knew, at her young age, that she could be in danger. She had come home from school only to, perhaps, find herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"What business do you have with us; the workers and residents of the Ixanian Embassy in Halsanki? Have you come to enforce an order to detain us or to ask us...politely to vacate the premises?"

Valeriya could see her mother beginning to tightly clutch her handgun and she prepared to pull hers out; waiting for the right moment to do so although she did wish that she would not have to. Sergei, meanwhile, silently waited for a response from the man outside. Either, he thought, he'd exchange some words or some hot lead....he'd just have to wait and see.

To: Mr. Nils Aho of the rebels of Northern Rangeria
From: President John Holtz of the Conservative United States of Holy Paradise
Subj: Response to coup d'etat.
"We support democratic revolutions. Unfortunately for you, your revolution has not been pro-democracy, no matter what you say. It has been stated that your government has suspended habeas corpus and due process, not to mention arrests without warrants. That is not the definition of a democracy."

"Restore habeas corpus, due process, and warrants, and we can be friends. Continue your violations of democracy, and we shall resort to force."

The officer huffed, his lips turning into an amused smile.

"Ambassador Kalinin, we have no reason to demand your embassy from you. You must understand, however, that the men and machinery here are for your own protection against royalist incursions", the officer - his collar bearing the pips of a major and on his left arm a red armband, the sign of rebel soldiers - said calmly, his hands behind his back.

"Nonetheless, we suspect that some of the members of the deposed parliament may be seeking asylum within your walls. I hope you understand that granting asylum to these traitors of the people would... damage the relationship between Neo-Ixania and the Republic?"

The officer huffed, his lips turning into an amused smile.

"Ambassador Kalinin, we have no reason to demand your embassy from you. You must understand, however, that the men and machinery here are for your own protection against royalist incursions", the officer - his collar bearing the pips of a major and on his left arm a red armband, the sign of rebel soldiers - said calmly, his hands behind his back.

"Nonetheless, we suspect that some of the members of the deposed parliament may be seeking asylum within your walls. I hope you understand that granting asylum to these traitors of the people would... damage the relationship between Neo-Ixania and the Republic?"

"Royalist incursions? I am...unable to comprehend how the royalists would find enough motivation to launch an attack upon the Ixanian Embassy which has done nothing to harm their nation. We also must deny that we are housing any members of the deposed parliament here at all; for the only people here are the workers of the Embassy as well as my wife and children; for whom I request that they not be harmed. Is there anything else that the servants of the infant Republic wish to demand from us?"

Valeriya looked at the man talking to her father curiously but also warily; she could pull out the handgun and attack if she needed to defend him. Her mother, Nataliya, was close behind Sergei; also ready to defend herself if needed.

OOC: How'd I miss this? Of course - I've been busy of late. Also, tag.

IC:

6:10 AM, #10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki - Embassy of New Chalcedon.

Prince Alexios Doukas woke to the urgent shoving of his aide.

"Higness, there is chaos in the streets. A coup appears to be underway!"

"Urghhh....let me wake up, Leo. I'll be in the front parlour in 10 minutes."

6:25 AM, front parlour, Embassy of New Chalcedon.

"Alright, Leo, tell me what's going on."

"Highness, the military has proclaimed control of the city, and we can't tell how accurate this is. They certainly control the broadcasting facilities."

"OK Leo, get all Imperial citizens off the streets and into the Embassy if possible. Also, I want you to get into touch with Lasarkis back home, and start contacting friendly nations here - start with Neo-Ixania. We need a united response. And, Leo....."

"Yes, highness?"

"Quietly prepare the choppers to take us out of here."

"Yes, highness."

6:35 AM, Imperial Embassy, Communications Room.

"What's the matter, boy? Can't I get a little sleep-in with the Emperor away?"

As testy as ever in the morning, I see. Normally, I'd not pass up a chance to tease the old stick for all the times he's accused meof laziness, but not right now. The thought passed through Alexios' mind in a moment, and was disposed of as quickly.

"Andras, this is no laughing matter. There's a coup underway - we think. What do we do?"

That got the old man awake. "Dear God! Well, for starters, try to find out where the Prince is. We need to know what he needs and wants before deciding what to do. If any Royalists seek asylum, grant it. But do NOT, under any circumstances, allow the Embassy to be used as a Royalist base - too many civilians in the line of fire. And, if the rebel troops should seek to enter, do not allow them. I'll get in touch with Michael and get confirmation of these orders." With that, the old man cut the connection abruptly.

OOC: NIce to see so many people and especially good friends here :) However, some bad news: my computer got uppity on me today, so I may be off-line momentarily. Hope to be back soon, of course, but just wanted to give you a heads-up. IC post will follow as soon as I get to a vacant computer again.

Things were moving from bad to worse, as the ambassador continued to read through the reports streaming into his office. So they're taking a hard line against the royalists....well that simply shall not do. Being from a nation that deeply cherished their monarchy, he couldn't simply stand by while those of high birth were persecuted. He removed a small white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the quickly forming sweat beads from his brow.

Only a few hours earlier patrols had begun to appear outside the windows of the building. He had heard through the various channels that they would be coming. Our Embassy is Sovereign Mephrasian Territory, if they violate our territory, they shall face the consequences. He thought with a slight worry, hoping that things would not move that far. His secretary, Emily Boswere, sat at a desk, typing away while fielding various calls that came through.

"Emily, we need to make an official declaration, and for that we shall require Euphova's mandate. Have you spoken with the foreign ministry lately."

A woman in her late twenties, Emily snapped to attention, putting the phone down and craning her neck towards the ambassador. "I just got off the phone with them thirty minutes ago. They said that they will back up our statements fully, although I'm sure they are trusting that we will use moderation."

A serious look spread across his face. "I'm glad to hear that, but I'm afraid that we might need to push the envelope a bit. Nothing too drastic, but we must make our voice heard. We are not their hostages."

Emily tensed slightly, as she realized that the situation had suddenly moved to a more dangerous level. "We'll you're the boss" she said quickly, masking her concern. "Just tell me what you want to say and we'll have it out there ASAP."

The ambassador moved over to Emily's desk, and while standing over her shoulder, began to dicatate a message that would soon be broadcast to the "Revolutionary" Government.

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From: the Ambassadorial League of the Empire of Mephras
To: The Interim Government of Northern Rangeria

Attention to those who have seized control of the Principality of Northern Rangeria. While we certainly do not wish for any sort of bloodshed or ill will between our two nations, we cannot simply stand by while those who we have greeted with friendship in the past are unfairly slandered by groups of radicals. Of course, we have little grasp of the complexity of your political and economy problems, and understand your wishes to right perceived wrongs.

HOWEVER, we shall not stand for unjust persecution or violence against the previous ruling parties and their associates, most importantly, the Prince himself. Shall any of these groups find themselves on our territory in the confines of our embassy, they shall be reviewed for possible refugee status in our nation. They shall be permitted to stand trial in Northern Rangeria for accused crimes if and ONLY if Mephrasian observers are present during all proceedings, and find the process to be fair. Otherwise they shall be granted exile in our nation.

We hope you shall consider our offer, and as always, we are here to discuss possible other acceptable agreements.

Peace and Justice for all:
Carlo Drucker
Mephrasian Ambassador to Northern Rangeria
for HRH Mei Mian
Empress of All Mephras

To Mr John Holtz, President of the Conservative United States of Holy Paradise,

Good sir, we can assure you that the Republic will soon know peace again. However, a house cannot be built on a foundation of muck, and for the Republic this muck is the royalist presence. You must understand, the people only sought the Royal Family's protection because we knew of nothing better. And I can assure you, the royalists and their supporters do not respect anything but their own code of so-called honour.

It is an unfortunate but necessary reality that we have had to suspend habeas corpus and resort to force, but the royalist presence in Northern Rangeria is like a weed: it has to be ripped out, flower, stalk and root, lest it surface again.

We hope, that as a fellow democracy, you understand the principle by which this must be done: "The tree of liberty must sometimes be watered with the blood of tyrants", I believe the saying goes.

Yours sincerely,

Nils Aho,
Interim President of the Republic of Northern Rangeria

******

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki
6.35am


The officer tightened his lips as he looked at the arrogant ambassador. Kalinin could likely see the disdain this man held for him, and that feeling was no lesser when he cast his eyes at Valeriya.

"For now, we must demand that you remain within embassy grounds until the fighting is over and we have secured the nation. There is still heavy fighting going on in the Northlands, and..."

The major's words were cut short by a sudden explosion, coming from behind the wall that separated the embassy grounds from the street. Like some macabre rocket, the turret of the tank flew up in the air, in flames, black smoke billowing from the streets as gravel and metal shards rained down on the surrounding area. The turret itself came down with a deafening crash on the lawn, as a twisted heap of blasted metal.

"Tuolla!", one of the surviving rebel soldiers yelled, pointing at a nearby alley-way. A single figure stood up and tossed aside a still-smoking single-shot bazooka - and ran, followed by gun fire. The rebels were suddenly disorganized, many of them lying on the street dead or dying, the cries of the wounded soldiers speaking volumes of the agony of seared flesh and ripped limbs.

"Inside, ambassador. Now", the major hissed as he got up and placed his helmet back on his head. Clearly this officer was planning to have this sneak-attack avenged by having the tank buster's head on a spike.

*****

The embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Just as Prince Alexios was finishing his parlay with the capital, a loud explosion shook the room, making the windows and lamps jingle. Anyone who was outside could see the burning pile of steel and flesh that had been a battle tank only ten seconds earlier. The rebels who had been near the tank were now scattered on the ground, many of them missing limbs. Or heads. Or anything from the waist down. An officer on the Neo-Ixanian premises could be heard yelling orders as rebels from other parts of the street ran to see what was going on, others running towards an alleyway where a small, billowing cloud of white smoke rose from a single-shot bazooka.

And as the attention was drawn away from the New Chalcedonian embassy, a small group of people managed to slink in from an intersecting street.

"For God's sake, we request asylum", one of the few men in the group quickly whispered to the first on-looker he found, his eyes quickly looking at the burning wreckage. If the rebels would turn to look... These were certainly not fighting men. There were three women, one of them with an infant holding her hand desperately, and three men with blood on their clothes, one of them a greying old man who held onto a hunting rifle.

"Please, quickly... Before they see us."

*****

To Mr Carlo Drucker, ambassador of Mephras,

While your letter to the new democratic government of the Republic was, shall we say, less than friendly in tone and language, we do not hold this against you. As you yourself said, you have little foreknowledge of the situation here in Northern Rangeria, and such naiveté is understandable.

However, you must understand that this revolution came out of pure necessity and respect for those who fought to make our nation independent once more. After the War of Independence against Greater Rangeria, Northern Rangeria was a feeble whelp of a country, barely knowing how to sustain itself. In this environment, the people demanded symbols, and the pre-Occupation dynasty of House Halsar was re-introduced. However, they stepped beyond their boundaries as symbols, and the rule of our country fell to a young prince who was naught but a child when brave men and women died for the freedom of our land.

It is time that people take back their freedom, and for that to happen the Halsar must pay for their insolence. We request that in the interest of the friendship of our two nations that you will not attempt to hinder the democratic forces in their search and eventual capture of the Prince and his kin.


Yours sincerely,

Nils Aho,
Interim President of the Republic of Northern Rangeria


******

Embassy of Zaheran
8 Calew Avenue, Halsanki

The distant 'thoom' of an explosion from the Apinakissa district echoed in the rebel-held main avenue of Halsanki, rebels looking up from their posts, hands holding tighter onto their guns. A sizeable detachment of soldiers and tanks had taken control of the Calew Avenue, the pittoresque boulevard turned into a militarized zone. Many of the soldiers cast furtive glances towards the Zaheranian embassy, suspicious of the barred gates. Certainly by now Count Lieb had heard some of the news:

Prince Mikhail was apparently still at large.

There had been similar uprisings (though less succesful) in other major cities.

And apparently even here in the capital the rebels faced resistance.

And from the upper floors of the embassy they could very well be eye-witnesses to this war: the nearby Calewite Park had been turned into a garrison camp, tanks, jeeps and tents covering the green grass, soup kitchens and communication equipment surrounding the beautiful fountains. And then there were the vans: civilians being pushed off from them and lead to a kind of corral under armed guard, and one by one pulled into the tents. Interrogation, perhaps? Or something even worse? The news of arrested royalists, MPs and perhaps even members of the cabinet certainly pointed towards a bloody schism...

Embassy of the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden
7 Shepherds' Square, Halsanki

The flag of the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden was still flying freely in the embassy grounds, still whole and unmolested, unlike that of other nations along Calew Avenue and Apinakissa Street. The explosions were near but they were not affecting them... yet.

Ambassador Tobias Calderone had just been in touch with Deputy Foreign Minister Carlo Tirone l'Anza via satellite phone, with the Foreign Minister not available. L'Anza and two other Deputy Foreign Ministers, Dr. Montòccegliano and Col. Lambourne, advised them to stay put until they can get the Royal Nord-Brutlandese Navy's small aircraft carrier LVS Lepontina there for an aerial evacuation. He had also procured the authorization to tell the powers - any power, loyalist or rebel - that any action made against the embassy, its staff, and Nord-Brutlandese citizens will be treated as an act of war.

They had reason to fear. The rebels are anti-monarchy, and being a kingdom (albeit a constitutional monarchy with a democratic government) may had made the Royal Nord-Brutlandese Embassy a more attractive target. In addition, they only have six security people, armed with only small-caliber pistols... 9 to be exact. One for each security personnel, one for Ambassador Calderone, one for deputy ambassador for citizen affairs Larisa Alfaro, and one was broken.

As explosions rocked the outside, Ambassador Calderone instructed his wife Katrina to take their three children to a secure place, away from the windows. He then went down to see a mass of people at the lobby and receiving area of the small embassy - Nord-Brutlandese citizens afraid of being caught in the crossfire of this sudden degeneration of the country.

"Quame?" Calderone asked Alfaro.
"Trenúascieta."
"L'ontra?"
"Aschece la paiso."

Other Nord-Brutlandese in the country were also leaving via other ports. Geraldina Gurrola, deputy ambassador for culture, and her husband Ramone, were on vacation in another part of the country. They are organizing an exodus there. Another group in the southern part of the country was also having their exits there. Out of the twenty usual embassy staffers, there were only twelve in the embassy. Which makes the number of people inside about sixty.

The deputy ambassadors for citizen services, and public affairs, and the doctor were busy calming down the citizens inside the embassy. The deputy ambassador for trade was overseeing the six-person army of staffers who calls every known expatriate in Northern Rangeria to advise them. Ambassador Calderone passed by them as he went out of the building and into the embassy courtyard.

Four of the security officers stood guarding the gate, armed with nothing but truncheons. Their guns were still in their holsters. Ambassador Calderone approached the four men wearing the uniform of the Royal Nord-Brutlandese Army.

"Quam s'il?"
"Mai della compáiece... pre," answered the military attaché, Col. Valerio Ricaldone.

To: Interim President Nils Aho of the Republic of Northern Rangeria
From: President John Holtz of the Conservative United States of Holy Paradise
Subj: Warning.
Maybe so. However, if one more attack against an embassy takes place, we shall have no choice but to fight back, as these are innocent bystanders being killed.

Embassy of the Empire of New Chalcedon - #10 Apinakassa Street.

Alexios Doukas looked at the refugees, then at the door to the Communications Room.

"Let them in, Leo. I'm under orders from home on this one. Also, keep the guards on high alert - it seems to me to be only a matter of time until the rebels try to cordon our Embassy off, like Neo-Ixania's."

Leo raced to the front gate of the Embassy.

"Quickly - inside! Sanctuary is granted."

He returned inside to the main building, to find the Prince in the Communications Room, dictating a brief report to Secretary Lasarkis.

***

Constantinopolis Secundus, Lasarkis Manor.

Lasarkis worked as he had rarely worked throughout his career. In his personal communications suite, his aide was trying frantically to raise Michael Halasar. In his main office, he was speaking with Johannes Silander, the Northern Rangerian Ambassador to the Mangana Palace.

"If you have no objection Ambassador, I'll call His Majesty and brief him on this situation. We cannot take definitive action without the support of the Crown."

OOC: IC post coming soon.

******

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki
6.35am

The officer tightened his lips as he looked at the arrogant ambassador. Kalinin could likely see the disdain this man held for him, and that feeling was no lesser when he cast his eyes at Valeriya.

"For now, we must demand that you remain within embassy grounds until the fighting is over and we have secured the nation. There is still heavy fighting going on in the Northlands, and..."

Valeriya could sense the distain that the officer had for her father....but she wondered if she had any for him. She had never done anything to him but then again...he probably hated foreigners...foreigners whose nation had good relations with a hated foe; the royalists.

"It will not be a problem for us to stay here; provided that our rights and freedoms are guaranteed and protected...."

The major's words were cut short by a sudden explosion, coming from behind the wall that separated the embassy grounds from the street. Like some macabre rocket, the turret of the tank flew up in the air, in flames, black smoke billowing from the streets as gravel and metal shards rained down on the surrounding area. The turret itself came down with a deafening crash on the lawn, as a twisted heap of blasted metal.

"Tuolla!", one of the surviving rebel soldiers yelled, pointing at a nearby alley-way. A single figure stood up and tossed aside a still-smoking single-shot bazooka - and ran, followed by gun fire. The rebels were suddenly disorganized, many of them lying on the street dead or dying, the cries of the wounded soldiers speaking volumes of the agony of seared flesh and ripped limbs.

The horrid visions playing themselves outside were horrid sights for Valeriya who, though she found them horrifying, felt a bit of an urge to watch them curiously but her mother quickly took her away from the windows. Sergei watched himself but he did not get too much time to see what was going on; he could hear the rebel captain's voice.

"Inside, ambassador. Now", the major hissed as he got up and placed his helmet back on his head. Clearly this officer was planning to have this sneak-attack avenged by having the tank buster's head on a spike.

Sergei and the others walked inside and closed the doors; planning to fight back if the rebels decided to strike at them. Valeriya tried to get a look at the man while her mother was pacing around the embassy before she was comforted by Sergei. He knew well that this was all serious....and hopefully they would all survive.

OOC: Seeing as this appears to be MT, I'm guessing Memento of Prophecy wouldn't quite fit in here? ;)

OOC: Seeing as this appears to be MT, I'm guessing Memento of Prophecy wouldn't quite fit in here? ;)

OOC: Maybe not... unless he has an 'ambassador Kosh-esque' contact suit or something ;)

That's a bit of a problem for me, incorporating MT and FT: I try to do it in a Men in Black-kinda fashion; most of the general public (including the rebel leadership) is unaware of the FT setting. Which also means that simply bringing in ships for orbital barrage is a definite 'no-no'.

Also, new developments will arise later today. *cue dum-dum-DUUUM music*

The Embassy of New Chalcedon,
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki
6:35am

The refugees stumbled quickly inside, the last man to enter the old man in what looked like a pajama shirt with hastily put-on trousers. Each of them was wild-eyed and afraid, and as the old man stepped inside he had to lean against the wall, looking deathly pale.

"Thank God you were here... and that the Tears attacked", the man who had spoken before muttered. He was wearing a torn and bloodied shirt, a tie still hanging on his neck. He looked no older than thirty, and had the demeanor of a bureaucrat. "We... we were afraid that the rebels would catch us and... Herra? Mikä teillä...?", the young man suddenly blurted in Rangerian as the old man fell to the ground. In the hustle they had not noticed a growing patch of dark against the burgundy fabric of the pajama shirt, growing from his side.

"Valtias!", the young man hollered, using a term that the ambassadorial staff might have heard before. Valtias, a Rangerian word meaning ruler, commander... lord. Was this man of noble blood?

The young man pulled up the old man's shirt, revealing a crimson red wound on his side, blood soiling what looked like a shrapnel wound. "Please, help him! He's wounded! He must not die!" the young man yelled, sudden desperation overcoming fear in his voice.

*****

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The scene outside was truly horrendous: the wreckage of the tank was still burning, and wherever possible, wounded were treated by combat medics. Still, if any Neo-Ixanian, New Chalcedonian or other person nearby would look out, they would also witness a standard practice in Northern Rangerian Defence Forces: if the medics could not help a soldier who was clearly going to perish no matter what, they would nod to a nearby soldier who would pull out of his knife and lean over their wounded comrade. One clean strike, and the moans ended. There was something deeply respectful in that, as the men administering this euthanasia also closed the dead man's eyes and removed his dog-tags for later.

Gun fire rattled nearby, maybe a street or two away, sounding now more like a pitched fight instead of rebels firing upon a running royalist. Men and tanks were advancing to the alleys and adjoining streets, leaving fewer numbers on Apinakissa Street.

Clearly the battle for Halsanki had yet not been won.

(OOC: Do you still wish to say something in the Empress's world tour thread or shall we assume they got out safely?)

*****

Vasha, capital of Dallanti province
8:45am

Vasha, a Medieval trading port in the western seaboard of the Principality - or Republic, as it now was called - had proven to be a tough nut to crack. Unlike in Halsanki almost five hundred miles to the south, in Vasha the royalist troops and police had managed to re-claim the city center from the rebels after their onslaught lost steam. Still, the battle was far from over: distant gun fire still echoed from the suburbs and the harbour district, and many craters, burnt cars and collapsed buildings in the historical centre spoke of urban fighting where no quarter was received or given. But still the royalist moral seemed to be high, as one of the city's prominent landmarks, the statue of Eshau VIII, still stood at the Great Square. The stern-faced 15th century monarch, captured in marble with a lifted blade and a rallying cry on his lips had been pocketed with gun fire, but still the ancestor of the Prince stood, his open mouth seeming to issue a call for battle from centuries ago.

In the lobby of Hotel Garthaus, colonel Karissa Benson walked with a stern stride over the shattered glass and pulverized stone that littered the luxurious carpeting. The five-star hotel had been made a frontline headquarters for royalist troops, and it was here that a task force had found members of the Nord-Brutlandese ambassadorial staff. While she certainly had more on her mind at the moment, colonel Benson had allowed this couple - the Gurrolas - to remain in Garthaus and use it as a staging point for evacuating their nationals. And while there had been no news of support from any of the friendly nations, Benson and her troops kept their grumbles to themselves. As long as the Gurrolas and their task did not hinder the retaking of the city, they would be allowed to continue.

Benson walked to the ball room door, looking around himself at the gathered expats of many nationalities. Ixanians, Chalcedonians, Brutlandese, Latislavians, even a few Alfegians and Hamilayans. She looked around sternly, seeking Geraldina Gurrola with her eyes. In the distance he heard the woeful cry of air alert from the harbour. Good, the squadron from Lupua must have gotten through...

*****

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

Johannes Silander, the buzz-cut former soldier and now the Northern Rangerian ambassador in New Chalcedon was clearly feeling like he should not be here, but in his homeland with a gun in his hand and a bullet-proof vest strapped around him.

"That would of course be prudent", he muttered at Andras Lasarkis, lifting his grey eyes to the emperor's right-hand man. "I have yet to receive any formal information from Halsanki: the rebel attack was apparently succesful in taking the Parliament", he continued with barely-restrained anger in his voice. "Still, to my knowledge through friends and associates, I've learned that the Prince is still at large. And if I know His Majesty at all, he is most likely organizing loyal troops as we speak."

For a moment the man fell quiet, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "Mr Lasarkis... Forgive my directness on this matter, but I must ask what will New Chalcedon do in this situation? I am aware that no formal alliance exists between our nations, but surely our friendship in Europe counts for something?"

*****

To Mr John Holtz, President of the Conservative United States of Holy Paradise,

Mr Holtz, I am appalled that you would believe us such barbarians as to attack embassies of sovereign nations in Halsanki.

If anyone, it has been the supporters of the House Halsar who have endangered the lives and property in these districts. Less than three hours ago, a cowardly attack on Republic troops on Apinakissa Street cost the lives of several soldiers. We have yet to capture the assailant, but it is clear who they were attacking and why. One of our officers was offering our help to Sergei Kalinin, the honourable ambassador of Neo-Ixania, and as they talked a bazooka was fired at the embassy. Were it not for the brave sacrifice of a tank crew and Republic soldiers, Mr Kalinin, his wife and many of his staff would certainly be dead now.

We are currently destroying last pockets of resistance in Halsanki and in the southern provinces of our nation. But until then we have requested that all embassy personnel and foreign nationals remain either on embassy grounds or in their homes, until the royalist threat has been stamped out. We only wish to safeguard their lives until the city is safe once more.

Yours in friendship,

Nils Aho,
Interim President of the Republic of Northern Rangeria

*****

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The scene outside was truly horrendous: the wreckage of the tank was still burning, and wherever possible, wounded were treated by combat medics. Still, if any Neo-Ixanian, New Chalcedonian or other person nearby would look out, they would also witness a standard practice in Northern Rangerian Defence Forces: if the medics could not help a soldier who was clearly going to perish no matter what, they would nod to a nearby soldier who would pull out of his knife and lean over their wounded comrade. One clean strike, and the moans ended. There was something deeply respectful in that, as the men administering this euthanasia also closed the dead man's eyes and removed his dog-tags for later.

Gun fire rattled nearby, maybe a street or two away, sounding now more like a pitched fight instead of rebels firing upon a running royalist. Men and tanks were advancing to the alleys and adjoining streets, leaving fewer numbers on Apinakissa Street.

Clearly the battle for Halsanki had yet not been won.

(OOC: Do you still wish to say something in the Empress's world tour thread or shall we assume they got out safely?)

OOC: We can just assume that they got out safely unless you want to RP that.

Valeriya was amazed to see the wounded soldier detached from the mortal world by his comrade through one quick use of the sword but yet she could understand why such an act would be done. Her wife was warily watching the carnage outside while Sergei was in deep thought about that man who he had been talking to; making sure, as well, that all the security guards were ready to fight if needed. As she listened to the gunfire, Valeriya became a bit more nervous but had faith in the idea that her parents and security guards would defend her or at least attempt to even if they'd all die in the attempt. After a while, Sergei looked outside to see if the man he had talked to earlier was outside. He did not know exactly when the inhabitants of his embassy could go home to Ixania...away from this nation which had fallen into the pit of chaos.

OOC: No time to post right now. I'll be offline for about 36 hours from now, also.

OOC: We can just assume that they got out safely unless you want to RP that.


OOC: Well, I wouldn't mind ;)

And New Chalcedon... Okay, and thank you for the heads-up. See you when you get back!

Zaheranian Embassy
8th Calew Avenue, Halsinki



The ten soldiers guarding the embassy were becoming more and more nervous. It seemed like the fighting was coming closer and closer to the Calew Avenue, and they only had handguns to defend themselves and their compatriots with if something happened. That a large rebel force was guarding the avenue did not make things better. One did not need to be a genius to calculate their chances of survival if the rebels turned hostile. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the embassy building's doors opened and closed behind Count Lieb, the man they were here to protect. A guard unlocked the gate, and followed by two soldiers the ambassador walked out on the street. He looked around, searching for an officer. The order to evacuate had finally arrived, and he wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The scenery outside was certainly not hope-inspiring: tanks and troops patrolled the streets, and the Apinakissa Street had apparently been cordoned off completely. To make matters worse, an aide ran to inform ambassador Kalinin that the rebels had set up a no-flight zone over Northern Rangeria. Any unauthorized planes, whether military or civilian, would be forced to land or destroyed.

As for the major, he was walking briskly towards the embassy again...

*****

The Embassy of Zaheran
8 Calew Avenue, Halsanki

As soon as Count Lieb stepped out onto the street, a handful of rebel soldiers bearing assault rifles stepped in front of him and his escort.

"Sir", one of them - a sergeant, apparently - said sternly. "I must ask you to return to your embassy building. There are still royalist insurgents on the loose, and we cannot guarantee your safety if you are out in the open."

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The scenery outside was certainly not hope-inspiring: tanks and troops patrolled the streets, and the Apinakissa Street had apparently been cordoned off completely. To make matters worse, an aide ran to inform ambassador Kalinin that the rebels had set up a no-flight zone over Northern Rangeria. Any unauthorized planes, whether military or civilian, would be forced to land or destroyed.

As for the major, he was walking briskly towards the embassy again...

"A no fly zone over Northern Rangeria? I suppose that means that the revolution is spreading all across this land. I never thought that any of this would be happening...." Sergei said emotionlessly before noticing the major walking towards the embassy. He ordered the security guards to maintain their positions and for his wife to keep their daughter close before Sergei walked towards the major. "Do you have further business with us, Major? What news do you have for us? I suppose you are keeping us prisoners here because my nation was on good terms with the hated royalists?"

Sergei wondered if the rebels knew that he came from a monarchist nation. "What does the major have planned for the ambassador? His guards? His wife? His daughter?"

The Embassy of New Chalcedon
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.
6:36 AM.

"Never mind about that - our medics are quite competant." The functionary tried to exude confidence, although as a veteran, he knew that the wound, while not necessarily fatal, was bad - especially on an older man.

"Medic! Here!" An old, white-robed woman wearing the sapphire-blue headband that marked a healer's calling rushed over at the call, and began to examine the wound.

"It's bad, sir. But if these young men will stop fussing and let me get to work, he may be saved." Her eyes held a kindly twinkle belying her severe tone.

As the aide got out of the way, the Healer started to work, attempting to save the older man's life.

OOC: Thanks for the understanding, NR.

The Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

When the medic leaned closer towards the old man, his hand suddenly jumped up and grabbed the old woman by her wrist. His mouth gasped in a feeble attempt to draw in enough air for words, but then he just mustered enough force to push the woman's hand down to his trouser pocket. Inside was a small, silver-coloured memory stick, slippery with fresh blood from the wound.

"For the Prince...", the man managed to croak before he slipped back to unconsciousness.

The rest of the Northern Rangerians who had managed to make their way here looked distraught at the side, but apparently the old man's whisper and the memory stick had gone unnoticed by them. The man who had thus far spoken was now tending to his companions, and they all seemed very jittery - especially at the grisly sight of their older companion's peril.

"You have to save him", the younger man spoke again, looking at the aide. "I... I don't know how many survived. Lord Aalthone got a call early today... before the rebels attacked..."

That name ought to jog a few brain cells. Aalthone, a nobleman... an old nobleman. A lord. Lord Aalthone? Stapani Aalthone, the Minister of the Exterior?

"A no fly zone over Northern Rangeria? I suppose that means that the revolution is spreading all across this land. I never thought that any of this would be happening...." Sergei said emotionlessly before noticing the major walking towards the embassy. He ordered the security guards to maintain their positions and for his wife to keep their daughter close before Sergei walked towards the major. "Do you have further business with us, Major? What news do you have for us? I suppose you are keeping us prisoners here because my nation was on good terms with the hated royalists?"

Sergei wondered if the rebels knew that he came from a monarchist nation. "What does the major have planned for the ambassador? His guards? His wife? His daughter?"

The major quirked an insulted eyebrow. "Ambassador Kalinin, we are fighting here for democracy. We are not holding you and your staff prisoner. However, we must insist that you remain within your embassy grounds for the time being. The royalists are apparently mounting a counter-attack, and until this threat has been neutralized, we cannot guarantee your safety unless you remain on embassy grounds."

The man callously lit a cigar, puffing it as he spoke again. "Though there is something we would like to discuss. Her Majesty Empress Anastasia was the Prince's guest, no? If you do have any information of her whereabouts, it would be wise to divulge such information. Oh, do not worry", the major said when he saw Kalinin's expression. "The interim government wishes to make sure she will leave the country safely."

The Embassy of Zaheran
8 Calew Avenue, Halsanki

As soon as Count Lieb stepped out onto the street, a handful of rebel soldiers bearing assault rifles stepped in front of him and his escort.

"Sir", one of them - a sergeant, apparently - said sternly. "I must ask you to return to your embassy building. There are still royalist insurgents on the loose, and we cannot guarantee your safety if you are out in the open."

The two guards tightened their grips on their pistols, but the nobleman just nodded. "I understand your concern, sergeant. I am willing to take that risk, because my errand is of great importance. Could you please take me to your commanding officer?"

The major quirked an insulted eyebrow. "Ambassador Kalinin, we are fighting here for democracy. We are not holding you and your staff prisoner. However, we must insist that you remain within your embassy grounds for the time being. The royalists are apparently mounting a counter-attack, and until this threat has been neutralized, we cannot guarantee your safety unless you remain on embassy grounds."

"I cannot say that I would support the rise of democracy here in Northern Rangeria because where I come from the word of absolute monarchy reigns supreme as it has done for century after century; I, indeed, am a loyal subject when it comes to political matters. As for this matter here, I am sure that it is possible that the royalists would not dare harm foreigners who leave embassy grounds as that would bring the wrath of many upon them....and perhaps friendships for you and your band of Republicans."

The man callously lit a cigar, puffing it as he spoke again. "Though there is something we would like to discuss. Her Majesty Empress Anastasia was the Prince's guest, no? If you do have any information of her whereabouts, it would be wise to divulge such information. Oh, do not worry", the major said when he saw Kalinin's expression. "The interim government wishes to make sure she will leave the country safely."

"I do not know where the Empress is at the moment but I am hopeful that her safety can be ensured by either your faction or that of the royalists. Although, a part of me tells me that you'd take liberties with the fact that a monarch; beacon of the hated monarchist ideology, is in this nation and that you'd have her detained. As a loyal subject, it would be a shame to see such a thing happen."

Sergei nodded his head. "If the Empress is harmed, then I am sure Ixania will not take too kindly to it. Indeed, many Ixanians would much rather have an absolute monarchy under her as we do now then some republic. To many of us Ixanians, there is no clear ideal form of government. Only ideal leaders."

(OOC: White-out parts are translations. Read only if Count Lieb knows Rangerian ;) )

The Embassy of Zaheran
8 Calew Avenue, Halsanki

The sergeant frowned, and took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"Hold", he said calmly to the ambassador and then clicked the walkie-talkie open. "Alfa Kolme, tässä Charlie Alfa Lima Kahdeksan. Häkkilintu Zulu Alfa vaatii emäntää. Odotan ohjeita. Loppu."

"Alfa Three, this is Charlie Alpha Lima Eight. Cage-bird Zulu Alpha demands the missus. Awaiting instructions. Over.""

As he spoke, the sergeant stared intently at Count Lieb, clearly undaunted by the nobleman's presence. Then his walkie-talkie chirped. "Charlie Alfa Lima Kahdeksan, tässä Alfa Kolme. Tuokaa häkkilintu eläinlääkärille. Vain häkkilintu, ei pesuetta. Loppu.", a stern voice answered.

"Charlie Alpha Lima Eight, this is Alpha Three. Bring the cage-bird to the vet. Only the cage-bird, no nestlings. Over."

"Alfa Kolme, viesti ymmärretty. Kuittaan", the sergeant responded, and then put his walkie-talkie away. "Very well, ambassador. Follow me, please", he then said to the ambassador, motioning him to follow towards a jeep that was parked nearby.

"Alpha Three, message received. Over and out."

*****

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

"You seem to forget easily, Mister Kalinin", the major answered as he puffed his cigar. "See that over there?", he then asked, pointing at the smoldering wreck that had been a battle tank only a few moments earlier. "That tank and thirteen of my men saved your embassy from a terrorist attack. I am sure that the royalist insurgent in question saw as discussing and decided to do away with you before the two of us could come to an understanding."

The major chuckled when he saw the expression on Kalinin's face. "I see you are shocked, ambassador. It is understandable. But I hope you will understand that this is the nature of war: the royalists will stop at nothing to weaken us, even if it comes at a cost of ambassadorial blood. As for your empress... well, I am a soldier, not a politician. But I assure you, Her Imperial Majesty will be treated according to her rank and station."

Meanwhile, inside the embassy, one of the Northern Rangerian staff members - a bushy-haired gardener - coughed as he approached Valeriya.

"Hyur Hikness", the old man croaked with his strongly-accented English. He was pale-faced, probably from the shock of these events, but otherwise he looked like any other day: long, worn overalls, his boots caked with mud, a touch of hair gel covering the scent of fertilizer. He looked around giddily before he shoved his oversized hand in his pocket, and pulled out a small CD cartridge, quickly putting it in Valeriya's hand. "Savajev... Khe send hees kreeting... too hyur vather", the old man muttered and then quickly made his way out of the room again, clearly afraid.

[OOC: Probably not. My Finnish has been a bit rusty lately ;)]

Zaheranian Embassy
8th Calew Avenue, Halsinki


"Paljon kiitoksia, kersantti". He turned to the guards, speaking rapidly in German. "Return to the embassy. If I don't return within five hours, assume that I'm dead or captive. Johann Klinge will be in charge while I'm gone". He shook the both men's hands, then followed the Northern Rangerian to the vehicle.

--- Official Declaration of President Nils Aho and the Democratic Interim Government of the Republic of Northern Rangeria ---

To the People of Northern Rangeria and to Foreign Governments, on the Matter of Instating and Safe-Guarding Democracy against Royalist Reactionaries,

My fellow countrymen, dignitaries and representatives of fellow sovereign nations.

Today, history has been made by the valiant armies of Northern Rangeria. In co-operation with the forces of democracy and liberty, they have today captured our ancestral capital city of Halsanki from the clutches of the royal family.

Many of you have seen the terror of war on this day. This was not our desire. For years, we, the true democrats of Northern Rangeria, have asked and pleaded His Majesty the Prince, Mikhail IV Halsar, to acknowledge his position as a mere figurehead, a remnant of history that is still artificially maintained. It has been our firm belief that following the turmoil of the Declaration of Independence in 1983 our legislators made a terrible mistake: in searching for a beacon, a symbol behind which to rally the people of Northern Rangeria, they were misguided by history, and invited the House Halsar to claim the throne and power of Northern Rangeria once again. A throne which they lost in 1808 to Greater Rangerian invaders, because of the weakness and folly of their decadent and dying House. A throne, that lost its occupant, King Calew, all too soon at the hand of a sniper.

There was no clearer godsent sign of the danger of monarchy, but the lords and their minions thwarted the efforts to re-establish our great land as a democracy, and hailed the child Mikhail as our new monarch. Under the tutelage of the Queen Mother, the boy that was crowned Prince in 1984 grew distant from our people. He never faced the hardships of war, or soiled his hands in rebuilding our nation. In the Ruhtinalyne Palace, he sat upon his wretched throne and once eighteen, he began lording over the matters of state. Noblesse oblige, indeed.

When we needed labour, he wasted money on universities.

When we needed bread, he squandered money on third-world projects.

He was and is an idealist, and dangerously misinformed, drunk of his power. It was only a matter of time before the folly of monarchy would come to an end under his insolent rule.

On this day, we have seized Halsanki, the Parliament and the Ruhtinalyne Palace. The Queen Mother and members of the royalist Cabinet are under house arrest, pending trial for their crimes against the nation. The Prince and many of his lackeys are still at large, and I urge every brave citizen of Northern Rangeria, and every true friend of our nation to hand them in, wherever they may pop up.

As of this moment, the following persons are considered personae non gratae in Northern Rangeria, and their capture will be greatly rewarded by the Republican government:

Mikhail Halsar - Former 'Prince' of Northern Rangeria, accused of high treason and corruption.
Samuel Halsar - Lord, Commander in the Royalist Army, accused of treason, rebellion, sedition.
Pieter Halsar - Lord, ambassador to Constantinople, accused of treason, corruption, sedition. We demand him to be relinquished immediately.
Katrina Raikone - Lady, accused of treason.
Sari Raikone - Lady, accused of treason.
Saul Niinish - Duke, Minister of the Treasury, accused of treason, money-laundering and corruption.
Stapani Aalthone - Duke, Minister of the Exterior, accused of treason, corruption, resisting arrest and murder of two members of the Republican Army.
Tarya Cronmer - Lady, Minister of Labour. Accused of corruption and resisting arrest.
August Manter - Minister of Justice. Accused of treason and corruption.
Elisa Loyto - Lady, Speaker of the House of Lords. Accused of treason and corruption.
Antoni Tanner - Speaker of the House of Commons. Accused of treason, corruption, resisting arrest and damaging the property of the Republican Army.

Furthermore, we hereby revoke all titles and privileges of the noble class, and claim their property and liquid assets as compensation for their continued leeching of the Northern Rangerian people.

May God bless the Republic.

[OOC: Probably not. My Finnish has been a bit rusty lately ;)]

Zaheranian Embassy
8th Calew Avenue, Halsinki


"Paljon kiitoksia, kersantti". He turned to the guards, speaking rapidly in German. "Return to the embassy. If I don't return within five hours, assume that I'm dead or captive. Johann Klinge will be in charge while I'm gone". He shook the both men's hands, then followed the Northern Rangerian to the vehicle.

The sergeant frowned at Lieb's words but said nothing. He merely got into the jeep, with two soldiers climbing in the back. Without a word they waited for Lieb and then drove off.

The streets were empty, save for rebel troops. Windows and doors were boarded up, and fliers of the new government and its declaration were being pasted everywhere. Somewhere in the distance, gun-fire still marked pockets of resistance in the capital. As for the nation in its entirety, very little could be gleaned out. The television channels - now under Republican management - spoke of heavy fighting in the north, emphasizing how the royalists refused to relinquish hold on the land.

Soon the Count could see where they were heading: to the hill overlooking the city, where the Medieval palace-bastion of Ruhtinalyne Palace overlooked Halsanki. Thin streams of black smoke spoke of fires in the palace, now finally fallen despite the resistance of the Home Guard...

Lieb studied the battered surroundings, hiding his contempt behind a expressionless mask. Can't they see, these people?, he thought. This is what "democracy" leads to. Death and destruction, nothing else. He shook his head. The noble houses back home were probably demanding a Zaheranian intervention on the side of the royalists. He had to get out of here soon, or his situation might become very risky. He didn't trust these rebels to respect diplomatic immunity if his country became involved in this conflict. No, evacuation was the only way out, even if it meant that he had to cooperate with the rebels. He looked up, seeing the Ruhtinalyne Palace ahead. It seemed like they were taking him to some high official. Very well. That could simplify his plans a little.

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania
4 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

"You seem to forget easily, Mister Kalinin", the major answered as he puffed his cigar. "See that over there?", he then asked, pointing at the smoldering wreck that had been a battle tank only a few moments earlier. "That tank and thirteen of my men saved your embassy from a terrorist attack. I am sure that the royalist insurgent in question saw as discussing and decided to do away with you before the two of us could come to an understanding."

"An understanding? It would be ironic for an Ixanian monarchist like myself to give support to a Northern Rangerian republican even if the revolution is validly fighting against true injustices and not just some falsified stories; though I do not claim that is the case, Major. Indeed, I'd hope that peace could be restored to this land which I...well have quite liked ever since my family and I were sent here."

The major chuckled when he saw the expression on Kalinin's face. "I see you are shocked, ambassador. It is understandable. But I hope you will understand that this is the nature of war: the royalists will stop at nothing to weaken us, even if it comes at a cost of ambassadorial blood. As for your empress... well, I am a soldier, not a politician. But I assure you, Her Imperial Majesty will be treated according to her rank and station."

"I know well the nature of war, my friend and it is obvious that the royalists will stop at nothing to fight back against republican hordes who'd, in their opinion, trample over the blessings of the Old Order in order to implement some crazed and chaotic reforms. As for the Empress, I am hopeful that if rebels apprehend her that they will treat her well; she does not deserve to be injured or killed merely because she is a monarch; a monarch who is goodhearted and works for the welfare of all her subjects. Indeed, all monarchs should do such things."

Meanwhile, inside the embassy, one of the Northern Rangerian staff members - a bushy-haired gardener - coughed as he approached Valeriya.

"Hyur Hikness", the old man croaked with his strongly-accented English. He was pale-faced, probably from the shock of these events, but otherwise he looked like any other day: long, worn overalls, his boots caked with mud, a touch of hair gel covering the scent of fertilizer. He looked around giddily before he shoved his oversized hand in his pocket, and pulled out a small CD cartridge, quickly putting it in Valeriya's hand. "Savajev... Khe send hees kreeting... too hyur vather", the old man muttered and then quickly made his way out of the room again, clearly afraid.

Valeriya was standing idly by in some distant part of the embassy; away from her father and all of the debating between him and the major. She was alone, at first she thought, until she heard what sounded like a voice. It was odd, she thought, since it seemed to call her Your Highness although she was not a princess at all; after a while she noticed the old man with the CD cartridge. She was silent all the way through and, after he had left her, looked at the CD cartridge and wondered about Savajev; who she had only known faintly to be the personal assistant of the Prince. Valeriya carefully hid the CD cartridge and began thinking about when to give it to her father. She knew that if the rebels found it....that she could be in much trouble with them so she decided to think of a way to get it to her father.

After a while, Valeriya concocted an idea. She asked one of the security guards to call for her father because she was in need of some reassurance that everything would be alright. The guard swiftly ran to Sergei and whispered some words in Ixanian. "Major, please excuse me. My daughter is in need of her father."

Sergei swiftly left the Major's presence while Nataliya, his wife, just looked at the Major in a sense of nervous curiosity; studying him a bit like a scholar would some ancient text. Admittingly, she feared him hurting or raping her; after all she knew that women in war could experience such things.

In the distant part of the embassy, Sergei found Valeriya feigning a sense of worry and dispair over the situation at hand. When they were alone, Valeriya handed the CD cartridge to her father and whispered softly: "An old man came to me and gave me this CD cartridge which is from a man named Savajev....he wanted me to give it to you."

Sergei took the CD cartridge, examined it, and then put it into his pocket. He then returned to the Major happily; as if he had properly dealt with his daughter's worry. "I am back, Major. I'm sure you know what this sort of situation can do to a child."

OOC: Now I need a good opportunity to see what the CD contains.....

***Open Letter***

To: Nils Aho, 'President' of the so-called 'Republic' of Northern Rangeria.
From: His Imperial and Serene Majesty, Michael VI Doukas-Palaiologos, Emperor of New Chalcedon, Grand Duke of Constantinopolis Secundus, etc., etc.
Re: Illegal and unpatriotic actions.

Mr. Aho;

We will not mince words with you.

We find it interesting, to say the least, that a man renowned for his brutality as the Governor-General of occupied Northern Rangeria now professes love for the people, as well as a patriotic love of his homeland that is quite out of character for his past behaviour.

Quite frankly, We do not believe you speak the truth. Having had multiple dealings with Michael Halasar, We can state with confidence that he is a serious, thoughtful young man who is motivated primarily by his love of the nation and secondarily by his sense of justice. We further state that the man who oppressed Northern Rangeria during the occupation is a poor person to speak on the subject of tyranny, as evidenced by the suspension of the ancient right of hapeus corpus, as well as the removal of many other rights and freedoms - all in the interests of 'freedom', of course.

In protest, as soon as may be arranged, the Empire will withdraw our Embassy from Halsanki until the return of the rightful leaders of Northern Rangeria: Prince Michael IV Halasar and the democratically-elected legislative body of Northern Rangeria, the Parliament.

A revolution that genuinely enjoys the support of the people doesn't need ten-to-one superiority of firepower. Nor can a revolution without external backing achieve it.

The Empire of New Chalcedon will not recognise the so-called 'Republic', or its leaders. Our support lies with Michael Halasar, Fourth of his Name, Prince of Northern Rangeria, and We are prepared to back this in any way the Prince Michael calls upon us to.

[signed]

Michael Doukas-Palaiologos

Emperor and Lord of New Chalcedon,
Grand Duke of Constantinopolis Secundus,
Defender of the Realm,
etc., etc.

Leonidas Aprapaxes

Duke of Illyriania,
Leader of the Imperial Senate.

Pallia Membrasselema

Leader of the Imperial House of Assemblators.

(OOC: Yeah, I get the name. I guessed that it was him before the positive ID.)

Embassy of New Chalcedon
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

The Healer ignored the silver memory stick during the early stages of treatment - she now knew that it existed (and would report the fact). A few moments would make little difference with the stick, and might make all the difference in saving her patient's life.

After completing the initial fist-aid, the Healer signalled for a stretcher to remove the wounded man to the infirmiary inside the Embassy. Before its arrival, she discreetly removed the information stick.

Once Aalthone was ensconced upon one of the infirmiary's two beds, she went to report to the Ambasssador, who maintained watch at the front solar.

***

"A datastick? Well, well, well.....I wonder what is on it. Still, I guess we shouldn't pry - it would be rude."

"Given that Halasar is in the northern end of the nation, send a message to our consul at the northern consulate - under full encryption, of course."

"Tell him to drop everything else, do whatever it takes - he must find the Prince and tell him that an anonymous stranger gave us this. Also inform him that it is in the Blue hiding-place."

Leo looked visibly shaken at this assertion that the situation could soon prove fatal for the Embassy's personnel.

"Surely not even these rebels would go so far, Highness.....could they?"

"It's not a question of how far they'd go - I just received this." Doukas showed his aide the message he'd just received from home, containing the Imperial denunciation of the rebel forces.

"Oh. Um. Oh. Well, I guess that we could soon become...unwelcome."

"Indeed. And that our belongings will be searched if and when we are expelled. Which brings me to another point. Forge IDs for the refugees as Imperial citizens. I want them to be complete. Tell Helena in the infirmiary to come up with some reason behind Aalthone's condition. And don't forget to make sure that they own Chalcedonian-style clothing and personal accessories to present to the inspectors."

"Oh. One last thing, Leo."

"Try to get the data on that stick copied, taking no risks of self-destructing data. Then, give it to me. I'll put it in with the embassy records, and you can have someone leave the copy at the Blue hiding place."

"But, but..." The right-angle turns were coming too fast and frequent for Leo to keep up with.

"Simple, Leo. I believe that this entire episode shows far too high a degree of penetration of supposedly secure systems on the part of the rebels. I'm anticipating that they're listening into even encrypted communications, therefore I'll tell them what I want them to know."

"I want them to know that I'm leaving it behind for the Prince's partisans to pick up, so that they'll let me go with only a cursory examination. They'll never suspect that I've actually got the device hidden in plain sight, among all of our confidential embassy records. Every embassy everywhere has files like these, and I can legitimately object to any attempt to remove them - they won't dare take them away from us, as it would result in total ostracism from the international community. Certainly not when the already 'know' that we've left the critical data behind."

"And, just in case the Prince's partisans do get here first, the data will actually be there, too. A perfect deception. Just don't tell any of the Rangerians about it - they'll act their parts better if they don't know they're acting."

Talk about having your cake and eating it too! That young man seems to have inherited the sneaky genes along with the rest of them. But he looks so honest and open-faced.....Lord Above, let me get through this, and I swear I'll retire from politics, grateful to have a whole skin. The old aide was shaken as he went about the business of executing the Ambassador's commands, while the Ambassador he left behind purposefully delayed handing over the inflammatory document, in order to buy a little more time.

(OOC: it is my practice to establish a consulate in remote regions, in addition to the embassy in the capital. If that's not OK, just say so.)

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

The grand palace of Ruhtinalyne had certainly seen happier days than this one. As Count Lieb was driven inside, he could certainly see the signs of fighting: the road was marred with explosion craters and gun-fire, and the remains of a destroyed tank were currently being disposed off. A large truck set by the side of the road was being loaded with covered bodies, the fabrics marred with blood. The palace itself had also been damaged: the gates lay on the ground, hewn from their hinges, and many of the windows were broken, the walls speckled with gunshots. One corner of the third story was gone, apparently from an explosion, and the rebels were swiftly removing the sandbag and concrete obstacles set up by the defenders.

On the steps of the palace, a tall, black-clothed officer was already waiting for Lieb. He was a young man, but his tags bore the stripes of a colonel; most likely an aide-de-camp for the local military leader, or perhaps the infamous Mr Aho himself.

"Count Lieb, I presume?"

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The Embassy of Neo-Ixania

Clearly at this point, the ambassador Kalinin's less-than-diplomatic choice of vocabulary of "republican hordes" and "crazed and chaotic reforms" had done a number on the officer's calm and collected demeanor. The man huffed when Kalinin informed he was back.

"Very well, then. But I doubt we have more to discuss today. Remain within your embassy, ambassador. And let your people know that a curfew will be in place until the royalist threat has been quenched."

*****

(OOC: Hmmm... so what exactly is your plan here, NC? ;) To let the rebels have the datastick if they get to the hiding place before royalists? I'm just curious here...)

The Embassy of New Chalcedon

The copying of the datastick prove to be more difficult than originally planned: while there were some files that were copied a-okay, others were encrypted and seemed to resist any attempt to tamper with them. Still, Leo had apparently not managed to cause them to self-destruct... yet. One the files he did manage to copy seemed interesting, though: It was a video file, labeled "ToAlex" in English. The rest of the files had names in Rangerian or some code language, but this was in English and given such a name. Alex? Alex whom? There were a few Aleksei in the Northern Rangerian Parliament, but none of them were prominent politicians - certainly not somebody to whom Duke Aalthone would write to...

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania

Clearly at this point, the ambassador Kalinin's less-than-diplomatic choice of vocabulary of "republican hordes" and "crazed and chaotic reforms" had done a number on the officer's calm and collected demeanor. The man huffed when Kalinin informed he was back.

"Very well, then. But I doubt we have more to discuss today. Remain within your embassy, ambassador. And let your people know that a curfew will be in place until the royalist threat has been quenched."

Sergei simply nodded his head; knowing that he must have offended (unwittingly) the major but he did not try to patch things up as he just watched the major depart with his comrades-at-arms before he not only ordered everyone to stay inside the confines of the embassy but to also hook up a computer or some system that could play the CD. Everyone crowded around a hastily hooked up computer when Sergei put the CD inside; with everyone having different thoughts as to what the CD really contained. Valeriya, especially, was concerned with it because she had been given the CD by some old man whom she was still thinking about; assuming he was a royalist. She knew that her nation's Empress was in the nation at this troubled and chaotic time and she hoped the Empress would be alright; more so out of simple concern for a fellow human being than any sympathies with monarchist ideology. "What does the CD contain?" Valeriya thought to herself. Her father was assuming it was from the Prince or someone high up in the Royal Court but all he could do was wait and see.....

OOC: I'll leave it up to you, NR, to post what the CD contains.

OOC: May I have a diplomatic meeting with Northern Rangeria... and can some duke flee to New Brittonia (I'll arrest him, but with a rather hilarious outcome)

OOC: New Brittonia, do you want the meeting with the new government or the royalists? And should I be worried about Monty Python-esque hilarity ensuing? ;)

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The Embassy of Neo-Ixania

The CD contained two files: an encrypted large file and a single, uncrypted video file, that once clicked showed a slightly unsteady camera view (most likely handheld) of Leo Savajev, the prince's aide. The old man looked more grim than a thunder storm, his major domo's livery replaced by a black uniform with a single silver star on either side of his collar. The background was a simple, whitewashed wall that could be from any government bureau, compound or even elementary school in Northern Rangeria.

"Greetings, ambassador", the old man spoke calmly, looking directly at the camera. "If you are reading this message, then I know that our mission was a success. I apologize for not using the proper channels to establish contact with you, but as matters are, we have very few luxuries of decorum. I trust that you will be silent of old Grigori's part in delivering this message to you. He is an old friend of mine, and I know he will punch me for asking him to risk his life like this."

"We both know what the situation is. As I am telling you this, His Majesty and I have made sure that Her Imperial Majesty, Anastasia II and her Imperial escorts have made safely across the border. God willing, they will be in Neo-Ixania before the day is over."

"It is, however, with a heavy heart that I must warn you: If you have the possibility of leaving Halsanki, do so without a moment's doubt. The Prince was still a child when Nils Aho was ousted from his position as governor-general, but many of us 'old guard' still remember the atrocities he committed."

"My only request is this: if and when you make out of Halsanki, take this CD with you. In it, is an encrypted file, His Majesty's plead of help from friendly nations. Talk with the lords of Constantinople, because after your mistress, he considers the Emperor his closest kinsman and friend. Keep this CD close, and should there be a risk of your embassy grounds to be ransacked by Aho's men, destroy it."

"If, however, you make it out of Halsanki and the 'Republic'... the password for the files is Her Majesty's favourite piece in the Gallery. My liege sends his regards for you, and his love and admiration for your mistress. God keep you safe, friend, and may we meet again soon, under happier circumstances."

The message went black again. So this was it... a confirmation that Anastasia II was safe. And a request of an honest man to another: they both served their rulers without hesitation, and as such a man had Leo Savajev made this request to Kalinin, speaking in riddles in case the message was intercepted.

OOC: New government... and the idea was there is a police raid on a brothel and they find one guy as a John... and having some cocaine on his person, and in his bloodstream, and maybe heroin to go with it. Iw would just be purely accidental... just to spice it up.

OOC: Nope. The plan is to get the original to the Royalists before anyone can find the Blue hiding-place, Rebel or Royalist. Even if it fails, there is still the chance that Royalists will get to it first in the Blue spot. And the Embassy's secure files are......protected. Also, expect military intervention fairly soon. It's currently being discussed here (http://http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=555648) (on pages 3&4 of the thread). Your Ambassador to NC can influence this decision if you wish.

The Embassy of New Chalcedon
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

Alexios received the news stoically.

"Oh well, put the incomplete copy into the Blue hiding-place, and then we'll get going. Don't forget - I want those forged IDs to be absolutely flawless. We must get old Aalthone out."

Five minutes later....

Alexios Doukas appeared at the gate to the Imperial embassy, which opened at his approach.

He stepped outside with just the two honour guards, and started walking down the street towards the Neo-Ixanian Embassy. He hoped to catch the military detachment before it left - better to get this unpleasant task done with quickly.

The Consulate of New Chalcedon
Oulo, Province of Northlands
4:35pm

By the afternoon a certain trend seemed to be rising: in the south and more heavily populated areas the rebels had managed to set up a foothold, anchoring themselves among the civilian populace and thus making any attempts of scouring them out more dangerous for civilian populace. The cities of Halsanki, Turka, Tamberg and Piro were among the prominent cities under their control, though pockets of royalist resistance - both military and civilian - made life difficult for them. So far the rebels had refrained from firing at civilians, but as tensions rose, so did the thread of firing into protesters. And protest the populace did: in Halsanki, the Veritas Avenue and the University campus had rekindled their old rebellious flame, and fights between royalist and democrat supporters became a commonplace sight, as did protests demanding Aho to step down.

In the north, the situation was different. Here the population was more scattered as they got closer to the arctic circle, and as such the rebels had very few population centres behind which to hide. Rumours of gruesome guerrilla and urban warfare in the north were spreading rapidly, and the rebels were losing their foothold on the military bases in the area.

Oulo, a coastal city and one of the few major population centers in the Northlands province, had felt its share of fighting: The royalists had after hours of fighting managed to dislodge the rebels from the city center. Bombers and a detachment of the Royal Navy had bombarded the harbour side and ships gone rebel. Particularly one battleship had sunk at the very mouth of the harbour passage, her beaten prow sticking up from the rocky shore like a beached whale.

Still, the city was more or less becoming secure again, the royalist bureaucrats and military setting up safe zones and trying to organize a counter-attack against military positions outside the city.

It was in this environment, that a single man, apparently in his late forties and wearing the fur-rimmed summer coat that was so common in these areas, approached the gates of the New Chalcedonian consulate. His eyes darted around, looking for guards or still-operational security systems. The consulate had avoided being used as a base, but the wreckage of a blown-up jeep just two blocks away was a tangible reminder of the realities of war.


******

OOC: New Brit, make your request IC and we'll see. This is, after all, an RP thread ;)

OOC: NR, I'm stuck (a bit) on how to continue my part of the story. I'm thinking about Sergei just waiting out the crisis until it is safe for him and the others to leave. Do you know when that will be possible? (By the way, Queen Charlette VI is the puppet of Ixania; just so you know for future reference)

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki


"That is correct", the count replied, maintaining his calm, diplomatic face. On the inside he was boiling with rage, angered by the meaningless destruction caused by the rebellion. He hoped that the retalitation from the royalists would come soon, that these arrogant rebels would be slaughtered like the pigs they were. He studied the colonel, memorising the man's face.
"What is your name?"

--SIC--

Encryption Lambda Foxtrot Pi Charlie Zero Zero Seven Niner

TO: Northern Rangerian Rebels


Recognition is possible

STOP

Conditional on victory

STOP

AID MONEY CAN BE SENT TO YOU

STOP

Meeting is needed

STOP

Please meet in NEW BRITTONIA

STOP

CITY shall be Cecilia

STOP

Send low-level diplomats for safety reasons

STOP

PLEASE RESPOND ASAP

STOP

END

OOC: Well, Ix, I do see New Chalcedon approaching your embassy... ;)

*****

Ruhtinalyne Palace

"Colonel Valeo, of the Interim Government. I understand that you have some... issues with our efforts to protect you and your personnel?" the soldier said without a flinch of regreat or even respect for the count.

*****

Cecilia, New Brittonia
The next day, 10:25am local time

The Interim Government was quick to act, and a brief message of receival and approval was sent immediately. The next day the two delegates - military men in civilian garb - were on Cecilia airport, stepping down from a plane that had carried them here. They had had to make a long round to find a plane here: most of the airfields in Northern Rangeria were either closed or turned into impromptu military airfields...

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsinki


"I have no complaints about the security you have provided, colonel", Lieb said diplomatically. "Indeed, I am most grateful. However, my government has given me explicit orders to evacuate our embassy as soon as possible. They have expressed concerns that the current...situation... in Northern Rangeria could be a danger to Zaheranian citizens residing in the country. So, I must ask you to help us evacuate the fifty-two people currently residing on embassy grounds. The embassy staff will return once the situation has stabilised".

Consulate of New Chalcedon, Oulo.
The Consulate appeared to have escaped from the fighting untouched - obviously, the rebels were not particuarly interested in attacking foreign embassies.

As the man approached the consulate gate, it opened, to reveal a rather thin, nervous-looking man, who appeared to have never seen anything more violent than a fistfight - and was regretting being here, now, in hte middle of a civil war.

"Greetings, and welcome to the Consulate of New Chalcedon. Are you here on behalf of Prince Michael Halasar?" The man's voice betrayed his extreme nervousness.

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The Embassy of New Chalcedon
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

Alexios received the news stoically.

"Oh well, put the incomplete copy into the Blue hiding-place, and then we'll get going. Don't forget - I want those forged IDs to be absolutely flawless. We must get old Aalthone out."

Five minutes later....

Alexios Doukas appeared at the gate to the Imperial embassy, which opened at his approach.

He stepped outside with just the two honour guards, and started walking down the street towards the Neo-Ixanian Embassy. He hoped to catch the military detachment before it left - better to get this unpleasant task done with quickly.

It had not been expected in the minds of any of the Ixanians to see the men of New Chalcedon marching towards them and, as a result of this perplexing but eerie sight, some of them were a bit nervous but Sergei decided to stand down for now. Besides, if the Chalcedonians did anything, he could arrange for their immediate disposal or at least a good rout. His wife told his daughter to hide the CD before they both ran to stand with their husband and father. The security guards armed themselves before the faint silhouettes of soldiers and an ambassador could be seen by the Chalcedonians. "Men of New Chalcedon, do you require anything from the Ixanian Embassy?"

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki

The colonel frowned at the count's words. "Sir, I understand your concern, but currently such evacuation is not possible. The royalists have still to realize their defeat, and they are fighting to the last man. Misinformed fools", he chuckled as he stepped aside. "But please, step inside. We will talk more in my office", he said, swiping his hand towards the front door of the Ruhtinalyne Palace. To think that only a few days ago the Prince had hosted the Empress of Neo-Ixania within this same palace...Lieb himself had taken part in many of the festivities here, the Empress's reception being the latest.

*****

Consulate of New Chalcedon,
Oulo

The darkhaired man's brow lifted quickly with an expression of surprise, and without a word he quickly strove inside. Without a hint of decorum he simply closed the gates behind him, the thin man still hanging on them.

"Is this your first time in a war-faring country, sir?" he asked in a suddenly calm voice, his grey eyes piercing the New Chalcedonian like two javelins of ice. "Asking something like that openly would easily get us both killed, if there were still some rebel bastard around."

OOC: Miserable baords. I'm having to double-poast, and I hate that.

The Consulate of New Chalcedon,
Oulo.

The thin man let go the gate as the Rangerian started closing it, and instead began wringing his hands with such force that the Rangerian winced in sympathy for the bones.

"W-well, in a word, yes! I'm just an economist and trade attache. I help corporations file legal challenges and applications. I don't get involved in politics! I hate politics!" The last was in a near-wail. Clearly, this particular New Chalcedonian was one of a rare breed - with no taste for politics or danger. Most New Chalcedonians were renowned for their devil-may-care attitude towards battle - after they had carefully fixed the odds in their favour.

"Anyway, how do I know that you really are affiliated with the Halasars?"

Embassy of Neo-Ixania
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

As Ambassdor Doukas approached the Embassy, he noted the Ixanian preparations, and his lips twisted.

So, it's true that trust is the first casualty of any war. Ah well, too bad.

"Sergei, surely you know me. I'm not here to kill you all, I want to know what you think of all....this." Doukas' hand waved around at the last part of the sentence, indicating the war-torn city.

"Can I come in? You really should let me in, you know." His voice was sly, hinting at secrets. Status normal there - New Chalcedonians enjoyed keeping secrets. But this one sounded interesting...

Embassy of Neo-Ixania
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

As Ambassdor Doukas approached the Embassy, he noted the Ixanian preparations, and his lips twisted.

So, it's true that trust is the first casualty of any war. Ah well, too bad.

"Sergei, surely you know me. I'm not here to kill you all, I want to know what you think of all....this." Doukas' hand waved around at the last part of the sentence, indicating the war-torn city.

"Can I come in? You really should let me in, you know." His voice was sly, hinting at secrets. Status normal there - New Chalcedonians enjoyed keeping secrets. But this one sounded interesting...

Sergei nodded his head and ordered the guards to stand down; so as not to greet the Chalcedonian with a bunch of guns pointing at his head. Sergei stepped forward solemnly and listened to Doukas talk before he sent the guards into the embassy so they could keep an eye on his wife and daughter.

"Doukas, I must say that it is interesting to see you. The guards only had their guns up because they were following orders; we have to make sure we don't leave ourselves exposed. I personally think that this whole war between royalists and republicans has made things here rather....dreary. Anywho, feel free to come in."

Sergei allowed Doukas to come into the embassy; taking the time to introduce his wife and daughter before he got down to business. "We recieved a CD from an old man in the service of Mikhail's advisor, Savajev. Would you like to see it? Have you recieved anything from the Royalists?"

The Consulate of New Chalcedon,
Oulo

The darkhaired man only nodded. Whereas the consule seemed more out-of-place among his people, this man could easily be mistaken for a Chalcedonian by action: besides just about forcing his way inside, he had air of danger about him. Like a great cat, majestic yet dangerous.

"God has a way of making things difficult for us, consule. After all, how do we know we are alive if it does not hang from a thread once in a while?" he answered with a wicked smile.

"As for my credentials... I trust this will be enough?" he then asked, putting his hand in his jacket pocket. From there, he produced a small medal: a blood-red stone, cut into the shape of an elongated tear, boardered by a thin filigré line of gold. Such a symbol was well-known among diplomats: this was the symbol of Ordo Cruoris Sanguinis, the Order of the Blood Tear. To be made a Knight of the Tear was a great honour among Northern Rangerians, but this medal bore none of the ornamentation and pomp associated with such medals: no golden wings or crossed blades, no chain or wreath by which to hang it on one's neck. The highest order of the Tears, whose membership was secret, bore no such decorations on their medals... and in the Principality, they had been the Royal Family's staunchest supporters for over five-hundred years.

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki

"And it would not be possible to declare a temporary ceasefire?", Lieb asked carefully, stepping throught the door into the palace. "I am sure my government could put some pressure on the rebels to respect a cease of the hostilities. It doesn't need to be very long, say, half a day at the most. It could give you some credit in the international community and the support of other democratic states. Think about it, colonel. You have little to lose and much to win."

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki

"And it would not be possible to declare a temporary ceasefire?", Lieb asked carefully, stepping throught the door into the palace. "I am sure my government could put some pressure on the rebels to respect a cease of the hostilities. It doesn't need to be very long, say, half a day at the most. It could give you some credit in the international community and the support of other democratic states. Think about it, colonel. You have little to lose and much to win."

"I wish I had the luxury of such optimism, sir", Colonel Valeo answered as he lead the count through the corridors of the old palace. Many of the walls bore marks of gunfire, blood and explosions, but they were quickly being cleaned up - along with painting, vases and other ornamentals that had been there during the Prince's reign. "Ultimately it is the decision of President Aho, and he is quite... adamant about ridding the Republic of any royalist threat that might remain. And as things are now, with fighting still going on in the city and the royalists forming a powerbase in the north, a thought of cease-fire is... hard to fathom. But I will speak on your behalf on the matter."

OOC: Maybe the boards will post it this time....

Consulate of New Chalcedon,
Oulo.

"I-I suppose so. Please, come in."

After they had entered the modest building, the Chalcedonian consul pulled out - slowly, so as not to alarm the Rangerian - a sheet of paper, and handed it to him.

"Here. Take it. Take it and go - I want no part of this war!"

The consul turned and left the room.

(The paper contains the instructions that Ambassador Doukas alluded to - how to find the "document".)

Embassy of Neo-Ixania
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

"Certainly, I would like to see it, Sergei. I'm sure that you realise that the Emperor will not take this news lightly - in fact, I'm about to go to the Palace and deliver a rather blistering denunciation of the rebels."

"What's Neo-Ixania's stand on this issue?"

Doukas had a cagey look on his face, unwilling to give anything away.

Consulate of New Chalcedon,
Oulo

The Rangerian frowned at the expressed cowardice of the New Chalcedonian, but said nothing. After a quick glance at the paper he folded it in and tucked it in his sleeve.

"Very well, then. But let me assure you, consul... You have had it easy so far. Things are just heating up. If you are worried for your wellbeing, I advise that you seek permission to be replaced from your superiors. Until then, I will come by periodically with news from His Majesty."

With that, the man bowed quite courteously, turned on his heels and walked towards the door. No nonsense lot, these Rangerians...

Embassy of Neo-Ixania
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

"Certainly, I would like to see it, Sergei. I'm sure that you realise that the Emperor will not take this news lightly - in fact, I'm about to go to the Palace and deliver a rather blistering denunciation of the rebels."

"What's Neo-Ixania's stand on this issue?"

Doukas had a cagey look on his face, unwilling to give anything away.

Sergei handed the CD over to Doukas before responding to his question. "The Ixanian Empire would most likely be neutral on this issue though I do not know for certain if Her Majesty, the Empress, will declare Ixanian neutrality in the situation. I am sure that Ixanians would sympathize with the Royalists but some may sympathize with the rebels if the rebel complaints are proven to be true rather than exaggerated lies; I am not saying that they are liars though."

Sergei nodded his head. "Is there anything you would like from the Ixanian Embassy, Doukas?"

"I wish I had the luxury of such optimism, sir", Colonel Valeo answered as he lead the count through the corridors of the old palace. Many of the walls bore marks of gunfire, blood and explosions, but they were quickly being cleaned up - along with painting, vases and other ornamentals that had been there during the Prince's reign. "Ultimately it is the decision of President Aho, and he is quite... adamant about ridding the Republic of any royalist threat that might remain. And as things are now, with fighting still going on in the city and the royalists forming a powerbase in the north, a thought of cease-fire is... hard to fathom. But I will speak on your behalf on the matter."

"Showing willingness to negotiate will not harm your cause in any way, colonel. Think of the civilians, too. A ceasefire would not exactly harm your relation to them either. A refusal to negotiate, however..."

He sighed.

"Do not take this as a threat or insult, colonel, but there are those in my country that view you as less favorable than the royalists. The noble houses holds great power in Zaheran. As in all other countries, there are "hawks" and there are "doves". Since this conflict started, radical nobles have been demanding an intervention on the side of the royalists. As long as the bloodshed continues, their support will be growing. A ceasefire, even a short one, will increase the support of the "doves". I advice you to step carefully, colonel, because there are many monarchies out there that are looking for the slightest excuse to give the royalists support".

"Showing willingness to negotiate will not harm your cause in any way, colonel. Think of the civilians, too. A ceasefire would not exactly harm your relation to them either. A refusal to negotiate, however..."

He sighed.

"Do not take this as a threat or insult, colonel, but there are those in my country that view you as less favorable than the royalists. The noble houses holds great power in Zaheran. As in all other countries, there are "hawks" and there are "doves". Since this conflict started, radical nobles have been demanding an intervention on the side of the royalists. As long as the bloodshed continues, their support will be growing. A ceasefire, even a short one, will increase the support of the "doves". I advice you to step carefully, colonel, because there are many monarchies out there that are looking for the slightest excuse to give the royalists support".

Colonel Valeo frowned deeply, his brow furrowing even more as Count Lieb kept talking.

"I trust you will inform your noble houses of the situation, then? I will talk to President Aho as I promised, but the notion of a ceasefire is..."

"Eversti!", a sudden yell echoed in the hallway as a pale-looking rebel soldier ran to the colonel. The young man quickly sputtered out a whole flurry of Rangerian, the colonel's brow furrowing even more as they spoke.

Finally the colonel dismissed the soldier and turned to look at the count. "It would seem that that Mikhail Halsar, His former Majesty, has stepped out of his hiding place", he said with no small amount of venom in his voice. "You are welcome to stay and see what he has to say: his partisans have managed to break into our signal."

With that, colonel Valeo opened the door to one of the officer's rooms in the palace, and flicked open the TV...

*****

On several channels:

The usual programming - now mainly news and re-runs of old shows - suddenly began to distort and grow grainy, until the screen blinked black for a moment.

Then, a new vista, of a white-washed wall with the flag of Northern Rangeria hanging behind it. In front of the camera, apparently on live feed, was a chair and a desk. There was slight shifting off-camera, and then a fatigue-clad officer sat down by the table. This man, however, was no ordinary officer: though he wore the same fatigues as any Northern Rangerian soldier in active duty, his face and mannerisms were distinct and well-known. His grey eyes, once filled with mirth, were now thoughtful and resolute. His lips bore none of their usual smile. And instead of the lively gait of a young man he now showed the stern pride of a soldier... of a monarch.

Somewhere, His Majesty Mikhail IV Halsar, the deposed Prince of Northern Rangeria, now sat in front of the camera for the first time since the revolution had begun.

"My fellow Northern Rangerians", he began, looking at the camera. "We face a great peril this day. The greatest our country has known since the turmoil of the War of Independence. Today, we face the ghosts of that past, trying to masquerade as freedom-fighters, their cause mocking the very democracy they so avidly declare.

"For eight years, ever since my eighteenth birthday, I have been your Prince, your representative in all levels of government, your servant in making Northern Rangeria great once more. I will not list what I have done, for their results should speak for themselves. Northern Rangeria is prosperous, yet humble. Strong, yet patient. Ever since 1983, we, the people of Northern Rangeria, have elected our own representatives whose wisdom and counsel are what I have listened to - but to whom the usurper Aho showed nothing but scorn during his time as Governor-General. You have seen noble blood among you, and seen many who have been given such status for their deeds and merits. Not for me, not for the government, no... Deeds and merits for us all, the people of Northern Rangeria.

"I speak to all of you today, from the humblest farmer, office and factory worker to the greatest magnate and lord: fight for what you know is right. Fight for the Principality, our mother who nurtured us and to whose embrace we finally return. Whether through force of arms, protest or refusal of co-operation, fight the men who claim to bring you democracy, yet arrest without cause the representatives you elected and convict in kangaroo courts anyone who refuses to believe their lies.

"To you, soldiers of the Principality, I tell you this: I will not sit by and send you to fight for me. As you see me, so I am. I am one of you, fighting beside you. I am with you, every step of the way back to the land we so loved, free of usurpers and dictators, whether foreign or domestic.

"To you, soldiers lead by the rebel commanders, I tell you this: If you have seen what I have seen, if you have heard what I have heard, join us. If you have seen your commanders break the laws they claim to be upholding, desert them or free them of their duties. If you have heard the rattle of firing squads, leave the men who commanded them. With the support of my Ministers, I offer clemency and a full pardon to any soldier not guilty of war crimes: Join us, and you will be embraced as brothers once more.

"To President Nils Aho, I give you ---is ---rning: I ---"

The signal broke abruptly, showing a "Technical Difficulties" sign.

Embassy of Neo-Ixania,
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

"Sergei, can you get a few secure files from my Embassy out? As I said, His Majesty is denouncing the rebels in this message, and I'm worried about the embassy's files if the rebels confiscate them. Could you guarantee their swift conveyance to the Chalcedonian ambassador at Tzargrad?"

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki


The count smiled scornfully. "It seems to me that your control of the country is not as firm as it appears to be, colonel. Maybe it's time to start worrying. Prince Michael is a determined young man, it seems."

Embassy of Neo-Ixania,
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

"Sergei, can you get a few secure files from my Embassy out? As I said, His Majesty is denouncing the rebels in this message, and I'm worried about the embassy's files if the rebels confiscate them. Could you guarantee their swift conveyance to the Chalcedonian ambassador at Tzargrad?"

"I am sure that such measures can be taken but I do not know how long it will take for them to reach the ambassador in Tzargrad; I would hope that you would help me get the fiels out from your embassy and help me send them to my nation's capital."

Sergei nodded his head. "I never expected any of this to happen......but I suppose we have to deal with it."

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki


The count smiled scornfully. "It seems to me that your control of the country is not as firm as it appears to be, colonel. Maybe it's time to start worrying. Prince Michael is a determined young man, it seems."

The colonel's back almost snapped as he turned to meet the Zaherani nobleman's face. For a split second he looked like he was going to pull out his sidearm from its holster and empty its clip in this dignitary - but at least for now he managed to withhold such possible urges.

"A relic of the past", the colonel scoffed, though the pomp and confidence in his voice seemed to have suffered a blow from the suddenly strict message of the Prince. The monarch had practically told the interim government's troops to rebel against them for a promise of clemency. "His words are just that: Words. And nothing more. He doesn't have the manpower to back them up."

The colonel straightened his jacket with a swift tug, straightening up to meet Loeb face-to-face, eye-to-eye. "Besides, I am sure that by now our communications officers are pinpointing his current location, thanks to that petty little show."

Embassy of Neo-Ixania
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

Alexios looked vastly relieved at the Ixanian's promise.

"Here are the data I want you to get to Tzargrad. And here are the sealed instructions for Ambassador Diogenes."

"I won't forget the help you've given me today, Sergei." Alexios' expression was wistful.

"I need to go now, Sergei. I'll see you after the crisis ends, yes? And take you and your family to dinner on me?"

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki

Ambassador Alexios Doukas walked calmly towards the gates of the rebel-held Palace.

Upon being stopped by the guards, he calmly stated "I am Alexios Doukas, Ambassador from New Chalcedon. I must see Mr. Aho, extremely urgently. I have an official communication from my head of state for Mr. Aho."

Ruhtinalyne Palace,
Halsanki

Another malicious smile. "Whatever you say, colonel. But I would advice you to not underestimate that particular young man. Doing so might cost you dear, I'm afraid." He looked at his watch. "It is time for me to return. I will wait twenty-four hours for an answer about the evacuation. Then I will request a private meeting with Mr. Aho. The current situation is, as you might understand, of great concern for me and my government."

Ruhtinalyne Palace

"In that case, ambassador", the colonel almost growled, clearly aggravated about the insolence of this particular nobleman. One of the perks of diplomatic immunity showed its benefit once again. "I wish you good day. I will give your... thoughtful message to President Aho."

With that, the colonel called for a soldier to escort Count Lieb out of the premises and back to his embassy. It was then that he learnt of another ambassador that had arrived. The New Chalcedonian... Doukas. He frowned deeply, feeling his ulcer beginning to burn with irritation. Still, he got up and walked outside to meet this new pest.

"Ambassador Doukas", he greeted the New Chalcedonian, though his irritation with the Zaherani ambassador was still evident in his voice. "I am colonel Valeo. I understand you have requested an appointment with the President...?"

Embassy of Neo-Ixania
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

Alexios looked vastly relieved at the Ixanian's promise.

"Here are the data I want you to get to Tzargrad. And here are the sealed instructions for Ambassador Diogenes."

"I won't forget the help you've given me today, Sergei." Alexios' expression was wistful.

"I need to go now, Sergei. I'll see you after the crisis ends, yes? And take you and your family to dinner on me?"

"I shall do my best to get the data to Tzargrad, Ambassador, and I thank you in advance for the gift of a dinner with you." Several minutes after Alexios left the embassy, Sergei had the information given to him wired to Diogenes back in Tzargrad. The instructions were all sent swiftly to the Chalcedonian embassy and hopefully everything would go well without any problems. When the information was sent, Sergei ordered his men to maintain their positions; he looked out the window and sighed..saddened that such a nice and charming nation could go to the dogs like this.

"I shall do my best to get the data to Tzargrad, Ambassador, and I thank you in advance for the gift of a dinner with you." Several minutes after Alexios left the embassy, Sergei had the information given to him wired to Diogenes back in Tzargrad. The instructions were all sent swiftly to the Chalcedonian embassy and hopefully everything would go well without any problems. When the information was sent, Sergei ordered his men to maintain their positions; he looked out the window and sighed..saddened that such a nice and charming nation could go to the dogs like this.

OOC: Unfortunately, what Alexios gave Sergei was a certain datastick. Given that NC's crypto-fiends haven't gotten into it, it's unlikely that NI's could all that quickly, either. Alexios was actually asking after the possibility of couriering the item to Tzargrad. If the answer is no, he would have returned to his Embassy to implement his backup plan (hiding it among the Embassy documents, as discussed with his loyal secretary).

Ruhtilnalyne Palace,
Halsanki

Ambassador Doukas nodded, unsmilingly if politely.

"Yes, Colonel, I do wish to speak with Mr. Aho. I have an official statement to deliver, as is my duty to my nation." As he left, he passed a discreet signal to his guards, who left the Palace to return to the Embassy. As soon as they could, they would contact the Embassy with the Ambassador's instructions

Upon being escorted to "President" Aho's presence, he inclined his head, and stated clearly: "Mr. Aho, my Emperor bids me deliver this message to you. Copies are being circulated from the Imperial Foreign Office, as it is an open communication."

He calmly waited for the Rangerian's reaction, though he knew that this would likely result in his death or capture.

OOC: The instructions the guards will relay is to signal Constantinopolis Secundus to release the communication to other nations' capitals. But Aho gets to see it first - by about five minutes.

Nils Arvid Aho, the President of the Republic of Northern Rangeria and the interim leader of the nation now that the parliament had been disbanded, was certainly not by his appearance a man that could have been expected to stage a military coup. If anything, he looked quite ordinary, a man in his early sixties, a double chin forming under a once-proud jawline, his brown hair a tad too well-combed and -cared for to look completely natural. And now, in the chambers that had been Prince Mikhail's private office, he looked even more out of place among stately furniture and empty spaces where file cabinets and statues had once stood.

The President's eyes turned cold as he read the message, his hands crumpling the paper more and more with each passing line.

"I see", he spoke as he looked at ambassador Doukas again. "It is a pity that your... Emperor does not see the necessity in our glorious revolution. Pity indeed. And the sheer animosity in this letter. One might even assume he is threatening to get involved in a sovereign nation's internal affairs."

As the President spoke, colonel Valeo and two of the guards were slowly moving in place behind the ambassador. "Very well. If your Emperor wishes to withdraw his embassy, I will grant him his request. The Imperial Embassy is no longer New Chalcedonian soil. Valeo..."

At his beckoning, the colonel pulled out his gun. "Alexios Doukas, please follow me. You are under the custody of the Republican Armed Forces until such a time when we have reached confirmation that you have not been in contact with royalist forces."

Meanwhile, in front of the New Chalcedonian embassy, orders were being barked and chains tied to the iron gate of the embassy. With a swift yank from a military jeep the gates were pulled down, and a detachment of rebel soldiers ran through the open passage, towards the embassy. Clearly diplomatic immunity meant little for them now.

"Citizens of New Chalcedon, this is Captain Karhu of the Republican Armed Forces! This is a search and seizure of all royalist material and personnel from the embassy. Remain calm and co-operate, and no harm will come to you!" one of the officers was yelling through a megaphone as the troops advanced towards the front door.

Inside, the Northern Rangerian refugees were more and more anxious, save for Duke Aalthone who was still unconscious. Luckily one of them had been cautious, and had shaved the Duke, removing the pale-grey beard and giving him a buzzcut, thus diminishing the similarity between this wounded 'New Chalcedonian' and the Minister of the Exterior.

OOC: Unfortunately, what Alexios gave Sergei was a certain datastick. Given that NC's crypto-fiends haven't gotten into it, it's unlikely that NI's could all that quickly, either. Alexios was actually asking after the possibility of couriering the item to Tzargrad. If the answer is no, he would have returned to his Embassy to implement his backup plan (hiding it among the Embassy documents, as discussed with his loyal secretary).

OOC: Ah. Sorry for the mixup there, NC. I'll edit my post to reflect that; I'll have Sergei try to get the item couriered to Tzargrad but I am assuming that the Republicans most likely will inspect any mail that gets out from Halsanki; for obvious reasons of course.

Embassy of New Chalcedon
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

Leo was not caught unawares - he had expected something along these lines since Ambassador Doukas had shown him the statement, and the communications room was quick to inform the capital that the embassy had been attacked by the rebel forces.

Other than that, there was no overt resistance - the odds being clearly suicidal - and the New Chalcedonians trusted the disguises given to the refugees to hide them from inspection, espcially given the thoroughness of equipping each refugee with "their own" personal articles of New Chalcedonian make and culture.

Hopefully, with all these extra people (most of them clearly New Chalcedonians taken refuge in the Embassy), the rebels would not notice one missing person, who had stealthily departed the Embassy some twenty minutes earlier, courtesy of Leo's discreet modification of the Ambassador's plans - the missing person carried another copy of the datastick, and was under orders to get himself out of rebel-held territory as soon as possible, to the city of Oulo. Aside from the (carefully concealed) datastick, he held a flawless set of Northern Rangerian papers identifying himself as Pieter Moular, of Oulo, a merchant factor. "Moular" had been visiting business associates in Halsanki when the chaos broke out, and had decided to try to get back home as soon as possible. As "Moular" was a moderately wealthy businessman, no-one would think it strange that he carried (hidden) the equivalent of about USD 15,000 on his person in Northern Rangerian currency.

(OOC: Yes, plots within plots - the fatal flaw in NewChalcedonians is that they rarely read from the same page, even when working to the same ends. Of course, that can occasionally be a benefit, like now.)

Free City of Constantinople, Council Chambers

The Imperial ambassador to the Free City looked over at Pieter Halasar, with some sympathy.

"Pieter, I'd advise you to take yourself straight to the Imperial capital at C.S. The Council may well decide to hand you over, as a way of making a statement about noninterference in internal affairs. But the Empire has decided to side with the Royalists, so you sahould be safe there, whatever else happens."

Constantinople Secundus, Lasarkis Manor.

"They've done what?" Lasarkis' voice was incredulous.

"Attacked our embassy, sir. Apparently, Aho took exception to the Imperial communication."

"Indeed. On my authority, mobilise the Northern Fleet, as well as the First Air Corps and the Varangian Guard. I will get His Majesty to confirm these orders as soon as possible." What a time for the damnfool boy to take a vacation. Oh well, you work with the cards you are dealt...

He then looked at the Rangerian ambassador seated opposite.

"Mr. Silander, the Empire of New Chalcedon will aid Prince Michael in any way we can, up to and including military intervention. Have you any way we can raise the Prince, to co-ordinate?"

"One last thing, Ambassador. Can you think of anyone who would be bankrolling this so-called "popular revolt"? A popular revolt neither needs, nor, typically, receives, ten-to-one advantages in firepower and main battle tanks."

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The rebels were quite thorough in ransacking the embassy building. Files were spread on tables for a quick look before being carried away, computers, datasticks, CD-ROMs, even old-fashioned floppy discs were all confiscated and carried away, the New Chalcedonians held at gun point to make sure they would not try anything funny.

Still, as Leo looked on, he could see some of the soldiers looking at each other and their surroundings in a way that really didn't give the impression of a monarchist-hating, militant democrats as many of the officers seemed to be. Were they merely following orders as a soldier should, or had the Prince's broadcast, hacked into most national TV and radio signals, struck a blow against the rebel moral?

Nonetheless, the rebels packed every scrap of paper and every possible means of communication away. They even went so far as to roughly search every person present for cellphones, communicators and Blueberries and smashed each piece with the handle of an assault rifle or the quick stomp of a combat boot.

"Now, who's in charge here?" the officer with the bullhorn spoke. He certainly lived up to his name Karhu, 'Bear', for he was easily 6'3'' and built like a lighthouse.

*****

Somewhere on Route 16

"Pieter Moular" would have little difficulty leaving the city, as many of the Halsanki population were already opting out to leave. Cars, lorries, even bicycles and wheelbarrows jampacked with furniture and property were an omnipresent sight as people chose to leave the 'Republicanized' capital. The flood gates had been opened, and the Republican troops could barely catch one out of a hundred and pull them at the roadside for search, while the caravan of people and vehicles pushed on.

Suddenly Moular heard someone knocking at his car window. A soldier, a female one at that, and built like Northern Rangerians seemed to be: tall and blonde.

"Hey buddy", she called out, stopping the snail-speed vehicle. "Let's see your papers. Where're ya headed?" she asked, looking back at some of the other soldiers. She looked... hesitant.

(OOC: Remind me never to play poker with them, then ;) )

*****

Free City of Constantinople

Pieter Halsar, the Prince's cousin on his father's side, nodded sternly as he listened to the Imperial ambassador.

"I doubt it would come to that, ambassador. But it's true, there's very little I can do in here except issue statements. And that could endanger the integrity of the International City as a neutral party. Very well, I will go to Constantinopolis Secundus. My bags are already packed."

The stout man stood up and sighed. "Please give my appologies to Councilman Notaras. I hope to reclaim my seat soon again, and then we can all have a drink."

*****

Silander looked exceptionally calm now. Maybe it was his background as a soldier before entering politics, or perhaps the good news that Prince Mikhail was not only alive but already regrouping royalist forces for a counter-attack. The promise of clemency was a nice touch, probably making more than a few Republican soldiers consider changing sides or deserting.

"Secretary Lasarkis. As you might have guessed, official channels to and from Northern Rangeria are now either broken or under rebel control. So officially there is very little I can do. Sub rosa, unofficially, of course... there might be a way."

As he said that, he pulled out a map from his suitcase and spread it on the table. It was a map of Northern Rangeria, marked with red and blue dots - red mostly in the south, blue mostly in the north - with a line drawn between them, cutting the country roughly in half. "I have gathered this map from messages and reports I managed to get from my colleagues in the Defense Forces. As you can see, the rebels have managed to take up many of the southern and central cities. Halsanki, Turka, Piro, Tamberg... while in the north they have been mostly repelled. Most importantly, the Prince himself was in Northlands when the crisis erupted, so the rebels failed to catch him when it would have been most crucial.

"I still have some communication channels open to the bases in the North. I will look around and see if I can reach His Majesty. I believe the news of New Chalcedonian support will be most welcome to him."

For a moment Silander fell silent, pondering the last question. "The crux of the matter is, Mr Secretary, that I do not believe this to be a popular uprising. A military coup masquerading as one, instead. I know Aho, and if anything he is an eloquent speaker and a propagandist. He knows which ropes to pull in people's hearts and minds. His proclamations of 'democracy' are meant to dissuade foreign intervention and also to cast doubt on the people's mind about His Majesty. I trust you know the expression 'A lie repeated often enough becomes the truth'? Aho has seized practically all broadcast systems in his territory, and that gives him the power to repeat his lies as often as he sees fit."

Silander chuckled silently. "However, his fault is that he doesn't think like a Northern Rangerian in terms of military power. As you may know, our country is mostly rugged terrain. Forests, lakes, rivers, marshland, even tundra in the north. Not the kind of terrain where a large battle tank will be useful. And as far as I know, many of the Jaeger and anti-tank companies pulled out of the garrisons, into the wilderness and suburbs. They will prove to be a good thorn on Aho's side, I'm sure. And most importantly, none of the Black Pikes faltered."

*****

Throughout the day and following night...

The swift victory that the rebel leaders had hoped within the first twenty-four hours proved to be a goal they could not reach. As the hours passed, more and more reports of uprisings in the south and lost stations in the north were coming in. Even in Halsanki proper, the students of the University were demonstrating against the uprising, and tear gas had been used to disband them. Still, they always came back. The events of the 1960s were recurring as many students 'took over' buildings on Veritas Avenue. They were unarmed, so even the soldiers hesitated to go against them.

In the North, first counter-attacks were made. Bombing raids at Vasha, a major harbour town located just at the border of Republican/Royalist territories, had destroyed the Republican positions there and allowed for evacuation of civilian population - as well as the return of royalist ships of the Navy. Oulo and Rovanie were secured, and fighter planes and bombers from the Northlands regained air superiority over Royalist territory.

To: Ambassador Diogenes of the Empire of New Chalcedon (in Tzargrad)
From: Ambassador Sergei Kalinin of the Ixanian Empire (in Northern Rangeria)

I am sure that you have been enlightened about the current situation in the Principality of Northern Rangeria and that your nation's government has been trying to protect the citizens which have ventured into the now wartorn land. I have been given a certain datastick by Mr. Doukas, the Chalcedonian Ambassador to Northern Rangeria and he has requested that it be sent to you. Enclosed, therefore, in this message is the said datastick. Hopefully it shall serve its purpose and hopefully this message will not fall into the wrong hands. Hopefully, my friend, Northern Rangeria can regain the peace it has lost.

Signed,
S. Kalinin

OOC: You can treat this either as an E-Mail or a message in the style of "snail mail", NC.

The Embassy of New Chalcedon
#4 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

Leo stood forward.

"In the abscence of Ambassador Doukas, I am in charge of the Embassy. My name is Leonidas Tzatzatzes. What is the cause for this violation of diplomatic immunity?" His voice was stern, but not particularly incredulous or angry - it's not as if this was a surprise, after all.

As the Northern Rangerian was about to answer, a slight sound of sizzling came from the end of the room, where two soldiers had found a safe.

"That sounds like the self-destruct for the secure safe - a standard precaution in all Imperial embassies, I'm sure you understand. Oh, the bother of replacing all that data - it will take months and months, and some of it is probably lost permanently."

In the wreckage of the safe, one item stood out - a melted silver datastick, of Northern Rangerian make and design.

(OOC1: See why he's called Leo? OOC2: It's just a furphy - a garden-variety datastick, with absolutely no secure data on it. Like you said, don't play poker with a New Chalcedonian.)

Route 16,
Northern Rangeria

"Pieter Moular" willingly stopped the car. In a perfect Northlands accent, he said: "Pieter Moular, wholesale merchant. Here are my papers. I just want to get back home, out of this mess. Is something wrong, soldier?" His voice invited her to share a confidence.

The papers appeared to be about 9-10 months old, and perfectly, innocuously in order.

Emperor Basil II Memorial Airport
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon.

Ambassador - no, Lord, now - Halasar's flight touched down at the main airport serving the Imperial capital. No grown-up market-town, this - the immense city had been set up in precise detail, with plenty of room allowed for growth and change. Everywhere the eyes turned, beauty abounded. The city's many arcologies towered dozens of stories above the ground, yet somehow didn't lose even a bit of humanity. Greenery was everywhere, even in the airport terminal, to the extent that it almost obscured the fresh-faced young woman holding up a card reading "HALASAR" in Imperial script. She approached the Rangerian lord - he fit the description she was given - and timidly asked "Are you Lord Halasar, sir? My name is Maria, and I have been told to take you to Lasarkis Manor. Secretary Lasarkis would like to speak with you."

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Tzargrad

"The daily mail, Ambassador Diogenes."

"Thank you, Marta. Anything with priority?"

"Yes, Ambassador. This package from Halsanki - oddly enough, it's not from our embassy, but Neo-Ixania's."

"Well, then - I'd best take a peek. I wonder if it's interesting." With these fateful words, the Ambassador opened the package sent on by Sergei Kalinin at Halsanki.

"Marta!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Get me a line to Lasarkis in the capital. I've got something he wants very, very much. And then call our courier firm - I have a package that I'll want delivered ASAP."

(OOC: I treated it as a snail-mail that got out - the rebels are bound to let a few things slip past, now and then, and Ixania hasn't declared either way. They'd be leery of interrupting communications, for fear of provoking Anastasia.)

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus

"Excuse me, Ambassador. I have a priority call." Andras Lasarkis politely interrupted Ambassador Silander's exposition of the rebels' military weaknesses, and then picked up the headset of the telephone.

"You said what?! You're sure you have the original datastick? Just wait a moment - I'll put you on speaker-phone. Now, please repeat that last."

Ambassador Diogenes' voice came tinnily through the connection: "Ambassador Doukas received, early yesterday morning, a certain datastick from the hand of Duke Stepani Aalthone. Aalthone is now disguised as an Imperial citizen within the Embassy, and if the Embassy is expelled, he should be safe by then. Ambassador Doukas sent the stick to me, via the Ixanian Embassy in Halsanki - he approached Ambassador Kalinin as a personal favour, shortly before he was arrested by the rebels. Apparently, Aalthone's last words on the subject were that it must get to the Prince, but I don't know where he is. Also, I am busily using the Embassy's discretionary funding for the purpose of sending civilian aid shipments to the Royalist-held areas, so that civilians don't suffer."

"Your instructions, sir?"

Lasarkis looked at Silander.

"Well, what do we do now, Ambassador? I believe that we have some property that belongs to your Prince: it would be less than courteous to not return it to him."

The Embassy of New Chalcedon
Halsanki

Captain Karhu huffed a little at Leo's words. "And I'm Cpt. Karhu. And as for your... 'diplomatic immunity'... we received word that your emperor has recalled his embassy from the Republic. So you are foreign nationals on Northern Rangerian soil as far as I'm concerned", he answered with no small amount of venom in his voice.

Of the contents of the safe, he was clearly angered seeing so much data destroyed. But the melted datastick caught his attention, and he grabbed the piece by its still-smoking melted plastic loop. "Where did you get this? Who gave this to you?" he demanded angrily, his eyes turning back to Tzatzatzes.

*****

Somewhere on Route 16

"Oulo, eh?" the soldier said with a slight frown on her brow. "You've got quite the drive ahead of you. That's almost eight-hundred clicks, and I doubt it will be smooth sailing all the way."

She handed the papers back to the New Chalcedonian, and quickly looked towards a group of soldiers, currently doing a search on a pulled-over truck. Apparently this had caught quite a lot of attention as the driver was yelling angrily at the sergeant in command.

Without a word the female soldier ran to the shotgun seat side and suddenly came inside. She sat down, aiming her gun at Moular. "Drive", she hissed between clenched teeth, looking worriedly at the soldiers. "Start driving, or they'll shoot us both."

*****

Emperor Basil II Memorial Airport
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon

Lord Pieter Halsar had apparently chosen to travel incognito, since instead of fur-trimmed jackets, uniform-like formal gear or even a tailor-made suit, he was wearing a worn jacket and trousers. Certainly he did not look the part of a nobleman at this point.

"Yes, I am Pieter Halsar", he said, deciding against correcting the misspelling and -pronunciation of his family name that seemed to be omnipresent among New Chalcedonians. Must be because of their language, he had once mused before decising to let the matter go.

He looked at his greeter from head to heel, his grey eyes locking with hers as if to see if this woman was trustworthy. There was something about the way these people looked a person straight in the eye, as if they passed whatever words were spoken and went to the truth in the eyes. "Very well, then", he finally said, turning his eyes away and picking up his suitcases from the conveyor belt. "Lead on, ma'am."

*****

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus

"St Gid's teeth", Silander had muttered under his breath as he listened to ambassador Diogenes's report. Afterwards he fell silent for a moment, tapping his fingers against the handrest.

"Ambassador Diogenes", he spoke suddenly and then offered a polite nod to Secretary Lasarkis, as if apologizing for talking to the ambassador directly. "Do you have any reliable person in your employ whom you could spare to 'oversee' these aid shipments? Someone who could be trusted to carry a package with him and protect with his life?"

"Is Her Majesty pleased?"

It had been the lunch hour in the Ixanian Empire and Empress Anastasia had been partaking in the lunch prepared for her by her personal five star chef whose cooking she had always loved ever since he was hired by her father to serve in the Imperial Court. Grey clouds were over the city and released a bearable torrent of snow upon the ground. Anastasia, ever so fond of the winter, often looked out the window in a sense of delight. "Her Majesty is certainly pleased." Anastasia said calmly before eating her food which was only halted by the appearance of Ivan Rucinsky at the door. Bowing politely, Ivan spoke in a solemn tone. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I must speak to you concerning the Rangerian crisis."

Anastasia smiled. "Take your seat at the table, Ivan. I am sure that the chef here may make you something while we discuss the issue." As the chef ran back to the kitchen, Ivan began speaking. "Apparently we have heard that the Chalcedonian ambassador to Rangeria has been arrested by the Republicans. Some of my colleagues are strictly advocating neutrality in this affair. As for the Prince, I believe that he has recently exhorted Rangerians to fight the rebels but I do not know how much support such an exhortation has recieved."

"What do you think should be done, Ivan?" Anastasia said calmly. "Do you believe we should intervene to assist the crushing of the rebellion or turn to God and pray that Rangeria's salvation from the Republican heresy be bestowed upon them?" Ivan sighed. "I suppose I would advocate neutrality, Your Majesty. I do not believe that we should intervene in this conflict but we should, at least, do everything we can to save Mr. Kalinin and the others. Speaking of Mr. Kalinin, he has sent us a message concerning the sending of a datastick to the Chalcedonian ambassador to Ixania. I fear, Your Majesty, that we shall get involved in this more so than we desire."

Anastasia sighed before she began to speak. "It is not my desire to get too involved in the chaos of foreigners nor is it my desire to send Ixanians to their deaths for the sake of a foreign cause alien to them. Ivan, please issue, in my name, a declaration."

"What shall I have it say, Your Majesty?" Ivan said before he rose from his seat; noticing Anastasia had walked to the window and was calmly watching the snow fall. "Have it say: That it is Her Majesty's Will that although the Ixanian Empire will not get involved in this crisis.....that Sergei Kalinin, his wife and daughter, and all people in the embassy must return to Ixania. I will not have their blood on my hands. Ivan, please notify the Chalcedonians of my decision as well. Tell them that I would appreciate their assistance in the securing of Sergei's safety and that of the others as well. It would be a shame to lose Nataliya...she has been a good friend of mine."

"And what of the conflict between the Hegemony and the Corporate Alliance, Your Majesty? Although the conflict seems to have been on pause for quite some time, I wonder if you have any thoughts that you wish to be made known concerning that issue." Anastasia sighed. "All things in due time, Ivan. Now, go and let them heed the call of Her Majesty. Also, if Mikhail is exiled from Rangeria, then know I will allow him to stay here."

Ivan bowed while wondering about having Mikhail in Ixania. "I will do as thou wilt, Your Majesty." After Ivan left the room, Anastasia stared at the snow falling from the clouds while her mind was contemplating the issues. Being an Empress was a bit stressful but she wanted nothing more or less than what was best for Ixania. She had already made up her mind concerning the Rangerian crisis. Ixania would be neutral in that; but as for the Hegemony's crusade against the heathens of the Corporate Alliance....she did not know what to do. A part of her wanted nothing to do with it but the other part felt that she should take up arms with Lord Sumguy. Perhaps, she thought, it was a mistake to join the Hegemony. No, she thought, don't be so negative.

Official Declaration of the Empress of Ixania, Anastasia the Second, Concerning the Northern Rangerian Crisis

The crisis in Northern Rangeria has provoked us to desire the reinstatement of peace and good will in the land which I recently visited to my pleasure and delight in the company of the honorable Prince Mikhail who, sadly, I have not heard from since the tour. It has been my decision, under much consideration and contemplation, that the Ixanian Empire give neither funding nor support to the Royalists nor to the Republicans but that, perhaps if it is possible, that support and aid be given to the citizens. If it is possible, Ixania may be able to send medical aid workers and food shipments to the citizens who need them. As for the case of our dear Mr. Kalinin, I would request that the Republican government led by Mr. Aho allow our nation's ambassador and those with him to return home to Ixania and that relations between our two factions remain cordial at best. My dream is not of a Royalist nor Republican Rangeria but a free and peaceful Rangeria in which all citizens, regardless of age, gender and religion, may live in peace and under the wing of prosperity. I pray that Heaven shall bestow such a blessing.

Signed,
Anastasia II,
Empress of Ixania,
Grand Duchess of Hanslow,
Protectress of the Lupine Tribes,
etc.

OOC: Ixania is hereby officially neutral but may provide help to citizens regardless of affliation at least.

--- Official Declaration of President Nils Aho and the Democratic Interim Government of the Republic of Northern Rangeria ---

In Response to the Declaration of Her Majesty Anastasia the Second of Neo-Ixania

On behalf of the Interim Government, we gladly accept the friendship and trust of our Neo-Ixanian friends. It is our heartfelt hope that other nations of the world will soon see the reasonable demands of our Government, as well as that we may prove our good will to our friends in Neo-Ixania.

On the matter of civilian aid, we the Interim Government gladly accept such help and civility. However, as the war against Royalist reactionaries is still on-going, we can only guarantee the safety of such aid that is distributed under Republican supervision. Nonetheless, we will not interfere with shipments going to Royalist side, should Her Majesty's government be willing to risk such an endeavour.

As for the matter of ambassador Kalinin and his staff and family, we will do our best to guarantee their safety and timely departure from Halsanki, if you so wish. It would be a great show of trust, however, if the embassy be allowed to remain in Halsanki so we may better co-ordinate the distribution of aid within our sovereign territory.

We hope that other nations will follow Her Majesty's gracious example and not fall for Royalist propaganda and lies.

Signed, in friendship,

Nils Aho
President of the Republic of Northern Rangeria

Embassy of New Chalcedon
#10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

"Hmm...let me think. I seem to recall one of the Rangerian gardeners sneaking in to see the Ambassador just after all of this started, but I'm afraid that I don't know any more. As you can appreciate, I've been exceedingly busy of late, and have little attention for anything but my duties."

"Also, I take exception to your characterisation of hte situation. Even when war has been declared - which it has not, yet - embassy staff are customarily granted 24 hours to get out safely."

Route 16, Northern Rangeria

"Moular" looked at the gun, looked at the woman's face, and started driving - innocuously, neither too slow nor too fast.

"Mind aiming that thing elsewhere, miss? My nerves are quite frayed enough as is. So, where are we heading?"

Emperor Basil II Memorial Airport
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon

"This way, please, sir." The young woman led Lord Halsar (OOC: yes, it is a mis-spelling and mispronunciation due to lingustic differences) to a waiting passenger sedan.

They got into the sedan and started towards Lasarkis Manor.

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus

Ambassador Diogenes sounded confident.

"I know just the woman. No-one will believe that she's anything but a globetrotter, gadding around as a tourist. The stick will be in your possession within 12 hours, Ambassador. I would take it as a courtesy if you would let us have some of the data, though.

During this, Lasarkis received a printout and skimmed it.

"The devil! They've invaded the Embassy in Halsanki, and Neo-Ixania has declared neutrality."

"Ambassador Diogenes, I have a job for you......"

Imperial Palace of Neo-Ixania,
Tzargrad.

The Empress received a message from her secretary.

"Majesty, Ambassador Diogenes of New Chalcedon seeks audience."

Imperial Palace of Neo-Ixania,
Tzargrad.

The Empress received a message from her secretary.

"Majesty, Ambassador Diogenes of New Chalcedon seeks audience."

Ivan Rucinsky brought the message to the Empress who, at the time, had been calmly listening to the gossip of her friends about the members of the Imperial Court. Anastasia did not care much for their gossip although she did have a great time just spending time with the multitude of friends she had made over the years. After sending the giggling court ladies away, Anastasia listened to Ivan before she simply said: "Tell Diogenes to come here quickly; I'll give him an audience. I know what he wants to discuss."

OOC: NC, you can just send Diogenes over.

Ambassador Diogenes entered the room.

"Majesty, I have received news that Neo-Ixania has proclaimed neutrality regarding Northern Rangeria. Given that Nils Aho is, at best, a mass-murderer, might I ask why?"

Ambassador Diogenes entered the room.

"Majesty, I have received news that Neo-Ixania has proclaimed neutrality regarding Northern Rangeria. Given that Nils Aho is, at best, a mass-murderer, might I ask why?"

"We see no need to sacrifice Ixanian souls at the moment, Ambassador, even though that might seem to be cruel and horrid to you. We have, however, begun plans to send aid to the citizens, regardless of affliation. Can I assume that you wish for Ixania to fight against Nils Aho?"

Neo Ixania
Imperial Palace, Tzargrad.

Can I assume that you wish for Ixania to fight against Nils Aho?"

Ambassador Doukas nodded gravely as Anastasia summed-up the purpose of his visit.

"Indeed, Majesty, you can. It can be viewed as the right thing to do for several reasons. First, the underlying concept of humanitarianism obliges such nations as consider themselves humanitarian to at least consider the costs of allowing a mass-murderer and war criminal - for so he behaved during their War of Independance - to remain in power.

Second, Aho was, by all reports, detested by the populace last time around. His rule will not last forever this time, either, and dragging it out by refusing to support the rightful Government will simply increase the misery and suffering endured by the Northern Rangerian people.

Third, Aho has violated diplomatic immunity. Earlier today, his soldiers entered the Imperial Embassy in Halsanki against the will of the occupants. His blatant disregard for international law indicates that he will be a poor neighbour, which is a factor that Neo-Ixania would be wise to bear in mind.

Fourth, I have no doubt that you have been informed about a certain datastick. The person who delivered it to Ambassador Doukas would not have gone to such lengths if nothing other than dinner-date records were stored on the stick. Bluntly, I firmly believe that incriminating evidence will be on that stick when it is decoded.

Fifth, Aho is clearly receiving support from an outside power, as indicated by the masses of heavy armour available for his use. My Emperor is of the opinion that another nation turning Northern Rangeria into a puppet-state is certainly not in our interests, and I submit to you that it is not in yours, either.

Ultimately, Majesty, you are partially correct: Neo-Ixania's interests are not directly threatened - yet. However, if Aho is permitted to consolidate his grip on power, it is highly unlikely that Neo-Ixania will benefit. Given the choice, I rather believe that Michael Halasar will prove to be a far better neighbour."

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The captain barked a few commands to his men in Rangerian, and a handful of them headed towards the garden double-time.

"Twenty-four hours, eh?" he then snorted. "Too late to cry over spilt milk, I'd say. Now, I want to know exactly what was on that stick. And don't give me any crap about not knowing. If you would sooner have it destroyed than fall to our hands, you were bloody well in the know what was on it."

*****

Route 16, Northern Rangeria

"Not until we're past the guards", the soldier snapped back, her eyes suddenly feral and angry. Her gloved hand tightened on the handle of the gun. "Just keep driving."

The train of cars slowly made its way past the sentries. There were too many to be stopped, and mostly the soldiers seemed to occupy themselves with larger trucks, not smaller cars. The car slowly with Moular and the soldier made its way past them, and the female soldier seemed to relax a little, lifting her finger from the trigger. "You going to Oulo?"

*****

Lord Pieter Halsar said very little as he sat next to the woman who had only introduced herself as Maria. He looked calmly around himself, letting his eyes rest at the scenery of Constantinopolis Secundus. For a man whose country was going through a civil war, he looked exceptionally calm and collected - a trait that many Northern Rangerians seemed to possess. They all acted quite cold and distant at first, but once you started to know them they showed the warm, heartful friendship that resided within that calm exterior.

*****

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus

Ambassador Silander nodded. "Once I have the stick, I'll see what can be done with it. Most likely there was something on that stick that the Minister did not want to end up in the hands of the rebels. We have our own secrets to keep as well."

He grinned slightly, but got up as he heard Lasarkis bark at Diogenes. "If you wish to talk sub rosa..."

Embassy of New Chalcedon,
10 Apinakassa Street, Halsanki.

"As to what was on the stick, you will have to ask the Ambassador - by standard Imperial policy, only high-ranking officials deal with what are presumed to be sensitive political documents. Given your reaction, I presume it was indeed highly sensitive and important, but I don't know that for certain."

"Also, it is my bet that even the Ambassador doesn't know - he received the stick, and then put it straight in the safe, to keep it secure for later study. We have been a little busy around here lately, you know....."

Leo was enjoying the situation hugely, although he concealed it carefully - best not to provoke these scary so-and-sos...

Route 16, Northern Rangeria

"Right you are. No point attracting notice..."

As the car cleared the field of vision of the distracted blockade, Moular thought that he'd best include a sizeable bonus to the truck-driver's next quarterly "investment dividend".

"So, miss, what's up? And, yes, I am planning to get to Oulo ASAP."

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus

"No need, Ambassador Silander. Nothing secret about these instructions. But I suppose that the best course of action is to let both yourself and Lord Halasar rest until the stick arrives in the morning."

Lasarkis proceeded to give a detailed set of instructions to Ambassador Diogenes, instructing him to reason with Anastasia in seeing that Ixania's interests were affected by the rebellion.

After he had finished - it took only a few minutes - Lasarkis got out of his chair to welcome the man who had lately been the Rangerian abassador to Constantinople.

"Lord Halasar, a pleasure. Please, consider yourself an honoured guest here at Lasarkis Manor. I have arranged for Ambassador Silander to brief you in the morning. Until then, please take the time to rest, and consider what advice you can give us in helping against this rebellion."

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Captain Karhu, on the other hand, was clearly not enjoying the situation. For him it seemed that the New Chalcedonian was mocking him in front of his men, and the captain's hand was restless on the handle of his sidearm.

"Don't play games with me, pencil-pusher", he snarled at Leo, his eyes speaking of a barely-contained desire to pistol-whip the smirk from the New Chalcedonian's face. "You will come with us. We have a few questions for you before the President decides what to do with you lot."

*****

Route 16, driving north
Northern Rangeria

The traffic was still congested, but as there were exits for other highways, Moular found some space to maneuver and even pick up speed. It was as if the refugees from Halsanki were spreading out, trying to get out of cities. It was understandable, of course: if the rumours and hear-say were true and the loyalists were amassing in the north, republican-controlled cities could face dire times.

"You have a long way to drive, then. Hope you have some idea how we're gonna get past the front", the young woman muttered as she took of her composite helmet, stashing it on the floor. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up onto a bun at the back of his head, some sweaty strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. "Why are you going all the way to Oulo, anyway? You on the run from Aho or something?"

*****

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"I gather that the Empire will be activately taking part in the conflict, then?" Pieter Halsar asked straight-up, no beating around the bush. He took off his jacket and walked to the secretary, offering his hand.

The cousin of Prince Mikhail IV was a strange bird: short and stocky, he looked most of his countrymen with his neck leaning back. In ages past, someone would have said he was malformed with his stocky body and thick limbs. Some might even say it today, but the gaze that looked from the pair of bluish-grey eyes was not that of a man pitying himself. No, the gaze was steady and intelligent, that of a man of keen but calm intellect. Physically he had turned his appearance into an asset. He had garnered himself a reputation as an athlete in Constantinople, a regular in sporting centres lifting weights and taking part of wrestling. Brute strength paired with intellect... an imposing combination indeed.

"I thank you for your hospitality, mister Secretary. But I took a catnap on the plane. So when you have a moment, I would like to discuss with you and ambassador Silander."


*****

Tzargrad
Neo-Ixania

So far the rebellion had not reached the embassies of the Principality in foreign countries. Granted, the breakdown of communication with Halsanki and the threat of the republicans hacking into sensitive files was always a threat that needed to be assessed. In Tzargrad, the local embassy had already done everything they could to safeguard their information. The internet connections were cut when all sensitive data was copied and stored on separate computers, the passwords were changed and new security measures were put in place.

Private laptops were still in use, however, and from there a single message was printed and delivered to the Imperial Palace, addressed to Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Anastasia II.

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Leo smiled amiably.

"Certainly, I will go with you. Lead the way, Captain."

Route 16, driving north
Northern Rangeria

Moular smiled.

"Oh, ye of li'l faith. Did I not get past your little blockade? I have fuel aplenty to reach Oulo - one of the little features of this vehicle. Not to mention several concealed firearms, and of course my wits. And as to why I'm heading north, I believe that I asked first."

His levity seemed ill-suited to his Rangerian appearance.

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lasarkis shook the hand of the short Rangerian firmly, without any attempt at juvenile displays of dominace by hand-crushing.

"Certainly, we are planning to co-ordinate military operations with the Royalists. In point of fact, His Majesty is about to return from Roma V, and he will be bringing back three Roman military officers, whose purpose will be to aid co-ordination. You see, Roma V will also be aiding the Royalists. If you wish us to speak with Ambassadro Silander, I will of course oblige."

The old man put in a call to the Northern Rangerian Embassy, stating that Lord Halasar wished to speak with Ambassador Silander at Lasarkis Manor.

Ambassador Doukas nodded gravely as Anastasia summed-up the purpose of his visit.

"Indeed, Majesty, you can. It can be viewed as the right thing to do for several reasons. First, the underlying concept of humanitarianism obliges such nations as consider themselves humanitarian to at least consider the costs of allowing a mass-murderer and war criminal - for so he behaved during their War of Independance - to remain in power.

"I believe I may have heard about the infamous past of Nils Aho before; but do not think that Ixania will blindly throw itself into the fire to save another nation. There are so many nations with dictators in the world; I suppose, therefore, that New Chalcedon would not mind deposing them too. After all, why stop with just one?"

Second, Aho was, by all reports, detested by the populace last time around. His rule will not last forever this time, either, and dragging it out by refusing to support the rightful Government will simply increase the misery and suffering endured by the Northern Rangerian people.

"Then would not the people themselves rise up to revolt? I believe that it would be best to persuade Aho to reform himself before any military action is taken. Some people can be reformed through words rather than swords."

Third, Aho has violated diplomatic immunity. Earlier today, his soldiers entered the Imperial Embassy in Halsanki against the will of the occupants. His blatant disregard for international law indicates that he will be a poor neighbour, which is a factor that Neo-Ixania would be wise to bear in mind.

"I am sure that we can convince him not to commit such acts in the future for fear that his nation's embassies would suffer the same fate. An eye for an eye, an embassy for an embassy."

Fourth, I have no doubt that you have been informed about a certain datastick. The person who delivered it to Ambassador Doukas would not have gone to such lengths if nothing other than dinner-date records were stored on the stick. Bluntly, I firmly believe that incriminating evidence will be on that stick when it is decoded.

"I have heard of that data-stick and my government is willing to read any information found in it. To be honest, I am saddened by this change of events in Rangeria but war must be a last resort."

Fifth, Aho is clearly receiving support from an outside power, as indicated by the masses of heavy armour available for his use. My Emperor is of the opinion that another nation turning Northern Rangeria into a puppet-state is certainly not in our interests, and I submit to you that it is not in yours, either.

"Is it not possible that he merely has heavy armor from sympathetic elements in the Rangerian Army?"

Ultimately, Majesty, you are partially correct: Neo-Ixania's interests are not directly threatened - yet. However, if Aho is permitted to consolidate his grip on power, it is highly unlikely that Neo-Ixania will benefit. Given the choice, I rather believe that Michael Halasar will prove to be a far better neighbour."

"Michael Halasar is, indeed, an honorable man but I am afraid that I cannot bear to send soldiers into his beloved nation unless all peaceful means are exhausted. Peace, my friend, is what I believe in. To me, war should only be used as a last resort."

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The captain just nodded his head back, telling Leo to go first. A pair of soldiers stepped on either side of the New Chalcedonian, as if he was a prisoner to be escorted.

Maybe he was just that, if the behaviour of these republicans so far had been any indication of their appreciation for diplomatic immunity.

One of the masked Northern Rangerians cast a worried glance at the employee next to him. He didn't like this at all... Not with what he had heard and seen over the past twenty-four hours...

*****

Route 16, driving north
Northern Rangeria

The female soldier frowned deeply, but said nothing at the overly-flamboyant style of her travel companion.

"Right", she grumbled, clutching the assault rifle in his hands. "Just so we're both on the level: Don't try anything funny with either the car or these guns of yours. I ain't in the mood for no horse-shit."

She fell silent again, looking outside. The suburbs had turned into small, solitary houses among fields and forests. Tanks and trucks were making their way northwards, and in the horizon rose two columns of black smoke.

"I'll get off when it's safe or when we reach Oulo. Whichever happens first", she added the last phrase with a marking glare. She was clearly wound-up tightly. And why wouldn't she be? First off, she was a rebel. And now she had gone AWOL...

*****

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"That is indeed good news, Mister Secretary", Lord Halsar said with a sense of relief in his voice. "I don't know the exact situation at the moment, but I believe my cousin will be greatly appreciative of any help - military or otherwise - we can receive.

"I should warn you, however... The sooner the population knows you are fighting for the Royalist cause, the better. Northern Rangerians are a proud folk, and the idea of a foreign army - even a friendly one - on Principality soil is something of an anathema for national pride. If possible, a joint operation would be most beneficial both tactically and ideologically."

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Leo marched ahead, for all the world as if he was a noble under escort, rather than a barely-disguised prisoner. If what they see is desperate oppressors, it will strengthen their resolve. If they see in us a nobility lacking in their own leadership, their resolve will suffer. Leo's thoughts had gone past expecting survival - he didn't expect to live, and was focussed upon getting the best deal he could for his nation in exchange for his life.

Route 16, driving north
Northern Rangeria

"So, why are you heading north?" Clearly, "Moular" wanted to know his passenger's motives, and was uninterested in hints to stay silent.

"Because, quite simply, if you're a rebel agent, you can kill me, but you can't make me help you." He stated these words with absolute confidence - he had a hidden handgun up his sleeve, in a quick-draw holster.

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"I'll go you one better, Lord Halsar." Unlike most New Chalcedonians, Andras Lasarkis did not suffer the telltale mispronunciation of the royal family's name.

"His Majesty is due back shortly, from the international trip which he is cutting short, and he will prepare an official statement. However, we must establish viable channels of communication with Prince Michael."

Neo Ixania
Imperial Palace, Tzargrad.

"Majesty, I will take your points in order, if I may. First,while dictatorships generally are abhorrent, New Chalcedon's interests are directly threatened ni this case - as Neo-Ixania's are indirectly threatened. This group of people explicitly holds the view that monarchies are there to be seen, not heard. As my own Emperor does, you exceed this definition by quite some distance. How long until there is covert aid going to establish a rebellion or coup in Neo-Ixania?"

"Second, it is far less bloody to swiftly put Aho down, than it is to leave it to a long, blood-soaked and drawn-out civil war and rebellion."

"Third, that is small comfort to Ambassador Doukas. Whether you act or no, the Empire of New Chalcedon must take appropriate retaliation for this insult."

"Fourth, we will advise that Neo-Ixania be permitted access to the data, but that is the decision of the Royalists, whose property the stick is."

"Fifth, New Chalcedon respectfully disagrees with your assessment of the situation. This revolt was well-planned and executed, but it was executed with only limited knowledge of the Northern Rangerian people - else Michael Halasar would now be a wanted fugitive, rather than the commander-in-chief of Royalist forces, and in control of half the country."

"Majesty, I have delivered the message I was tasked to deliver. I do not belive - as I did not believe when I received my orders - that your mind can be so easily changed on this issue, and I respect that, as does my government. With your permission, Majesty, may I withdraw?"

Emperor Basil II Memorial Airport
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon

The passenger aircraft with the all-important (if highly unobtrusive) datastick was on final approach to the airport, where it would be met by a heavily-armed security detachment of the Varangian Guard.

On their own soil, the New Chalcedonians rarely felt the need for subtlety, although the orders for this security detail had been cut at the last moment, in order to avoid tipping-off any spies as to any special flights.

Embassy of New Chalcedon
10 Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Leo was silently marched out of the building and onto the street. A large military truck was parked in the vicinity, and Leo could see that republican soldiers were pushing and shoving others inside as well. Civilians, by their clothing. Young men, some protesting, others trying to plead their innocence to whatever crime these soldiers were arresting them for.

"Get in", Cpt. Karhu snarled and nodded to the truck.

Meanwhile, inside the embassy the New Chalcedonians were locked in the infirmary under armed guard. All they could do now was wait...

Route 16, driving north
Northern Rangeria

"Do I bloody look like I'm on some mission?" the soldier snapped, her eyes looking at Moular with all the radiant anger of a woman scorned. "I'm sorry, did the dagger slip under my cape or something? I'm trying to get out of rebel territory before my name pops up as a wanted woman."

She sat there, looking at Moular with those piercing eyes. She had the bearing of a country girl, holding the assault rifle as she would a hunting rifle, staring Moular down like he was a wood grouse she had on the grain. "I'll decide what to do then... when we're in the north", she continued. "Just... keep driving, okay?"

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"I believe that can be organized, Mister Secretary", Lord Pieter Halsar said calmly. "I will confer with ambassador Silander, and see what our joint efforts can create. As you probably know, they've had to cut almost all lines of communication with Halsanki to avoid any sensitive data to end up in rebel hands."

The stout man shifted a little in his chair, apparently thinking something. "Also... if you have any agents in Northern Rangeria besides those who work in the embassy and consulate, it would be beneficial if we coordinate our efforts with them as well", he said, with a sly smile rising on his lips. "I mean no offence, Mister Secretary... But I would not be horribly wrong to assume you had some... clandestine operatives in my country as well?"

Bump. post in 36 hours.

Day Two of the Uprising

Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The quick and painless victory for the newly-fashioned Republic had become a fool's dream. With half of the country under Royalist control and the population starting to rumble under "the new management", the situation in Halsanki was growing more dangerous with every passing hour.

In the Veritas Avenue, the student demonstrations and protests were becoming more stringent with the presence of Republican troops and tanks blocking their passage. Angry shouts and thrown glass bottles filled the air, some protesters calling the troops cowards or communists while waving pictures of Tiananmen Square or other such events where student activity was limited by government troops. This could very well end in violence, as both the troops and the students were digging in, building barricades and defenses. So far the republicans had the upper hand when it came to firepower, but to use it...? That seemed to be a tough call for the commanding officers.

The situation was no less difficult elsewhere in the capital. Many had fled the city, taking with them all they could carry. Others had started hoarding food and supplies, locking themselves in their homes. The once-vibrant capital was now almost a ghost town, with flyers and spray tags demanding the release of political prisoners or otherwise voicing support for Prince Mikhail. Such indirect pressure was also taking its toll on the republican morale: many went AWOL, most of them taking their weapons and equipment with them. One captain was horrified to see that even two of his tanks had gone missing, leaving only empty spots where they had once stood.

In matters of government, Nils Aho seemed to become more desperate, demanding a swift trial for some of the captured members of the royal family, including Queen-Mother Leila who had been captured in the National Gallery where she worked as a curator. He had also demanded the bulldozing of several monuments portraying princes of the past, but so far these efforts had been executed stallingly and with little success. For instance, when a team of sappers was tying chains to the statue of the Scholar Prince Eshau IX, the founder of Halsanki University, they were met with the anger of the mob, practically ran over before they could get their weapons. Their return had been a thorough humiliation: beaten and stripped to their birthday suits they were made to scurry back to their commanders tied up in the chains they had bound around the statue.

The initial shock was wearing thin. And with that, the republicans noted they were facing a new enemy: the people themselves.

"Majesty, I will take your points in order, if I may. First,while dictatorships generally are abhorrent, New Chalcedon's interests are directly threatened ni this case - as Neo-Ixania's are indirectly threatened. This group of people explicitly holds the view that monarchies are there to be seen, not heard. As my own Emperor does, you exceed this definition by quite some distance. How long until there is covert aid going to establish a rebellion or coup in Neo-Ixania?"

"It is possible that Mr. Aho may try to orchestrate a rebellion in Ixania but I am sure that we would be able to discover such a plot before it even goes into fruition....and I thought that monarchies, to Mr. Aho, were not to be seen or heard but rather dead."

"Second, it is far less bloody to swiftly put Aho down, than it is to leave it to a long, blood-soaked and drawn-out civil war and rebellion."

"How do you propose swiftly putting him down? Will you just end up hiring men to assassinate him?"

"Third, that is small comfort to Ambassador Doukas. Whether you act or no, the Empire of New Chalcedon must take appropriate retaliation for this insult."

"I have no reason to stop New Chalcedon for doing so."

"Fourth, we will advise that Neo-Ixania be permitted access to the data, but that is the decision of the Royalists, whose property the stick is."

"Understandable."

"Fifth, New Chalcedon respectfully disagrees with your assessment of the situation. This revolt was well-planned and executed, but it was executed with only limited knowledge of the Northern Rangerian people - else Michael Halasar would now be a wanted fugitive, rather than the commander-in-chief of Royalist forces, and in control of half the country."

"I have heard about that. Obviously revolts need to be well planned and executed if they are to work on such a level, Ambassador."

"Majesty, I have delivered the message I was tasked to deliver. I do not belive - as I did not believe when I received my orders - that your mind can be so easily changed on this issue, and I respect that, as does my government. With your permission, Majesty, may I withdraw?"

"You may withdraw but please do not tell your government nor His Majesty that the Ixanian nation will support any moves to eliminate Aho just yet. We will still be neutral until further notice. I shall, however, see to it that if any changes are made that you shall know about them."

Ruhtilayne Palace,
Halsanki

Leo had taken his rather forced march like a champion - no doubt he had impressed at least a few people with his sangfroid about the whole matter.

But then again, New Chalcedonians were used to the reversals of politics. As Leo was escorted into the Palace, he caught sight of Ambassador Doukas. He wondered what story the Ambassador was spinning for the rebels, and knew that his best contribution would be to remain silent.

Route 16, heading north
Northern Rangeria

Moular looked at the young woman riding in his car, and quirked his mouth.

"OK, I'll bite. Just who are you, that your name should appear on wanted posters in rebel-held territory? I doubt they'd bother for a simple deserter."

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lasarkis looked discomfited at this friendly jab.

"Ah, well, I....I....I'll be honest: I didn't realise that we were this transparent. Yes, we currently have a man taking a partial copy of the stick to our consulate at Oulo - he should arrive sometime today or tomorrow. And the consular agent has made contact with a Royalist agent - an officer of some sort, of some order or another which is loyal to the royal House."

A tap sounded at the door of the study.

"Enter!"

"From Agent Marta, My Lord. All the appropriate signs have been given." The receptionist handed a closed - and oddly enough, gift-wrapped - package to the old man, and then withdrew.

Seeing Lord Halsar's glance at the wrapping paper, Lasarkis chuckled.

"What better way to hide such an item than to have it as part of a tourist's paraphernalia - a souvenir for the folks back home?"

He tore the paper, revealing a thin, silvery stick, and a handwritten note from Ambassador Diogenes.

"Mr. Secretary, here is the Ixanian souvenir I promised to give your lady wife. I know that many people will confuse it with the similar Northern Rangerian design, but don't worry - it's the genuine article.

Your servant,

Hypatis Diogenes."

"Lord Halsar, remind me sometime to give Ambassador Diogenes a pay raise. Here you go." Lasarkis handed the stick to Lord Halsar.

(OOC: Apologies for late reply, I was busier this week than I had expected)

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

Both the ambassador and his aide were to be questioned separately, and by the trickle of blood from Doukas's nose Leo could guess that these discussions would fall short from the usual atmosphere of questioning foreign delegates. Apparently these republicans were intent on finding out the truth about the datastick - and as Leo found as he received his own treatment, of the Empire's support for "royalist traitors and reactionaries".


Route 16, heading north
Northern Rangeria

The woman frowned. "Renlund. Kati Renlund... corporal", she spat out. "And that's not gonna do me any good if I get caught. The brass are getting bloody nervous, and I've seen a friend of mine get shot in the back when he was trying to make a run for it."

She put a brave face about it, Moular had to give her that. But her eyes betrayed her fear. She was scared shitless at the possibility of getting caught, her assault rifle now the only thing she could trust.


Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"You weren't, ambassador. But remember, I've had the pleasure of living in the Free City for the past months. Among New Chalcedonians", Lord Pieter explained, a wry smile rising on his lips. "It was an educated guess to assume that you would keep a close eye on friends as well."

The news of the events in Oulo made the lord frown slightly. "Order? He must mean the Blood Tears", he muttered to himself, his fingers tapping his armrest. "I think our situation became slightly brighter just by hearing that, Mr Secretary."

When the parcel arrived, Lord Pieter closed his mouth again, surveying the situation with those grey eyes of his. But when the datastick was produced, he dropped his mask of calmness momentarily with an expression of astonishment rising to his face.

"A raise? The man deserves to be knighted and bathed in gold", he said as he looked at the datastick. Swiftly he opened the laptop case he was carrying. "May I?"

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

Leo had not expected anything like this, but would not allow himself to break - or so he hoped. After approximately two hours, cracks began to appear in his facade of schadenfreude. Eventually, he let slip that the stick had been partially copied, and the copy given to an agent, with what instructions he did not know.

According to Leo, the original was with the Ambassador, and the stick in the safe was indeed a fake. (OOC: Remember, Leo knows nothing of how the original got out.)

***

Ambassador Doukas, on the other hand, was far less co-operative, and apparently made of sterner stuff than his secretary. He persisted in wisecracks far past the time when this was productive, indulging in chiding the rebels for their sloppiness in losing such critical data. Apparently ,the Ambassador knew at least a little of what was on the datastick, although he persisted in giving absolutely no information on where it was.

(OOC: It's a family trait - members of the Imperial family tend to get savagely sarcastic when seriously peeved. Mind you, on this occasion, it could get the Ambassador in serious trouble, but that's the way it is.)

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Hmmm. And the 'Wanted' posters? Don't worry, I have less than no desire to hand you over to the rebel leaders. I am planning to get in touch with a few people in Oulo anyway, if you want to help the Royalists out....."

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"Certainly, Lord Halsar. Do please enlighten us about the contents of it, if you could. Also, if there's anything particularly incriminating about the contents, it may be a good idea to let Neo-Ixania know about it. They're neutral, but don't like Aho's bunch."

Constantine XI Imperial Airport,
Blachernae Imperial Residence
New Chalcedon.

The sleek, silver airliner which started as a blip on the horizon swiftly became apparent as the full-sized luxury airliner that it really was.

As it gently winged down towards a soft landing, the Varangian Guard posted to the airfield presented arms, to receive their Emperor.

Michael Doukas-Palaiologos stepped out from the opened hatchway, followed by his usual entourage, as well as three people in the uniforms of the various Armed Forces of the Peoples' Republic of Roma V.

After acknowledging the salutes, he moved to the car waiting for him, politely motioning the three Romans to follow. The car smoothly started running, and headed towards Lasarkis Manor, which was nearby.

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

Leo's loosened tongue bought him a small reprieve in the form of taking him out of the chamber and into the former Home Guard barracks, where he was unceremoniously thrown into a holding cell to wait for... well, he didn't know what. But it was unlikely he'd be allowed to walk out of this place alive.

For ambassador Doukas, however, Leo's breaking meant a whole new world of pain as he was being interrogated by colonel Valeo and other republican officers. They demanded him to tell them everything, and tell them where the datastick had gone.

*****

Route 16
Northern Rangeria

"We'll see how that goes", Kati Renlund muttered before her eyes turned to the road. Suddenly her eyes turned big as dinner plates and she yelled "LOOK OUT!"

The road to Oulo was supposed to cross the deeply-carved River Orave, but just as the bridge connecting the two steep-walled sides of the river came to plain view, it was clear that something was wrong. The pylons supporting the brisge were bent, and the road was covered with chunks of concrete. Just then Moular could see what had happened... the road had been blown apart. So far they had managed to steer clear of troops - both royalist and republican - but the sight of the blown bridge brought the reality of war quickly to mind.


*****

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lord Halsar nodded as he started his laptop. "I will have to see what's on it first, before I can promise you any information. I doubt my cousin would take it kindly if I inadvertently revealed any confidential data", he said with a wry smile, unplugging the cover of the datastick, revealing the brass-coloured end. Slowly he placed the datastick on the computer's port and watched as the program asked for a keyword, along with a clue phrase.

"Hmm...", the lord hummed to himself before he typed in a keyword in asterisks. The computer began to hum, and from the expression on Halsar's face the secretary could read that there was definitely more on that stick than just personal diaries or the family recipe for Christmas ham.

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

After a few more hours of 'interrogation', it was clear that the Ambassador would not break by force, at least not anytime soon.

If the rebels wanted the information, they needed to find something other than pain to motivate him...and they were fast running out of time to find the datastick, assuming it was still within their reach. (OOC: duh, of course it isn't - but they don't know that yet...)

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular offered a small sigh of vexation as he noted the destroyed state of the bridge, and immediately braked the car to a halt.

"So much for thinking that this was going to be a cakewalk. I guess that it's time to pay the price for my hubris."

While he was saying this, he went to the boot of the stopped car (after taking the keys out of the ignition), and started fishing out items from it.

When Renlund saw the rope he pulled out, and the grappling hook, she realised that he inteded to cross the gorge anyway.

"Any better ideas, Corporal? I'd really rather not cross something this deep."

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

As Lord Halsar worked on the data, he barely noticed a good-looking young man enter the room.

However, Lasarkis was more observant.

"Back so soon, boy? Whatever happened to a 'six-month tour of the world', hmmm?" His disrespectful tone caused the person who had entered to change from a serious young man into a blushing boy.

"Andras, please be nice! You know why I'm back - and who is this, anyway? I don't believe we've met? By the by, this is Generale Alexander Pascano, of the Imperial Roman Army. He's here to help co-ordinate military operations between Roma V and New Chalcedon on behalf of the Royalists. His companions have chosen to go straight to the High Command, to get started."

Imperial High Command
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon.

The immense, thirty-storey-tall structure loomed over the northern tip of the city's peninsula, bristling with communications arrays, missile banks, point-defense cannnon, radar sets and all manner of weapons. Sentries marched in plain view - undoubtedly, many more were out of sight.

This was clearly the Imperial High Command building.

As Generale di corpo d'armata Massini and Colonnello Terucsano exited the car which had brought them here, the Varangian Lieutenant went ahead to inform the checkpoint that they were cleared for access to the building.

After they were whisked through the structure, they came to an office, reading only: A. Notaras, Gd Adm, H/Fl.

The guide explained to them quietly "This is the office of Admiral Andronikos Notaras, Grand Admiral of the Home Fleet. At the moment, he is also the Chiarman of the Chiefs of Staff. His office is where things get started."

As they went in, they saw the previous interviewee, a Commodore no less, exiting, visibly attempting to hold back tears. The slight-framed older man in the chiar behind the desk greeted them with "So, who are you, and what do you think of Carabizzineri contracting work?" (OOC: it's not a good firm).

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

The officer in charge of questioning barked a command at his soldiers, and Doukas was untied from the chair where he had been restrained for the past few hours. The soldiers muttered by themselves as they supported the rubber-legged, beaten New Chalcedonian and pulled him up on his feet. Like Leo, he was carried not-so-gently to the holding cells, to wait for what was to come.

When Doukas was lugged across the courtyard like a sack of potatoes, he could hear distant thunder. No... explosions. Tank fire. Something was going on in the city below...

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Seeing the man pull out such equipment made the corporal frown. Clearly there was more to this man than just what he claimed he was. Saying that he was armed, and now this...

"Well, that's a bit drastic. If memory serves, there should be another cro...", she said but suddenly stopped, her assault rifle jumping up to point in the direction of the bridge,

She stood there silent for almost a minute, her assault rifle measuring the remains of the bridge, the shore and the forest line over the moss-covered shoreline across. Only the constant, steady murmur of the cascading water broke the silence. It had been raining a lot the previous day, and River Orave ran hard and fast.

"Hmm... I could've sworn I heard something...", she muttered as she lowered her gun. "Like I was saying, there should be another crossing quite near here. Do you have a map with you, boy scout?"

Corporal Renlund grinned a little after that newly-begotten nickname, but for the first time so far she seemed to say that out of good humour and not spite.

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lord Halsar frowned when he heard Lasarkis's words and turned to look at the doorway. When he saw the Emperor standing there with the foreign officer, the stout man jumped up with surprising agility, only to offer a courtly bow.

"Your Majesty", he said calmly as he bowed, the monitor of his laptop fading into a screensaver depicting a lush summer landscape.















(OOC: Neo-Ixania, still waiting for your reaction to the missive I sent you ;) )

Tzargrad
Neo-Ixania

Private laptops were still in use, however, and from there a single message was printed and delivered to the Imperial Palace, addressed to Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Anastasia II.

OOC: Sorry for missing this.

At the time of the message's arrival at the Imperial Palace, Empress Anastasia the Second was busy playing the classic game of fetch with her pet dog, Ninotchka, who eagerly awaited his master's throws of the little baton across the field. The Empress did not seem to be worrying much about the Rangerian crisis albeit she was somewhat concerned for the fate of Prince Mikhail who she was quite fond of at the moment. As she continued to play fetch with her dog, the Empress' personal assistant, Vladimir, brought forth the Rangerian message to the Empress. Calmly, she took it into her hands and began to read.....

OOC: I'll leave it to you, Rangeria, to post what the message says.

(OOC: No harm, no foul ;) Just wanted to remind you of it, in case you had forgotten)

The message was a simple print-out on office paper. No water marks or royal seals, just a simple letter written in Times New Roman and sent as an e-mail attachment.

To Her Imperial Majesty, Anastasia II of the Empire of Neo-Ixania,

From the hand of Prince Mikhail IV of the Principality of Northern Rangeria


My dear cousin,

I pray to God that this message finds you well and healthy. It was a great personal loss for me that your time as my guest in Northern Rangeria was so brutally cut short. However, I must now put aside my own personal notions and feelings - strong as they are towards you, dear cousin - and speak to you in the function I and my forefathers have beared since Prince Halsar I.

It was with great shock that I learned of Neo-Ixania's decision to remain neutral in the matter of the unlawful coup that has taken place under the misguiding guise of democracy and freedom. While I understand that you, dear cousin, must also place aside your personal opinions and feelings so as to rule wisely for the benefit of your people and for the upholding of Leto the Great's legacy, I am obligated as my people's voice to ask that you will not allow the sweet words and promises of 'President' Aho to foll you. I was but a child when his reign as the Governor General of Northern Rangeria was brought to an end, but I remember well the assassin's bullet that slew my father and the labour camps in which many of those loyal to my family and Halsar's legacy were confined. Nils Arvid Aho may not have pressed the trigger or closed the iron gates, but it was his orders that brought great misery to my people.

I do not know how much of the events here have made it through Aho's chokehold on the media, but this I know for certain: He has begun building his regime once more. Those loyal to the Principality in Halsanki have informed me that he has even had my mother arrested as an enemy of the people. You have met her, dear cousin. Tell me, is an old woman safeguarding statues and paintings such a threat to a democratic nation that she would deserve a firing squad for it?

I urge you, dear cousin. Listen to your heart and mind, and remember what you saw when you were my guest. If Neo-Ixania remain neutral in this conflict, I will not hold it against you or the Empire. But it is my firm hope that you will come to condemn Aho and his regime as what they are: power-hungry dictators with silvered tongues and hearts as cold and dead as ice.

I have managed to send evidence of the Republic's actions in Halsanki. Our ambassador in Tzargrad, who has remained loyal to the Principality, will deliver these files to you on request. He will also work as your liaison, should you wish to contact me.

It is my sincere hope we may someday meet again under happier circumstances.



Yours most sincerely,
Mikhail

The Empress of Ixania read the message a couple of times before she decided to write her own letter to Mikhail which hopefully would reach him. She sat in her office, depressed and saddened, and looked at the bunch of reports spread out over her desk concerning the Rangerian crisis. She silently contemplated their contents until she began writing the letter to Mikhail that she had quickly created in her mind. The letter was E-mailed to a secure network in which the Prince was most likely connected and was easy to read. Anastasia signed it informally and had it sent without anyone knowing about it. The letter read:

"Mikhail,

I recieved your letter with great happiness to hear that you were alive and well since we have been close friends long before the outbreak of hostilities in Rangeria which tarnish such a beautiful nation with blood and chaos. I have to tell you that although I will condemn Nils Aho for his actions that I shall not intervene in the conflict and that no Ixanian soldier shall fight for you. This may shock you but I cannot sacrifice my people for the sake of another at the moment due to other pressing affairs. It is my hope that peace can be restored and that a sensible government may reign in Rangeria; whether under you, Aho or even a Communist. Your mother's state of affairs saddens me albeit I can understand the reason for why they would arrest her. I shall consult the Ambassador at Tzargrad to convey to me the files you mentioned. Mikhail, be strong.

Anastasia."

Anastasia then issued a quick letter to Ambassador Doukas: "Ambassador, I require one meeting with you at the Imperial Palace. Please come swiftly; I have urgent news to tell you."

OOC: I presume that you refer to the Imperial Ambassador to Tzargrad, Diogenes. Doukas is/was the Ambassador to Halsanki.

Embassy of New Chalcedon,
Tzargrad.

"Oh dear. Did I push her too far?" Ambassador Diogenes' voice was worried. But an Imperial command could not be denied, and so he set off to the Imperial Palace.

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

OOC: Your move. Not a lot that my actors can do there right now...

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Sure do, girl guide." Moular grinned back, acknowledging the hit. As they started walking, he reflected taht an ambush could kill him very easily ineed, and began to formulate plans to get the data to Oulo, anyway. The first step was to bring Cpl. Renlund aboard.

"Look, you dislike the rebels, right?"

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

The young man slid back into the manner of an Emperor.

"Rise, my Lord. This is not the time for empty formalities. Welcome to Constantinopolis Secundus."

He looked back at Lasarkis.

"Andras, report, please."

Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki

Doukas was unceremoniously thrown into one of the holding cells, a small room with white-washed walls, a bunk and a toilet. Perhaps it was his luck that the old dungeons below the castle had been long-since converted into storage rooms. At least this way the New Chalcedonian ambassador did not have to share his cell with rats. A small barred window - barely three fingers in width - gave some light, and also brought the distant thunder of explosions and tank fire from the city below.

Veritas Avenue,
Halsanki

Doukas, of course, had no way of knowing what was going on in the city. The day-long tense peace between the student protestors of Halsanki University and the republican troops had finally erupted in violence. Nobody seemed to know how all hell had broken loose. Whether it was a Molotov's coctail flung by a fire-brand protestor or some republican soldier finally breaking and firing into the crowd, no one could tell at the moment.

The harsh reality, however, was that blood was being spilled on the streets. The soldiers were firing freely, officers yelling contradictory commands. Already one MG placement and its sandbags was burning, a soldier yelling in pain as he rolled on the ground, trying to quench the flames that had erupted from the Molotov's coctail. Tanks were rumbling closer, firing warning shots in the broad avenue, aiming in the no-man's-land between protestors and the guard. To make things worse, some of the students had apparently got their hands on weaponry, and were firing from windows on the troops below. Complete and utter chaos, that's what was happening on Veritas Avenue.

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Corporal Renlund had agreed to leaving the car behind; after reading the map they had found a smaller bridge upriver, most likely used by the farmers in the past to bring their goods across to a small trade town of Honkala - now a small town losing its population to Oulo, according to Renlund. She believed they were already beyond rebel territory, so she seemed more relaxed as they followed the River Orave.

When she heard Moular's question, she looked back quizzically. "Yes, I do", she then said, his face looking somewhere between angry and ashamed. "Or... not really. Just the officers. They lied to us. Most of us... well, we believed we were going to stop a coup, not start one."

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lord Halsar nodded calmly and stood up again, his hand coming to rest on his computer. He stepped back to it again, starting to tap the keyboard standing up, waiting for Secretary Lasarkis to give his report before he'd speak again.

OOC: The stuff in Halsanki looks interesting. Unfortunately, Moular was the only Imperial agent in the city at that time, and no others are gonig there just now, what with all the violence etc. etc.

IC:

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular gave a swift, assessing look at the blond coporal beside him. Deciding to trust her, he pulled a silvery stick out of his pocket.

"This must get to the Royalists. The Consulate of New Chalcedon in Oulo has contacts with Royalist officers. The price of the lift I've offered you is this: if I die, I want you to see that this gets to Oulo as swiftly and safely as possible. And don't relax too much just yet - if the officers can lie to their troops down south, it can happen here too. I refuse to believe that the main bridge just happens to be out of commission."

Suiting actions to words, Moular waled with a pistol ready in his hand, and appeared to be slightly nervous as they hiked towards the bridge. Apparently, he had heard something out of place at the main bridge, also.

"One last thing, Coporal: If you do get to Oulo, consider telling the Royalists that stuff about the fictional coup. It could help them quite a bit."

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Conscoius for once of the formalities, Lasarkis waited until the Emperor was seated before he began.

"Majesty, these are the facts which are clear.

First: An attempted coup has taken place in Northern Rangeria.

Second: The man-in-charge is definitely Nils Aho. A file has been added to the Palace's mainframe about him, for you to peruse at your leisure.

Third: Michael Halsar is definiely alive and well, and leading a Royalist resistance.

Fourth: Judging by Lord Halsar's reaction to that little datastick there, it definitely contains interesting information.

Fifth: Duke Stapani Aalthone is currently among the Imperial citizens taken prisoner, disguised as a gardener who had had a nasty accident and was in the Embassy's infirmiray when the business started. We should try to find a way to get him out.

Sixth: Neo-Ixania is definitely remaining neutral in the entire affair."

Michael nodded slowly, as he digested the information.

"You wish to speak, Lord Halsar? Then, please, do so. I am interested in what we can do for our friends in the Royalist movement."

Embassy of New Chalcedon,
Tzargrad.

"Oh dear. Did I push her too far?" Ambassador Diogenes' voice was worried. But an Imperial command could not be denied, and so he set off to the Imperial Palace.

When Diogenes had arrived at the Imperial Palace for his meeting with the Empress of Ixania, he was escorted to her study where she swiftly told him of her plans. "The Ixanian Empire shall stay neutral in the conflict between Aho and Mikhail but shall condemn the actions of Aho but shall not support any move to depose him. The Ixanian people have already voiced their support of neutrality in surveys. I must tell you that I lean towards supporting Mikhail but I would open relations with Aho if he ends up being victorious."

OOC: Well, if you know anyone who would like to report the riots (basically a new thread in hopes of generating interest for this coup), let him know that there's a new Tiananmen just waiting to be brought into the people's living rooms during six o'clock news ;)



Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Indeed it would", a new voice suddenly broke in, corporal Renlund lifting her assault rifle to aim pass Moular's side. They had been walking down an old path up the river bank towards the bridge, and suddenly a soldier in complete camouflage had appeared from where they had just passed. He was wearing the dark greens of the forest, his face covered in camo paint.

"Put down the gun, corporal. If we wanted you dead, we would have let the sniper handle you at the bridge", the man said and made a small signal with his gloved hand. Two other soldiers appeared from the bushes, their rifles trained on the bewildered corporal and the New Chalcedonian.

"Now, we can do this in one of two ways: You put down your weapons and come with us peacefully. Or", the first man said, cocking his assault rifle. "We see who is the last man left standing. And it seems that those loyal to the Prince have an upper hand in this." The man was clearly not intimidated by Renlund's rifle pointing at his chest. He carried himself like an officer, his eyes measuring the pair.


Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lord Halsar nodded politely to the Emperor. "As you wish, Your Majesty. Secretary Lasarkis was indeed correct in saying that this datastick contains important information. It's an old trick used by the Northern Rangerian soldiers during the guerrilla war of the Occupation and the War of Independence: it was standard procedure for high-ranking officers to carry floppy disks for quickly downloading any important information before retreating. Lord Aalthone seems to have done the same. This datastick holds the security codes for accessing government files. It seems that he was able to launch a high-level encryption on government net, thus denying Aho access to some of the more critical pieces of information: missile launch codes, names and locations of the Order and of the Black Pikes... Basically, this is a keystone that he pulled out, thus leaving the Republic on a shaky basis. They'll have to check everything on paper, and trust me, running a rebellion without proper logistics is indeed a challenge."

He pulled out the datastick and looked at it. "This, I believe, is the key to victory. We must get it to His Majesty as soon as possible."

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular looked warily at the soldiers.

"Those loyal to the Prince, you say. Interesting - we are indeed in areas outside rebel control. But, how are you to prove it?"

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"Well then - can I take it that you are prepared to entrust it to us once again? I'm sure that it can be got to the Imperial consulate at Oulo, to be collected from there."

Imperial Palace,
Tzargrad.

Ambassador Diogenes looked intrigued.

"By 'support', Majesty, do you refer to the private or public kind? In short, would you be prepared to give a little behind-the-scenes support for the Royalists, support that places no Neo-Ixanian lives at risk?"

As they went in, they saw the previous interviewee, a Commodore no less, exiting, visibly attempting to hold back tears. The slight-framed older man in the chair behind the desk greeted them with "So, who are you, and what do you think of Carabizzineri contracting work?"

Generale Alexander Pascano stood at attention and saluted the man behind the desk, bringing his fisted hand to his heart. Generale di corpo d'armata Leonardo Massini and Colonnello Carlos Terucsano followed suit with the same salute. "I am Generale Alexander Pascan," he said with a thick Italian accent that was mixed into his own translation of his words in Italian to a more familiar language of New Chalcedon's people. He was tall, around 6 feet. His uniform was a light brown standard formal military uniform and it was adorned with his many patches, medals, and markings. Leonardo wore a similar uniform. Carlos's however was a black version of their own as well as a Beret instead of a dress hat that his companions wore.

"This is Generale di corpo d'armata Leonardo Massini, or Lieutenent General for short, and this is Colonnello Carlors Terucsano. They are two officers who I felt would learn and command well in the rebellion situation that is occurring in Northern Rangeria's borders." As he gestured to each one they bowed their head in respect.

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

The officer smirked. "She looks like she's gone AWOL. And you were aiding her in that. If we were rebels, you'd already be dead, hanging by your neck in the nearest tree", he said without a hint of laughter. At the same time, he reached up to his neck, tucking his collar a bit from under the ballistic vest. A small unit sign appeared from underneath, showing a stylized black spear on silver background.

Renlund gasped immediately. "Holy shit... Black Pikes. They're Black Pikes", she breathed out. Moular may have heard that name. Where the USA had Navy SEALs and the UK had the SAS, Northern Rangeria had the Black Pikes, special forces whose roots were in this people's warrior tradition. Tough, swift, deadly... and loyal.


Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lord Halsar smiled enigmatically. "I believe I can manage to send this to my cousin by myself, Your Majesty. But I thank you for the offer", he said, pocketing the datastick. "And to your aid in securing this datastick. We will not forget who our true friends are", he added, bowing then deeply.

A servant arrived at the door, announcing that the Northern Rangerian ambassador had arrived.

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular looked impressed.

"Black Pikes, hmm? Very well, I have something that you'll rather like to see."

Carefully, giving no hint of a threat, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a datastick.

"This is for His Royal Highness, compliments of Ambassador Doukas. I've been led to understand that it's not a complete copy - the Ambassador is trying some other method at getting that out. He seems to feel that sending it with a single spy through a warzone is not the safest way to get it to its destination, for some reason."

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Michael smiled graciously.

"Rather, it is we who are thankful to be of assistance to His Highness - we have not forgotten the graciousness with which he handled the dispute over what is now Arkadia."

"But your Ambassador is here. Please, consult with him as to what your best course of action should be. I hope that the Mangana Palace will be graced with your presence this evening, my Lord?"

Imperial High Command
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon.

OOC: Remember, Pascano went to Lasarkis Manor with the Emperor, Roma. His two companions went to the High Command.

The slim old man rose respectfully.

"Hmmm. Romans. I've heard a lot of good things about you. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Andronikos Notaras, Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, CO of the Home Fleet."

"I take it that you are here to co-ordinate Roma's military intervention with ours? If so, I would suggest that it be primarily limited to airborne forces and air units - it would take conventional land units and ships too long to get there this late. I have dispatched the Bulgaroknoctos and her task group, and they should arrive fairly soon off the southern coast of the nation."

"What I'm really itching for is access to Royalist airspace - I finally have two air divisions standing by to aid the Royalists, and I'm going to inform Ambassador Silander of this tomorrow."

Imperial Palace,
Tzargrad.

Ambassador Diogenes looked intrigued.

"By 'support', Majesty, do you refer to the private or public kind? In short, would you be prepared to give a little behind-the-scenes support for the Royalists, support that places no Neo-Ixanian lives at risk?"

"It is possible that we may give private support to the Royalists; but only financial support and not military support. I will, however, may not be able to support the Royalists if the Ixanian people are too opposed to it. Know that I do have much respect and the like for Mikhail and that I am wary of Aho; if he is truly a horrid man then I fear that he may reject the doctrines of proper and responsible government which I and many others stand for."

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

The officer frowned in disbelief when he heard Moular speak. He stepped closer and picked up the datastick.

"Sir, you are either the worst liar I have ever met... or you have the balls the size of an APC", he said with a wry smile as he pocketed the datastick. He then extended his hand.

"Your gun, sir. You will get it back once your story is verified", he said. Renlund had relaxed, though what Moular had just said made her look at the New Chalcedonian in a funny way. She frowned and lowered her assault rifle, giving it to one of the Black Pikes, along with her service pistol and knife.



Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lord Halsar smiled and bowed deeply, then closed his laptop. "My cousin has not forgotten either. He speaks of you most highly, Your Majesty. The passing of your father brought great sorrow to his heart", he said, bowing his head in respect for the dead.

"But", he continued, a smile rising on his lips. "I am sure His Majesty will soon see what I have seen: that the new Emperor is indeed the son of his father."

"As for Mangana Palace... I will be there. I am sure that by then Ambassador Silander will have established contact with His Majesty. He is a man of many talents", he added with a sly smile.

The slim old man rose respectfully.

"Hmmm. Romans. I've heard a lot of good things about you. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Andronikos Notaras, Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, CO of the Home Fleet."

"I take it that you are here to co-ordinate Roma's military intervention with ours? If so, I would suggest that it be primarily limited to airborne forces and air units - it would take conventional land units and ships too long to get there this late. I have dispatched the Bulgaroknoctos and her task group, and they should arrive fairly soon off the southern coast of the nation."

"What I'm really itching for is access to Royalist airspace - I finally have two air divisions standing by to aid the Royalists, and I'm going to inform Ambassador Silander of this tomorrow."

OOC:I apologize for not replying for so long i've been very busy lately and my time to post has been limited. In future cases if I don't reply please send me a telegram and i'll try to get to it ASAP.

"A pleasure to meet you, Grand Admiral Notaras. We too have heard much of your people's military and have been quite impressed", replied Generale di corpo d'armata Leonardo Massini.

"Have no worries, Grand Admiral. Roma's airforce is vast and strong. We trust in Chalcedonian ground troops to do their job on the ground. If our own soldiers are needed, however, beyond pilots the Folgore Parachute Brigade, Roma's largest paratrooper brigade, would serve the Royalist campaign well with their experience."

Massini brought his fisted hand to his heart and said, "We are ready to do our part in this battle when we have the opportunity, Grand Admiral."
Colonello Terucsano followed suit with his own salute.

(OOC: Dammit, have to do this again. Damn misplaced keystroke just at the very end ;) Anyway, here is a rough estimate of the southern seaboard where I understand the New Chalcedonian fleet is gathering).

Northern Rangeria just out into the sea, thus having a southern and a western seaboard. Western seaboard is more agricultural and less urban, while the southern seaboard houses many important urban centres, most importantly the cities of Turka and Halsanki. Population mainly clustered at river mouths or slightly in-land from the sea due to frigid conditions during winter. Shoreline mainly rocky, with wind-swept and Ice-Age-eroded granite. In the very south and more temperate areas the forest is mainly of leafy trees, such as birch or oak, while in the more wind-swept (and thus more frigid in the winter) areas pine and spruce are more dominant.

The shoreline is splintered into a wide, approximately 100km wide archipelago that follows the whole southern seaboard. Most islands are small, some little more than rocks jutting out of water, but on larger islands there are small villages of fishermen - some of which are left empty for the winter months. On larger, more fertile islands communities of up to 500 people may live all-year-round, mostly on agriculture, fishing and some tourism. Almost every household has a boat of their own, usually a rowboat or a small motor boat.

Straits between islands are quite wide but often shallow, thus making navigation difficult. Due to shipping to and from Halsanki and Turka, however, most navigable lines are clearly marked (though these markers may be under removal by Republican troops who fear an assault from Royalist navy).

Military presence (based on possible intelligence):
Ukonnie Garrison, located 20km west of Halsanki. Navy and Army base. Under Republican control. Navy-grade harbour, moderately fortified. 40% troop-deficiency due to royalist run-aways or captives.
Vetosalmi Garrison, located 50km west of Halsanki. Army base, main military base for Coastal Jaeger Brigades South. Under Republican control. In-land garrison with coastal batteries. No harbour. Main military depot in the area. 60% troop-deficiency.
Kirkomaa Garrison, small training garrison located on an island of the same name 200km east of Halsanki. Status unknown.
Fort Ulkosaar, small garrison island 80km south of Turka, 250km SW of Halsanki. Mostly obsolete, was being demolished during the coup. Under Royalist control. Notable features: an early 19th-century light-house.
Fort Isosaar, main military installation, island fortress at the mouth of Halsanki harbour. Under Republican control. Heavily fortified. 30% troop-deficiency.
Port Marie, a small town of 10,000 inhabitants on Oolant, the largest and westernmost of the archipelago islands. Impromptu military base for Royalist armed forces (formerly a demilitarized zone following WWII).
A series of coastal guns near forts and main naval routes. Possible mine-laying operations underway to create choke points and/or to deny naval entry to the continental coast.

OOC: The southern coastline should present little problem. What does the intel to which I have access tell me about the Republicans' air force?

Preliminary Imperial forces:

1*Queen Elizabeth-class aircraft carrier (Basil Bulgaroknoctos).
2*Kirov-class battlecruiser (modified) (Moesia, Illyriania)
8*Type 45-class destroyers
8*Anzac-class frigates
2*wet supply vessels
2*dry supply vessels.
8*Armidale-class patrol boats (modified to have light SAMs).
2*Wasp-class amphibious assault ships.

IC:

Imperial Palace,
Tzargrad.

Ambassador Diogenes nodded understandingly.

"I quite understand the exigencies of public opinion, Your Majesty. With your permission, I shall start setting up some very unofficial channels via the Rangerian Ambassador. I rather doubt, given your desire for privacy in this matter, that you want a figure in your government to do it."

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Certainly. I aim to please." Moular was acting in a decidedly sangfroid manner.

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"With His Majesty? What passes here?" The Emperor's voice was decidedly sharp - he disliked the feeling that people were laughing at him.

Imperial High Command
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon.

"I see, gentlemen. Here, then, is what I propose."

"First: establish communications with the Royalists, in order to co-ordinate operations and gain intel."

"Second: dispatch several Roman helicopters with your paratroopers to the two amphibious assault ships approaching the Rangerian coast. One thing that the Imperial Armed Forces lack is a dedicated paratrooper wing. The Varangians are trained in the area, as are several regular units, but we don't have units specialised in that field."

"Third: launch a co-ordinated assualt, upon several southern port towns. Any with nearby airbases or airstrips will be given higher priority, in order to make resupply easier."

"Fourth: assuming this goes well, march on Halsanki and Turka, in order to gain a pitched battle, in which the rebels, bereft of air and naval support, should hopefully be smashed."

"Opinions, gentlemen?"

The two men considered the steps of the plan. Leonardo Massini stroked his chin in thought for a few moments before finally replying.

"I agree that establishing communications with the Royalists for future operations and intel should be our first course of action. I will make a phone call to Praetorian Command and make a request for several transport Helicopters to bring the 9th Parachute Assault Regiment, our proudest unit in the Roman Legion. They're trained for special operations so they will be able to operate and sabotage the enemy quite effectively for the Ryoalist troops and your Imperial Armed Forces to move in and lay down the final stroke."

"As for the final attack on the rebel strongholds I am not sure the 9th are not suited for full on assaults. Not that they couldn't pull it off. But we can arrange to provide close air support with attack helicopters. What do you think, Grand Admiral?"

OOC: Air Forces are similarly divided, and much of the equipment has been sabotaged. Most of the Republicans' aerial forces are busy on the continent, fighting with the Royalists. However, those battle groups that turned traitor still have their own fighter and recon planes.

IC:

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Thank you, sir", the officer said as he took Moular's sidearm. He then nodded to his men, who began to escort the odd couple of Moular and Renlund down the path. The corporal had become oddly silent, and every now and then she glanced at Moular, her expression a mixture of some kind, of curiosity and irritation. The escorting three soldiers said nothing as they walked.

Arriving at another road - this one of dirt and not concrete - the soldiers continued to lead the pair on. But they weren't alone now. Every now and then a military truck or a convoy of APCs drove by, their engines roaring like monsters in the otherwise calm air, sending up clouds of dust that the Black Pikes seemed to care little of. As they walked, the small, narrow bridge came into view, with a small encampment on either end, with armed guards and machine gun placements. Apparently the Royalists were using this old bridge to send in troops to the front, now that the main bridge was out.

The officer nodded and pointed towards the bridge, and the forest on the other side...

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"Ah, my apologies if my expression was ambiguous, Your Majesty", Lord Halsar was quick to correct. "I meant that His Majesty, Prince Mikhail IV, will be pleased to hear that a worthy man is holding the throne of New Chalcedon. A man who has indeed inherited the best qualities of his father."

Just then the Northern Rangerian ambassador Silander hurried inside, holding a laptop case with him. He looked around, seeing both a member of the Royal House, the Secretary and certainly not the least, the Emperor of New Chalcedon.

"Milords", he said with a quick soldier's bow.

Route 16, Near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular walked ahead, into the forest taht the Black Pike officer had indicated. If they were against him, his goose was cooked, anyway, and if they were in favour of him, then he was safe as houses.

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"Ambassador Silander. I would ask you to tell me this: have you established communications with your Prince?" It was clear that the young Emperor would not be put off by adept verbiage, although he did not seem to be emotionally vexed or annoyed.

Imperial High Command
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon.

Admiral Lasakris made it clear that he understood where the Romans were coming from.

"What I would have of you, as your contribution, is some assistance with the initial landings - I have explained why I believe you would be better suited than ourselves - as well as some flank assistance in any pitched battles. You know, sabotage, precise maneuvering...and, of course, the close air support you have offered. You can never have too much air support."

"Also, we need to work out some way to integrate our forces, in order to prevent "friendly-fire" incidents. As I'm sure you're aware, gentlemen, Murphy's Law of Combat goes as follows: Friendly fire isn't."

(OOC: You guys have a great story running so far. Please be clear in your response if joining this thread is ok.)

Diplomatic Courier: To Mr Nils Aho, Revolutionary Leader in Northern Rangeria

The Government of West Ithilien has obtained details of your revolution would like to assist you in attaining peace within Northern Rangeria. We offer to airlift any diplomats, royalists, or foreign citizens who wish to leave Northern Rangeria as well as any dissidents that you wish to be rid of. This will give you a bargaining chip to use against those countries that use moral grounds to justify their opposition to your revolution. It would also free up some of your troops to aid you in your revolution, as fewer would be needed to guard your capital as there would be fewer troublemakers present. In return, we ask that you do not prevent anyone from accessing our services, and order your soldiers not to impede our operations.

Department of Foreign Affairs, West Ithilien
Sent on behalf of HSH The Prince of West Ithilien

Imperial Palace,
Tzargrad.

Ambassador Diogenes nodded understandingly.

"I quite understand the exigencies of public opinion, Your Majesty. With your permission, I shall start setting up some very unofficial channels via the Rangerian Ambassador. I rather doubt, given your desire for privacy in this matter, that you want a figure in your government to do it."

Anastasia smiled.

"You have my permission to start up unofficial channels via the Rangerian ambassador and hopefully Rangeria can see peace once again. Perhaps one day I will see Mikhail again but for now all we can do is hope for peace."

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular and Renlund were escorted over the bridge and into the forest on the other side. The forest was old, mainly of large spruces and pines that formed a bulwark of dark green that hid everything within it. As they stepped inside this barrier of vegetation, Moular and Renlund could see look-outs whose dugouts were masked with greenery so that they were all but invisible from the road. One of the soldiers, his face painted with camouflage, cast a curious glance in their direction before turning his eyes back to the road.

The Black Pikes spoke nothing as they kept walking, guiding Moular and Renlund through the forest floor. As they cleared a small, wooded ridge a new sight greeted them: masked from above by the heavy canopy lay an encampment of dark green tents, with trucks, APCs and even a tank masked with tarps and parked at the side of a small dirt road. Soldiers walked among the tents, or just sat under the trees, waiting. The air was thick with anticipation, and each man seemed to be ready to jump into action within a heartbeat.

It was here that corporal Renlund was escorted off, the female soldier casting a frightened glance at Moular.

"Don't worry for her", the officer suddenly spoke again. "She'll be taken to Oulo for questioning. And if she's genuine with her proclaimed loyalty, she will be treated accordingly."

The officer did not stand around to wait for an answer; he just nodded Moular to keep walking, until they came to a specific tent, placed next to a mobile communications unit. The officer nodded to Moular, leaving him in the company of two of the soldiers. He disappeared inside. For a moment Moular was by himself - though under armed guard - just waiting to see what would happen. A moment later the officer stepped outside.

"Get inside", he said and lifted the doorpiece of the tent. "The colonel wants a word with you."

Lasarkis Manor,
Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Silander might have frowned at such questioning, but the former soldier had quickly learned that he had no place to question the Emperor - it seemed that only secretary Lasarkis had any such 'power' over the young monarch.

"I have, Your Majesty", the old soldier answered and walked to the table. "And he is anxious to speak with you."

With that, Silander opened the laptop he had with him, and turned on an in-built web camera. A grainy image appeared on the screen, at first a blotted mixture of greens, greys and browns until a figure began to emerge.

A young soldier with private's tags.

"Ylhäisyys, kapteeni kutsuu", the young man's computer-distorted voice called out to off-screen, and he made room for another man. Like the private, he was a young man as well in combat gear, but his face - though blotted and slightly distorted by the camera - was familiar to most people in the room.

"It is good to see you, cousin", Mikhail IV Halsar, the rightful ruler of Northern Rangeria spoke, a smile rising on his lips as his eyes looked out of the screen. "It is a pity our first encounter should be like this, and not at Ruhtinalyne Palace over good wine."

(OOC: Joining is okay... I was actually hoping to see some new faces as well ;) )

To the Department of Foreign Affairs, West Ithilien

We thank you for your gracious offer. But at the moment our first concern must be to find the rabble-rousers and anti-democracy advocates behind the unfortunate student uprising here in Halsanki. It would be unwise of us to offer them solace by allowing them to be airlifted away. However, we will allow you to contact local embassies under Republic supervision and offer them passage. We have been unable to acquiesce to any pleas for passage due to the current situation and the threat of Royalist navy still on the loose in the archipelago.

We will, however, insist on having the final say on those who are to be airlifted away. We have cause to believe that some of the so-called "diplomats" are actually foreign spies and Royalist sympathizers whose capture and punishment is paramount to the national safety of the Republic of Northern Rangeria.

Nonetheless, we thank the government of West Ithilien for their wisdom in recognizing the legitimacy of the new, democratic government over the oligarchy of oppressors and enemies of the people. It is our sincere hope that we may enjoy peaceful and friendly relationships for all times.


On behalf of the Interim Government and the People of Northern Rangeria,

President Nils Aho

"No doubt the enemy are already mobilizing to fortify the beaches. Because this is a coup and not a civilian rebellion they'll no doubt be armed with military-grade weaponry. Mortars, AA batteries, land mines, and other weaponry that they can use to hinder our landing. However they don't have any knowledge on Roman weaponry. Because of this we have the ability to catch them off guard. We can arrange for some B-54 Night Falcons (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9570516&postcount=245) to come in fast, hit them hard, and be out of there before they can scramble fighters due to its high speeds."

He continued, "If and when they scramble fighters no doubt they'll start sending them out to hit the fleet. However we'll have our F-19 Knights (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10242812&postcount=1660) ready to ambush them. With the fighters distracted the fleet should be ready to launch cruise missiles and other ordinance on any beach fortifications. We can then sneak a C-130J (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lockheed_C-130_Hercules) around and drop a few squads of the 9th behind enemy lines to halt the advance of any incoming reinforcements or get behind the fortifications and clear them for your troops to help land the killing blow. For close air support for your troops on the beach we can provide AH-23 Black Panthers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10547543&postcount=2484) to rain Hell down on any enemy fortifications."

"And as for the friendly-fire possibilities what do you suggest?"

OOC: Bumped.

Tzargrad, Neo-Ixania

As per the request of the Empress, the fugitive embassy of Northern Rangeria in the Neo-Ixanian capital had delivered the files containing intelligence reports of what was going on in Northern Rangeria. Many of them were professional reports delivered by those in the RTP, Royal Intelligence Service had gathered in the frantic twenty-four hours that had passed. Others were less professional, snapshots from private cellphones and cameras, fragments of film stored on a sizeable data stick.

The contents of these reports spoke of terrible events: members of the Parliament and their families disappearing, an ad hoc detainment camp in Calewite Park with armed guards, even a few blurry snapshots of the New Chalcedonian ambassador in Halsanki being dragged across the Ruhtinalyne Palace courtyard like a sack of potatoes. There were also intercepted messages from Aho's seat of power in Ruhtinalyne to military commanders: authorizing the use of lethal force when arresting suspected "terrorists" and "reactionaries".

The new democratic government was certainly being more than heavy-handed in their attempts to quench Royalist resistance within their own domain.



((OOC: Okay, time for a little time-warp, if I may))

Day 3 of the Uprising

Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The Veritas Avenue and the University District had turned upside-down in a single day. Once a haven of the academia and the University, this part of Halsanki had turned into a small-scale battleground. Tanks had blasted the roads and many road-side buildings open, and those left standing had received a new, scarred appearance thanks to gun fire and shrapnels. Several vehicles and barricades - both civilian and military lay in smoking heaps, the air thick with the smell of smoke and cordite.

The battles of the previous day had brought casualties on both sides: several protesters - student, teacher and average joe alike - had been killed in the gunfire, and the Republic's soldiers had also faced casualties thanks to sporadic gun fire. Many of the buildings destroyed had been pockets of resistance, amateurish sniper fire answered with grenades and tank fire.

As a result of the dispersement of the protesters, the military had seized key locations in the area. The University was closed indefinitely, and troops were heavily concentrated around the Old Academy Building in an effort to keep any student group from trying to take the highly symbolic landmark (taken in 1967 by students in protest of the Occupation) and thus gain sympathy from the people.

And yet, they still came back. Still the students protested and called for Aho to step down. But now, along with placards and signs, they were also carrying bloodied clothes from the day before. Many of the student body leaders had been arrested, and yet they always came back.

The situation as a whole was rather grim in the capital: many of the stores were closed, and the usually busy streets were eerily quiet and empty - save for army patrols. And as a response, the Republic was trying to keep their troops' spirits up with promises of better pay and respect once the war was over.

In the north, the line between Republic and Principality had been drawn, cutting the country in a NW-SE line, with most of the urban centres in the south. On either side of this line, fighting had erupted that morning, especially near the city of Tamberg that was located in a bulge in the lines, sticking out into Principality territory.

(Hmmm... where is everybody?)

OOC: Ixania has quite a few RPs going on if i'm correct and NC is probably busy IRL.

Communication Centre, Admiralty House

Colonel Johnston was pacing back and forth inside the Communication Centre lobby. He was growing impatient with the delay in contacting embassies within Northern Rangeria. He had been specific orders to mobilize and command a joint force of Royal Guardsmen and Airmen to evacuate foreign personnel but was growing impatient with the time needed to contact embassies within Northern Rangeria. It was easy to prepare the troops, but so hard to get through all the red tape.

Somewhat hesitantly a technician came out and approached the colonel. "I'm sorry Colonel," the tech began, "but we can't establish contact with any embassy through normal diplomatic channels. We have several agents trying to establish contact in person, but security crackdowns have delayed their progress."

"I understand, keep me informed." The colonel turned around to leave before realizing that he was so uptight he had been ignoring his cell phone. Taking a quick look at his call display he wondered why his aide was trying to reach him on his personal number. "Unsecured line, go ahead"

"New orders. No more waiting; we launch immediately"

"Scramble. I'll be right there, hold my aircraft" Johnston replied as he ran through the Admiralty building on his way back to the airfield.

Minutes later, attack helicopters, tilt-rotors, robotic aircraft, and several fighter-interceptors began lifting off into the sky, assembling into a convoy and heading for Northern Rangeria.


Several Hours Later...
Entering Northern Rangerian Airspace

Johnston suddenly started tensing up. The butterflies in his stomach which had kept him alive began stirring. Something seemed about to happen. "All aircraft be advised, we are now entering potentially hostile territory. Stay alert. Hold fire until fired upon."

(Ithilien, what direction are you coming from? I'm assuming west or south, both from the sea, as north would require you flying over a large mountain range and east trespassing in a hostile neighbour's airspace. Plus, Halsanki is in the southern coast)

Somewhere in Northern Rangerian airspace...

The West Ithilien convoy, approaching the mainland over the sea, could see below them the roaring waves of the ocean, large waves crashing into small, windswept islands, little more than glorified rocks braving the elements. In the distance, a storm was building, dark clouds pushing from the sea towards the mainland over two-hundred clicks away.

OOC: Roma V was perfectly correct - I was recently very busy IRL. Shouldn't cause such a delay again.

IC:

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular stepped through the door. "A Colonel wishes to see me? Well, I am honoured!" His voice was jocular - he was obviously trying to reduce tension.

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

(OOC: Yes, Michael Doukas can be a little headstrong at times.)

Michael inclined his head towards his counterpart.

"Indeed, Cousin. Peace is to be desired under most circumstances, as is good wine. But peace cannot abide tyranny, nor good decision-making the presence of intoxicants." The Emperor smiled slightly upon saying those words.

"I have the General Staff drawing up plans for an attack on rebel positions in the south. One question that has apparently come up is friendly-fire, and another is target selection and accuracy. At present, I have an Imperial Naval Taskforce in the area, complete with a landing-force of Marines."

"Roma V has agreed to provide paratroopers to assist, which the Empire lacks specialised forces to do. All we need is your affirmative - it is still your Principality, after all."

The Emperor turned to Ambassador Silander.

"My apologies, Ambassador - I can be a little testy at times, in case you didn't notice." His self-deprecating smile took any sting out of the words.

Imperial High Command
Constantinopolis Secundus,
New Chalcedon.

"Sounds good, gentlemen. As far as the friendly-fire goes, I do have an idea or two - I would like to operate any fighters possible in paired-squadron formations - that way, a Roman officer can call off a strike about to hit Romans or vice versa."

"As far as the long-term goes, obviously, I would like to see Roman officers learning our tactics here, as Chalcedonian officers would go to Rome's Military Academy for a sort of exchange program. Ultimately, the best failsafe against friendly fire is familiarity with one's ally's forces."

Obviously, Admiral Lasarkis had gotten over his bad temper.

"Oh, gentlemen - the reason that I bit Colonel Papadopoulos' head off just before you got here is that the thruster nozzles produced by that corporation are below standard. I don't have a problem with commissay officers making their two percent off contracts, but not at the expense of quality in the field - as I was informing the good Colonel."

State Palace of West Ithilien

The Imperial Diplomatic Courier approached the State Palace with trepidation. It wasn't every day one delivered an ultimatum.

He arrived at the front gate, presented his credentials, and requested to see the Prince.

Aboard the Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott looked at the icons in his display.

"Orders to Colonel Fox: Deploy all fighters. Orders to Captain Trusca: put all air defences on high alert. Pass the word: the Taskforce is to go to yellow alert."

He opened communications with the incoming aircraft.

The Ithilien air convoy's radios lit up with an incoming communication.

"Unidentified air units, this is the Admiral Scott of the Imperial Carrier Basil Bulgaroknoctos and task force. You are on our screens and entering a blockaded zone. Identify yourselves and your purpose, at once!"

Circulated to all Imperial Embassies and Diplomatic Missions

***OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM HIM MICHAEL DOUKAS-PALAIOLOGOS, ON THE TOPIC OF THE REBELLION IN NORTHERN RANGERIA***

To Whom it may concern;

Whereas the armed forces under command of General Nils Aho have engaged in a State of Rebellion against their oathsworn Prince and Head of State;

Whereas said General Aho has a long history of treason, bloodthirst and atrocities;

Whereas said General Aho has taken it upon himself to violate diplomatic immunity and imprison Kin to the Imperial Crown without cause;

Whereas said General Aho, assisted by a junta of military officers, has imprisoned democratically-elected Members of a Representative Legislation;

Whereas said General Aho, notwithstanding the tension of the situation, has ordered the violent and bloody dispersal of peaceful protests against his unlawful and treasonous usurpation of power:

THEREFORE, let it be known that the Military Junta currently in rebellion against Our most excellent Cousin, Michael Halsar, Prince of Northern Rangeria, Fourth of His Name, etc., etc., and all its members are hereby declared to be ENEMIES of the Crown of New Chalcedon, and all her allies, forces and loyalists;

THEREFORE, let it be known that the Said General Aho is hereby declared outside the protection of all Laws, and that no man nor woman may offer him comfort, shelter or aid under any circumstances without sharing such fate;

THEREFORE, let it be known that Said General Aho is WANTED, alive and fit to stand trial for his crimes in a fair and unbiased Court of Law, by the Crown of New Chalcedon. The Reward for any Person who surrenders General Aho is set at Ten Million Denarii, as well as the Intercession of the Crown with Our Cousin of Northern Rangeria for all actions committed during this Rebellion. The Reward for any Person who provides information leading to the capture of General Aho is set at One Million Denarii, and like Intercession.

Given under Our Hand and Seal, this Fourth Day of August in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Eight;

Michael Doukas-Palaiologos

Michael Doukas-Palaiologos
Emperor and Lord of New Chalcedon
Grand Duke of Constantinopolis Secundus
Defender of the Realm
Defender of the Faith
etc., etc., etc.

"I see so you'd like us to have our fighters in Fluid Two formations (http://www.combataircraft.com/formations/fluidtwo.aspx) so that they can easily relay orders to between each other should they need to break off if their attack is endangering Roman troops or your own."

Leonardo Massini thought over the Admiral's proposition of officer exchanges to further advance their education by learning their ally's military tactics. "I'm sure if we can get Emperor Quaeus on the phone we can have him bring the proposition before The Senate. As for the now, depending on how soon we have until the invasion is launched, we could hold meetings for each other's troops. I'm sure the Colonello would be more than happy to help teach your troops and while mine make their way across the ocean i'm sure they'd be all ears upon their arrival as well."

The two officers nodded their understanding to the Admiral. "I do not blame you, sir. I would much rather put out Defense budget to good use and purchase reliable parts that will ensure everyone and everything's safety than take the easy way out."

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

The inside of the tent was lit up with a lantern, with a single combat-geared officer sitting at a field table, his assault rifle resting against his knee. The tent was small, most likely intended as a platoon tent and not a command outpost. At the back of it another table stood with two officers discussing in murmurs.

The single officer, however, looked up with wolf-like eyes and drew a deep inhale from the cigarette in his mouth.

"I heard what you said, young man", he said without a hint of amusement in his voice. "And trust me, this isn't the entertainment tour. Bob Hope ain't here", he muttered and stood up. "Colonel Kristian Airisto, 27th Black Pike Regiment. Name and rank?"

*****

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

"Then let us leave the spirits on hold until we have dealt with this situation. Rest assured, cousin, we will not soon forget the friendship of New Chalcedon and her men", Prince Mikhail said as he nodded, leaning closer to the screen.

"We currently have very little information from the south. As best we can tell, the Royalists in the southern seaboard are currently fighting a guerrilla warfare, disrupting communications and supply lines. The problem is that the rebels have entrenched themselves among the civilian population, so trying to pry them out will most likely result in either heavy collateral damages or moving in for close-range combat. Fortunately for us, most of the naval forces have remained loyal so you should expect little resistance from rebel ships. I have been in contact with the admirals in Port Marie; they will contact you within the hour."

"We are also preparing for our own attack from the north. We have maintained air superiority in the area, so we are preparing a full-scale assault on Tamberg which is an important military depot and transportations center for the rebels. We suggest that you withhold your advance for now: if everything goes according to plans, Aho will be forced to send more men and tanks to either keep Tamberg or slow us down. That should make your operation much smoother."

"What is your current plan of action, cousin?"

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Pieter Moular, senior agent for Imperial Intelligence. Unfortunately, my name is not James Bond, so I do not have any handy-dandy identification devices."

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

With a smile that could only be called predatory, the young Emperor modified Prnce Michael's proposals, and laid out a potentially devastating plan.

"No, let's both attack in a carefully-co-ordinated fashion. Here's what the Imperial forces will do."

"Force Alpha will consist of four frigates, four destroyers and one of the Wasp-class assault transports. This force will move towards Turka, but then swing back towards Halsanki, to join Force Beta. Force Alpha will commence the deception maneuvers twelve hours prior to Force Beta's assault on Halsanki."

"Force Beta will consist of the remaining heavy and medium elements of the Imperial taskforce - including the two battlecruisers attached - and will launch a direct assault on Halsanki, to keep Aho's attention fully occupied close to home, beginning with Fort Isosaar."

"The patrol boats will join with the Royalist fleet elements, and regain control of any rebel-held islands, as well as establishing naval supremacy against light craft. The Imperial Marines with the taskforce shall be assigned to this force, and after the islands have been secured, they will proceed to attack targets of opportunity along the southern coast. This force shall be called Force Gamma, and shall move at approximately the same time as Force Beta."

"Force Delta will be the main Royalist element, which will attack Tamberg no less than three and no more than nine hours after the start of Force Beta's attack on Halsanki. I want Tamberg to be at least drawn-down in terms of forces before you attack."

"Force Epsilon will be the main portion of the Roman and Imperial air cover, which will be assigned to heavy bombardment of certain carefully-selected points. These points will be selected for being important, but not critical, and will be placed to suggest covering fire for a Royalist army moving on Halsanki - from the north. This force shall move at the same time as Beta, in order to focus the audience's attention firmly upon the light show that I want them to see and draw the rebels to defending the northern approaches to Halsanki."

"Force Foxtrot will be the Roman paratroopers and special forces - the smoke of my little smoke-and-mirrors trick. While Epsilon draws the rebels' attention, Foxtrot will sneak in and secure key points such as bridges, crossroads, power relays and radio facilities - to the west of Halsanki. They will move at the same time as Force Delta assaults Tamberg."

"Once Force Delta has secured Tamberg, they will leave a detachment behind to guard the city, and send a fast-moving advance force ahead to take advantage of the western opening Force Foxtrot will create. This advance force - call it Delta-One - will link up with the Imperial Army troops from Forces Alpha and Beta attacking Halsanki. The remaining offensive forces - call them Delta-Two - shall follow along the coast, seizing control of key military installations and preventing rebel reinforcement of Halsanki from that direction."

"Overall, this will have the advantage of catching the rebels between pillar and post, as well as destroying their command-and-control networks. Working together, we should be able to largely crush the rebellion in an afternoon, and mopping up the rest will take a week at most. The poor sods - we're going to be playing with our pack of cards, and they won't get to cut it, much less shuffle. Opinions, anyone?" The young man looked mightily pleased with himself, as he had every right to be, as he looked around, seeking criticism of his plan.

Imperial High Command
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon.

Admiral Lasarkis nodded in agreement.

"That formation is largely what I would liek to see, adapted for wingpairs or perhaps even larger forces at eiter end of the distance."

(Does South-SouthWest work for a direction?)

Air Convoy, Northern Rangerian Airspace

“Admiral Scott of Imperial Carrier Basil Bulgaroknoctos, this is Colonel Johnston of the West Ithilien Air Force. We are on our way to evacuate diplomats and foreign nationals in Halsanki. We mean you no harm; please do not interfere in our mission”

Returning to a heavily encrypted channel, Colonel Johnston continued “Red Alert. All aircraft prepare to take evasive action. Imperial ships of New Chalcedon are presently hostile. Do not fire until fired upon.” Sighing, Colonel Johnston sent a transmission to Admiralty House advising them of the current situation.


The Royal Palace of West Ithilien

An aide interrupted The Prince working in his office. “Sir, there is a Diplomatic Courier from New Chalcedon wishing to see you.”

“Very well, send him in.” The Prince replied.

The courier was sent through a thorough security check before being escorted into The Prince’s Office. The Prince was the first to speak. “Greetings. I understand that you have pressing business that requires my attention.”

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

The reply came back to Admiral Scott - polite, but negatory. He decided to give them another chance.

"Colonel Johnston, this is Admiral Scott. By order of of His Majesty, Michael Iv Halsar of Northern Rangeria, this section of airspace is under blockade as being host to rebel forces. His Majesty has asked his allies to enforce this blockade, and His Imperial Majesty of New Chalcedon has been pleased to aid his friend and ally."

"While I respect that you have your orders, Colonel, I ask you to turn back, in the name of humanity. My orders allow no latitude: any aircraft suspected of aiding the rebel forces must be shot down, and I cannot prove that you do not carry military supplies on board. I am quite certain that you realise that my forces can utterly destroy your own, and while I may regret doing so, I will carry out my orders in precisely two minutes from now, unless you turn back."

"Admiral Scott out".

Turning to his command deck crew:

"Joyce, Fleet Fire Plan Tango-Eight. Order the aircraft to force down any unarmed aircraft if it comes to blows - I don't want the deaths of hundreds of civvies on my shoulders."

The Royal Palace of West Ithilien

The courier proved to be a nervous young man. Approaching the Prince, he bowed deeply, and extended a scroll-tube, sealed with the Great Seal of New Chalcedon. After it was taken he withdrew a respectful distance.

The scroll read:

To Our Most Trusty Cousin, the Prince of West Ithilien

It grieves Us that We should first correspond with Our well-beloved royal Cousin under such disharmonius circumstances, yet fate frequently demands such sadnesses.

It has come to Our attention that the Principality of West Ithilien is planning to give aid and comfort to a group of nihilistic, anarchistic, murdering thieves and usurpers.

This state of affairs, while unacceptable to the Empire of New Chalcedon, is understandable - the false rhetoric of Nils Aho and his junta has fooled many people into believing his grandiose and far-fetched claims.

Therefore, in the interests of harmony and the avoidance of war, We offer a means of real-time communication with Us, that you may see for yourself the reality, rather than Aho's rosily-painted picture.

We urge you, as Our friend and Cousin, to take this opportunity to avoid a war, for We will not be dissuaded from Our chosen course of action.

With Our most Sincere Regards,

Michael VI Doukas-Palaiologos
Emperor and Lord of New Chalcedon;
Grand Duke of Constantinopolis Secundus;
etc., etc., etc.

OOC: The scroll also has a personal vidphone number penned in a hasty hand at the margin. Your Prince can, if he wishes, talk directly to the Emperor.

Air Convoy, Northern Rangerian Airspace

“All aircraft begin evasive action.” piped Johnston into his microphone. “There is a small island to the right. We will turn the island into a makeshift airfield. All tilt-rotor and helicopters are to land and conserve fuel, while fighters and robotic aircraft give cover.” Johnston was pleased to have such a quick thinking aide, as the Admiralty was already being informed of the current situation.

“Admiral Scott, this is Colonel Johnston. We are establishing a holding pattern and makeshift airfield until we can negotiate this impasse between us. I cannot turn back without direct orders. We are not aiding the rebels, but are on a humanitarian mission evacuating diplomats and foreign nationals including those from your own country. Due to your hostility, for the protection of my troops, any military vehicle that approaches us will be destroyed.”


The Royal Palace of West Ithilien

After thoughtfully reading the scroll, The Prince dismissed the courier while replying “Thank you for delivering this message to me. A room can be arranged for you to spend the night if it is convenient for you. Let the footman at the door know.” A member of the security detail immediately stepped in as the courier was leaving, “Your Highness, New Chalcedon is currently threatening to shoot down our evacuation air convoy to Northern Rangeria. The Admiralty is monitoring the situation.” After considering the information, The Prince placed a secure call to New Chalcedon. It was time to speak with the Emperor.

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott smiled slowly as he contemplated a possible solution. It would require co-operation on hte parts of all concenred to work, and it would add a dangerous amount of time to his to-do list, but it might just work.

"Colonel Johnston, this is admiral Scott. So long as none of your aircraft approach the mainland, we will not open fire. Further, I have a suggestion: If I can prove that no military supplies are being carried in, nor rebel leaders out, of Halsanki, my orders do permit me to allow you to go about your business."

"Basically, inspection parties - supervised by your own personnel, of course - would inspect your aircraft on both the inbound and outbound legs of the flight. Naturally, the Empire will refuel your aircraft free of charge, as a gesture of goodwill to help compensate for the inconvenience caused by this unfortunate necessity."

Mangana Palace
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

The Emperor woke swiftly, as always, dreading the thought of yet another crisis at the moment. When his personal valet informed him that it was the Prince of West Ithilien, he immediately tidied up his appearance, pulled on a brocade dressing-robe, and hastened to the vidscreen terminal.

"Cousin. It is a pleasure to meet you, if only via surfing electrons as of yet!" The young man's famed charm was much in evidence, despite the late hour.

"I take it that you have considered our proposal, and now have a reply to make?"

(OOC: NC, that is some quite impressive tactical thinking right there. Kudos ;) And Ithilien... W-SW works well.)

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Colonel Airisto frowned a little more, making his brow look like a freshly-plowed field. He took out the burning stunt of his fag and quenched it in his ash tray.

"That's not a New Chalcedonian name - nor do you strike me as a Northern Rangerian. Good job on hoodwinking the rebels, though. But they've not had the pleasure of working alongside your military. So let's cut the crap, shall we?"

Saying that, the dark-haired man stood up. "We've sent word to your consulate in Oulo, Mr... Moular. If they vouch for you, you are free to go. If not... well, you will not like what is going to happen then", the colonel said, clearly not the type to mince words or waste time in pleasantries. "Your package has already been sent forward to be verified, and you will be sent to Oulo tonight to see the consul. Until then you'll be treated as a POW and an officer. Are we clear on that?"

*****

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

"Most impressive, cousin", Prince Mikhail said calmly, his smile revealing that he was not just offering pleasantries. "Very well. We will proceed as you suggest. Ambassador Silander will work in conjunction with your military, to help you select targets for Force Epsilon. If we manage to establish contact with Royalist contingents in the area they may assist in 'painting' such targets for your bombers. You must understand, cousin, that we must do our best to keep civilian casualties as small as humanly possible. That is the main reason why we have waited this long, in the hopes that people will vote with their feet and leave Aho and his supporters without the protection of a civilian population."

*****

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

It seemed that the new government had other matters to attend, as ambassador Doukas of the Empire of New Chalcedon had thus far remained forgotten in his cell. Only the guard brought him a tray of bread and milk twice a day, but otherwise he had received no visitors. The only contact with the outside world was the distant thunder of tank fire from the city below, as well as the Rangerian bellows and commands of officers on the courtyard.

In this monotonous soundscape a new sound was definitely something that could catch a person's attention. The summer days were turning colder as autumn approached, so the radiator on one wall was still cold... but suddenly the pipes started to make small noises. Maybe they were being turned on and the nigh-defunct heating system was catching on. Three rapid bangs, like the sound of a distant gong, followed by three shorter ones, and another three rapid ones...

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Colonel, that won't help. I was under the personal directions of Ambassador Doukas, who is...unavailable, as I'm sure you are aware. It's standard Imperial operating procedure that only my controller has any knowledge of my existance. However, I do have codewords to identify myself to any senior official of the Empire. While I understand your security precautions, a trade attache at a junior consulate doesn't quite fit the bill. We have security concerns too, you know...and you have little time to waste. Ambassador Doukas tole me that he was leaving another copy at a specified location at the Imperial Embasy in Halsanki. I have no doubt that the rebels will attempt to extract that information out of him, as quickly as they can."

"Ultimately, Colonel, you must decide to either trust me, or not."

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

"Very well, cousin. I'll pass the orders directly, and then let us get to it. Is tomorrow at 2230 hours a good time for Force Beta to start up?"

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The dis-accredited Ambassador looked at the pipes in amazement - he didn't believe that the rebels would bother heating the water (they hadn't to date). Then the rhythm of the pipes struck him, and he cursed his foolishness. He tapped the pipes as hard as he could without drawing attention, spelling out one rapid bang, followed by two short bangs. Pause. Four short bangs. Pause. Three long bangs.

The Ambassador devoutly hoped that the right people had gotten his message.

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"If you could prove to me without a shadow of a doubt that you are who you claim to be, Mr. Moular, I would be the first to offer you a cigar", the colonel said without even a flinch in his eyes. "As for the other datastick... Are you privy to its hiding place?"

Lasarkis Manor
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

"We'll be ready, cousin. Just promise me one thing: take Aho alive", the Northern Rangerian Prince said, and with those three words his usually friendly face turned into an angry grimace, his eyes turning cold with hatred. "A swift death is too good for him."

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

For a moment it was completely silent. Maybe it had just been some sputtering in the pipes. Or maybe the situation was finally getting to the New Chalcedonian.

Then... an answer. Short, long, long. Pause. Four shorts. Pause. Three longs. Silence.

(Bump... I feel so dirty.)

(OOC: Clarification on strength Air Convoy:
9 Tilt Rotor transport planes
10 Attack Helicopters
10 Robotic Drones
8 Fighters)

Air Convoy, Northern Rangeria

“Admiral Scott, Colonel Johnston here. We will allow you to send over an inspection team to inspect the cargo bays of our transports. I cannot authorize any inspections of other military equipment. Any inspectors you send over must be lightly armed, and carry no recording or transmission equipment. On our return flight, I cannot land my aircraft to allow them to be inspected. There will be too many civilians, who will want to get out of Northern Rangeria as fast as possible and would likely panic upon landing again in Northern Rangerian territory. I cannot risk having panicked people damaging my aircraft or injuring my crew. Inspectors would be allowed to join us upon returning to West Ithilien, and conduct their inspections there.”


The Royal Palace of West Ithilien

“Yes, I have a reply to your message” The Prince responded. “We have no interest in supplying aid to those who don’t deserve it. West Ithilien entered this conflict to aid ambassadors and foreign nationals who were trapped by the fighting and wish to escape it. I trust that you do not have any conflict with this humanitarian ideal.

In continuing this, one must realize that those who possess the weapons surrounding the diplomats are those who need to be negotiated with, however unpleasant, if one wishes to quickly help those in need. It does no good to obtain permission to airlift from the Royal Family as their current wishes will have little bearing on how the troops surrounding those we hope to assist will behave.

As I have been unable to directly contact Prince Mikhail, any information you have from him regarding this coup, assistance in making contact, or your own knowledge of activity on the ground would be appreciated.
I have yet to decide whether to commit troops, or what side they will be committed to, pending contact with Prince Mikhail and a firsthand review of the situation on the ground.

It has also come to my attention that your troops are threatening to shoot down my aircraft while on a humanitarian relief mission to evacuate foreign nationals and diplomats, including your own ambassador if he wishes to leave. Your intervention to help the relief mission would be appreciated.”

(OOC: If that's all, then the convoy's so dead if it comes to blows - I have a carrier task force there. Still, let's see...)

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott frowned. "Hmm....halfway to being acceptable. Put me back on, Joyce."

His voice came over the Ithilien convoy's speakers.

"Colonel, that's half doable. I would also have to insist that an extremely tight check of all outgoing passengers be made - as of yesterday, Nils Aho is a wanted man by the Empire, and we will not allow him to escape. However, if you agree to that proviso - and satisfy me that all due precautions are being taken - then I would have no problem with you continuing."

Mangana Palace
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

Michael looked closely at the Prince.

"Of course, the Empire has no problem with the concept of humanitarian aid. However, we are worried that rebel commanders will use this opportunity to slip out of our nets around the country. As far as Ambassador Doukas is concerned, the last we heard of him was that the rebels had taken him prisoner, in violation of all the rules of diplomacy."

"As far as the rights and wrongs of this are concerned, the student riots against the new "government", as well as the mass detention of democratically-elected members of the legislature, should indicate that this is neither more nor less than the standard-issue military coup d'etat. We have picked our side, you must of course pick yours - if any. Neutrality is an option here, you know."

"Admiral Scott is a decent and reasonable man. I will instruct him to attempt to find a mutually-agreeable accommodation. That is all I can do in that regard."

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

"Naturally, Colonel. It's at the Blue hiding-place at the Embassy grounds in Halsanki. Of course, you now need my cooperation to know what such a place is, but that's life, isn't it? And if you knew Imperials, then you'd know that I really am one by now."

The agent was positively smirking - without twitching a muscle.

(OOC: Rest of post coming up. Also, I just need that air convoy standoff to be resolved before getting to the battle.)

(Hmm... This looks very interesting. But unfortunately I have to say this: I'll be gone for the next 72 hours or so, with no guaranteed access to the net to see what's going on. If I can get online and post, I will.

Otherwise, consider this an interval on my part in this pageant of war and deception ;) )

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The Ambassador frowned at the pipes.

Just like those smart-mouths to ask me what I asked them. I should point out that I asked first...still, that would take far too long. Oh well.....

He decided to stop spending time thinking, and start "typing".

Long-short-short. Pause. Long-long-long. Pause. Short-short-long. Pause. Long-short-long. Pause. Short-long. Pause. Short-short-short.

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

The communications officer aboard the Imperial flagship signaled for the Admiral's attention.

"Priority message, heavily encrypted, coming in, Sir. From the High Command. It's a canned message - not a live feed."

"Thank you, Joyce. Put it through to my screen."

"Yes, Sir."

The face of Admiral Lasarkis appeared on the screen.

"Admiral Scoot. Your orders are to proceed with Case Hotel - the details are being piped through via the accompanying datastream. Further, you are to treat the West Ithilien air convoy gently. If you have to shoot, shoot. But if it can be avoided, avoid it. High Command out."

After reviewing the details, Admiral Scoot felt sandbagged. He knew that Lasarkis would never have come up with something quite this...thorough, which left only one possible suspect.

(Um...bump. So do I.)

The Royal Palace of West Ithilien

The Prince considered the Emperor’s response.

“Thank you for assisting with Admiral Scott.

I will consider your information on the situation in Northern Rangeria. I am not yet willing to assist either side, and will currently stay neutral. As soon as I have verification of the situation on the ground, I will be releasing an official statement on the course of action West Ithilien will take.

If you have any information on war criminals that you wish us to watch for, please send us a copy. I have no wish to harbour any of these undesirables.”


Carrier Highlander, Third Fleet, West Ithilien Navy

Admiral Von Snowbourne, Commander of the Third Fleet was excited. New orders had just come in from the Admiralty authorizing him to take command of the Rangerian Theatre. It offered a chance of some action instead of the dreary war games currently taking place. Turning to his microphone, “All ships cease fire. All drills are now over; prepare for battle.”

Turning to the bridge crew, “Captain Fletcher, launch thirty fighters and call the Admiralty for an air refuelling tanker. Send them to backup Colonel Johnston.”

After preparations were underway, Von Snowbourne made arrangements for Johnston to rebroadcast his transmission. “Admiral Scott, this is Admiral Von Snowbourne of the Third Fleet. I have been awarded command of operations in the Northern Rangerian Theatre. The air convoy will not supply military aid or evacuate Rangerian Commanders. Any who manage to sneak aboard will be arrested upon the landing of the Air Convoy. I give you my word of honour on this matter. Please send any information you have on persons of interest to enhance our screening processes, ensuring they aren’t present among those airlifted. I trust that will be sufficient. If not, the convoy may land and be inspected on the Bulgaroknoctos, but my fleet will be present at the time.”

Mangana Palace
Constantinopolis Secundus
New Chalcedon

"Of course, Your Highness. Andras Lasarkis will shortly be sending you that information. Now, if you will excuse me, it has been a long day."

With those words, Michael bowed and walked away from the screen.

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott looked thoughtful at Admiral Von Snowbourne's words. He was about to reply when his comm officer signaled for his attention.

"Yes, Joyce?"

"It's the Mangana Palace, Admiral. The Emperor has negotiated to allow them through with West Ithilien personnel checking for any refugees."

"I see, Joyce. Give me a link to the Ithilien taskforce."

"Admiral Von Snowbourne, your terms are acceptable, with one slight modification. Have your convoy proceed directly to West Ithilien - Imperial personnel will inspect the "refugees" upon landing, as they are disembarking. This should impose minimal delays, as well as avoiding hamstringing an Imperial taskforce - we're not just around for decoration, you know!"

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Colonel Airisto scoffed a small laughter, his lips turning into an almost feral grin. "I know that an Imperial can talk a man into thinking the sky's green, if he wants to", he said with only that hint of amusement in his voice. "Very well, I'll send you over to my superiors in Oulo. They'll deal with you further."

With that, the colonel barked at the door, and another officer stepped inside. "Lieutenant, send this man to HQ and have them send for confirmation about who he is. Treat him as an officer until told otherwise", the colonel said as he quickly wrote down a note and passed it onto the lieutenant. "Mr Moular, it's been a pleasure. Lieutenant Sulkava will see you to Oulo. I would, however, advise you not to try anything... daring. Some of the men are quite trigger-happy these days."


Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

A small moment of silence, and then a new answer... Short-long-short-short. Pause. Short. Pause. Short-short. Pause. Short-long-short-short. Pause. Short-long.


Northern Rangerian Waters

The presence of two large military bodies in the southern waters of the Principality (or Republic, as it was now known) had so far gone under little notice. However, the situation was about to change, with the West Ithilien convoy and the New Chalcedonian fleet, both relatively close by, picking up the same signal on their radars. Something was approaching from the north, and it was coming fast. Most likely a scout plane...

Somewhere near Oulo, Northlands
Northern Rangeria

Moular's lips quirked.

"Very well, Colonel. And just to establish my bona fides, here is the location of the Halsanki Embassy's Blue location."

The presumed Imperial agent swiftly recited a location on the grounds of the Imperial Embassy, in the gardens at the back.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

(OOC: "Leyla?" Is that the Queen Mother's name?)

Doukas looked narrowly at the pipe - if the person on the other end was who he suspected, haste was in order - the rebels would surely not be so forgetting of her as of others.

He began to think up a plan....

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

"Admiral! Scout-plane from the shore, on an intercept heading."

"Very good, Sparks. What's their IFF squawking?"

"Rebel, Sir."

"All units, yellow alert. Joyce, give me a teleconference with the other squadron commanders."

OOC: Rest of post later.

(OOC: Assuming the convoy as already been inspected at the present location.)

Carrier Highlander, Royal Ithilien Navy

“Admiral Scott, your modification is acceptable. Please have your inspection team ready on our return.”

“Admiral, all ships are reporting and ready in battle formation.” Captain Fletcher announced.

“Very good. Full speed ahead. Position us within striking range of the Northern Rangerian Coast and be careful to stay away from the Imperial Fleet. Inform Colonel Johnston he is now clear to proceed with his mission.”


Northern Rangerian Waters

Colonel Johnston was elated to finally receive permission to continue. “All aircraft, we are clear to proceed. Liftoff and continue on previous course to the capital. Captain Hawken, take your wingman and verify the identity of the incoming plane.”

(OOC: Fair enough.)

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott nodded to Admiral Von Snowbourne.

"Very well, Admiral. I'll have the capital send inspection personnel to the West Ithilien airport of your choice. Now, if you'll excuse me, my radar platforms have just spotted a scout-plane, and I have work to do."

He then turned back to the waiting commanders.

"Is everyone clear on their places, people?"

Commodore Iason Prentis, flagship Illyriania, nodded - a movement which made his heavyset face even more jowly than normal. "Clear, Admiral. It is my force's job to go draw the rebels' attention." His basso voice went well with his stocky build and generally solid presence.

Commodore Yelena Banton, flagship Moesia, nodded to indicate her agreement. "Clear, Admiral - it's our job to keep the nasty rebels off of the main force." Her thin, foxy face radiated eagerness to be about it, as did her sharp alto voice.

Captain (senior-grade) Seamus O'Reilly, CO ICNS Hornet, agreed. "It's our job to launch the actual assault on Halsanki, Admiral." His counterpart in ICNS Sting, Captain (senior-grade) Elliania Mousalka, placed a fist over her chest to indicate agreement and understanding.

Admiral Scott looked out of four viewscreens approvingly.

"Very well, officers. Synchronise your watches. Commodore Prentis, you move in 7 hours. Everyone else, 12 hours after that. Commodore, be careful not to stray too far out of our cover - I have a nasty feeling that this little game of smoke and mirrors may prove to be hard on us poor mirrors."

(OOC: Your move, NR.)

(OOC: Damn forums... They decided to go fubar again, and I lost the message I had written. Oh well, time to start all over again. And yes, NC, Leila Raikone-Halsar is the Queen Mother. Most likely Doukas has met her once or twice)

Northern Rangerian Waters

The plane continued on its course, travelling so slowly that it could not be a fighter plane. Most likely it was a scout plane doing its run, following along the major waterways through the maze of islands. And while it wasn't heading straight for the New Chalcedonian fleet, it was skimming close enough that an alert pilot or radar might be able to pick up fleet activity.

At the same time, an encrypted message was transmitted to admiral Scott, its transmission codes matching the ones belonging to the Royalist Fleet in Port Marie, over five-hundred clicks to the west.

Fleet standing by. Proceeding as planned. Good hunting.


Somewhere near Oulo
Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Col. Airisto nodded. "Thank you, Mr Moular. I am sure your co-operation will be noted by my superiors. Sulkava, take him away", he said and then turned to his comm officer. Clearly the audience was now over, and ltn. Sulkava motioned the Imperial agent to follow.

Moular was lead through the encampment to a dirt road, where he and Sulkava mounted a waiting truck. Along with them rode a squad of soldiers and supplies, all of the men quiet and resolute. No wonder, clearly there had been more than enough fighting before the Royalists had secured this side of the river: as they drove by, they passed small villages with burnt buildings and civilians repairing lesser damages, and they even had to slow down to by-pass an ambush being cleaned up. A battle tank and two APCs, both now turned into twisted piles of scorched metal, the concrete darkened with both blasts and blood. Even this far north the forest was thick on either side of the road, and it was likely that they were being watched as the truck drove towards Oulo.

Like most provincial cities, Oulo was rather small, a quaint little seaside town of a population no more than 150,000. Still, as the capital of Northlands it held symbolic and logistic importance, and the Rebels had fought hard to maintain their foothold in the city. Moular was driven to one of the few larger buildings in the city, the City Hall that judging by the barricades and machine gun implacements had now been turned into an impromptu HQ for the local Royalist forces.

"Dismount", Sulkava barked as he jumped out of the truck as it ground to a halt. Already a soldier was striding towards them to check their credentials...

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

As Doukas was thinking, the pipe began to bang again. Are you there, the person in the other end - the Queen Mother, if Doukas had guessed correctly - was asking.

(OOC: Cool! The ball's about to open, folks.)

Northern Rangerian Waters, Imperial Battlecruiser Illyriania

Commodore Iason Prentis sat easily in his command seat on the flag deck, radiating the aura of assurance which any good battle officer learns to project.

"Yevgen, what's the status update?"

"The scout-plane appears to be a Royalist plane, Sir."

"Hmm. That may be good, or it may be bad. As I understand it, we actually want the rebels to see us right about now. Hmmm......let's see what we can do. Guns, here's what I want the taskforce to do....."

Northern Rangerian Waters, near Turka, seven hours later.

Had the rebels a scout-plane in the air, it would have revealed a most interesting sight: one battlecruiser, one assault transport, and eight screening ships, heading directly for Turku. Had it strayed a little closer, it may have been able to see the ten oddly-shaped buoys the battlecruiser deployed in a string from the stern of the ship, or the six matching buoys deployed by the transport. The buoys, in fact, almost looked like stripped-down SSM launchers.....But the rebels weren't paying enough attention to the sea - which was not the point of the Imperials' plans.

On the flag deck of the battlecruiser, Commodre Prentis looked disgustedly at the blank radar screens.

"Figures. I'd heard that this little rebellion was Army-based. Just like ground-stompers to ignore the sea. Oh, well. Guns! Stand by to execute Firing Plan Beta."

"Standing by, Commodore."

"Fire!"

On each of the towed pods, the racks on top turned in obedience to the ships' commands, conveyed via fibre-optic cable. The battlecruiser fired 24 of its lethal shipkilling SSMs, targeted at rebel facilities in Turku.

The sixteen pods fired one hundred and ninety two between them.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The Ambassador banged out "Yes. Where" - asking the Queen Mother where she was.

While he waited for a response, he began to look around for things to use...

Oulo, Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Moular was careful to comply with each order given him. However, he did ask after the welfare of Corporal Renlund - apparently, he rather liked her.

Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka

At least someone seemed to be awake, for as the missiles cut the clear sky, counter-measures from the coastal guns began, trying to shoot the missiles down from the sky. It was clear, however, that either due to antiquated guns or sabotage the majority of the New Chalcedonian barrage would make contact.

Which they did, taking out supply depots at the waterfront, as well as a frigate that had lay in anchor.

Still, the rebels were not completely ham-handed. The coastal guns turned their barrage on the fleet now, the wooded hill on a nearby island bursting in flames as they fired upon any ship that came close enough - unavoidable in the maze-like archipelago of narrow passages and misshapen islands.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Two nine", came the answer. And as for things to use, there was very little in the cell. An old-fashioned metal bed attached to the stone floor, with a ragged mattress. At the back was an old toilet, little more than a porcelain outcropping from the wall. The window with its heavy bars was about seven feet up from the floor, at the very upper edge of the dome-shaped ceiling.

Oulo, Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Ltn. Sulkava looked at Moular and frowned. "She'll be processed in due time. If she's loyal, she'll be attached to a unit. If not, she'll be sent to a POW camp."

Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The air convoy under Colonel Johnston was now over the capital. They had identified themselves to the air controller on their approach, which didn’t seem out of the ordinary and were cleared for landing.

The tilt-rotor transport planes began to touch down in front of the New Chalcedonian and Neo-Ixanian embassies with their cargo bay doors already open and Royal Guardsmen (commandos similar to the Black Pikes, SAS, etc.) jumping out to securing the landing area. The guards at the embassies looked rather tense and trigger happy, but hadn’t yet opened fire. Perhaps they were deterred by the helicopters providing cover. Johnston saw the actions of the guards at the New Chalcedonian embassy and grabbed his microphone and began broadcasting over the bullhorn, “Soldiers of the Revolution, we are here with the permission of Mr Nils Aho to evacuate all foreign nationals and diplomatic personnel who wish to leave the country. Please conduct an orderly handover of those you are guarding.”

One soldier began pensively approaching the convoy with rank slides indicating that he had some authority. Johnston, flanked by two guardsmen, went out to meet with this soldier, who seemed as if he had something to say.

Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka. Imperial Battlecruiser Illyriania

Commodore Prentis sat tensely in his command seat as the initial reports of damage started to come in. They weren't too bad....yet, although several units were taking aggregational damage.

Suddenly, an eye-tearing flash lit the area, followed almost immediately by another. On one of the larger approach islands, one of the main batteries was invisible behind a thick pall of smoke - it was unclear as to what had happened there, but the preceding flash did not bode well for the rebel garrison.

As soon as the blast faded, the grisly truth became clear - the destroyer Courageous had taken a hit in just the wrong place from one of the coastal defence guns, had broken in two with the detonation of the main onboard magazine, and was now sinking rapidly. However, Courageous had been the flagship of the 43rd Imperial Destroyer Squadron, and the second-in-command would now take over, unfortunately...

"All ships, execute Borderer! Repeat, execute Borderer!" the panicked call came over the main speaker of each ship's bridge, and the Commodore swore mightily as his tidy formation unraveled at the seams. The new CO of the 43rd Destroyer Squadron was a sprig of the aristocracy, and had never seen even simulated action before. His nerve broke, and he repeated the order.

Obedient to orders, the seven remaining destroyers headed out on sharply divergent paths, presenting an irrestistible target to the onshore gunners for those few seconds that it took the Commodore to restore order.

"Samuel! Get me the Vicious at once!"

"Done, Sir."

Captain Young's panic-distorted face looked out of the viewscreen.

"Captain, return to formation at once."

No response.

"Return to formation at once, damn you! I repeat -"

The viewscreen cut off abruptly - the destroyer captain had cut off the signal. Commodore Prentis looked at it, unable to believe what had just happened. Then his wits returned.

"General signal. All ships, this is the Flag! Return to formation at once! Repeat, return to formation at once!" Prentis' voice was irate, as he viewed the deaths of dozens of Imperial sailors, and the ruin of his own career, due to the cowardice of a subordinate.

Of the seven remaining destroyers, six obeyed the signal, slotting back neatly into the formation they had temporarily abandoned. ICNS Illyriania continued to provide covering fire, almost negligently obliterating a smaller battery in the process, and the Sting launched multiple heavy assault helicopters to rake the remaining batteries with rocket and machinegun fire.

ICNS Vicious continued to run, on a tangent from the rebel batteries.

As shots started to hit the vessel, the Imperial flag came down, and the destroyer came to a halt. The Vicious had surrendered to the enemy. With the Imperials sticking around, the odds of the rebels getting the destroyer seemed slim at best - the task force was making relatively short work of the coastal defence guns.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Hmmm. I wonder how many guards will come today - maybe only one, if they're busy elsewhere....at least, I hope so. I certainly can't take on two guards!

With that in mind, he banged out Wait to the Queen Mother, and curled up on the floor, in a carefully-chosen part of the cell....

Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The air convoy under Colonel Johnston was now over the capital. They had identified themselves to the air controller on their approach, which didn’t seem out of the ordinary and were cleared for landing.

The tilt-rotor transport planes began to touch down in front of the New Chalcedonian and Neo-Ixanian embassies with their cargo bay doors already open and Royal Guardsmen (commandos similar to the Black Pikes, SAS, etc.) jumping out to securing the landing area. The guards at the embassies looked rather tense and trigger happy, but hadn’t yet opened fire. Perhaps they were deterred by the helicopters providing cover. Johnston saw the actions of the guards at the New Chalcedonian embassy and grabbed his microphone and began broadcasting over the bullhorn, “Soldiers of the Revolution, we are here with the permission of Mr Nils Aho to evacuate all foreign nationals and diplomatic personnel who wish to leave the country. Please conduct an orderly handover of those you are guarding.”

One soldier began pensively approaching the convoy with rank slides indicating that he had some authority. Johnston, flanked by two guardsmen, went out to meet with this soldier, who seemed as if he had something to say.

OOC: Have I missed something? I assume that my ambassador and his family will be sent back to Ixania? Anywho, what have I missed so far in this thread?

OOC: Is this an appropriate time for my bombers to come into play, Chalcedon?

OOC: Not quite. Your bombers are attached to force Beta, which will be moving shortly.

OOC: Alrighty.

Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka

The Rebels clearly had very little chance to enjoy their initial success: one destroyer down, another surrendered. The onslaught of the assault helicopters started to roast the more visible gun turrets and dispersing the rebels operating them. However, many gun placements had also been dug straight into the grey bedrock of these rocky islands, and taking them out would be a far more difficult task: a good rocket shot would of course do the trick, but until then the guns kept firing, joined by anti-aircraft fire camouflaged in the woods.

Luckily, the rebels seemed to have another matter to worry about as well. One chopper gunner at least was caught by surprise when a solid-rock anti-ship gun placement he had taken in his cross-hairs suddenly exploded - without his finger pressing the trigger. There were also explosions coming from Turka harbour, but not where the missiles had landed.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

As Doukas waited, he began to hear the familiar footsteps of a guard walking in the corridor - and the clatter of a trolley, which usually meant it was time for the frugal nourishment provided for the prisoners, courtesy of the interim government.

The low but wide lid on the door fell forward, and a tray containing some manner of stew and a cup of milk was pushed inside...

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The frowning soldier approached Johnston and his guards with a clearly suspicious look upon his face.

"Captain Karhu, 1st Republic Jaegers. Do you have proof of your identity?" he asked with a no-nonsense tone of voice, his hands still holding the assault rifle which seemed to be a standard issue armament for these soldiers.

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Colonel Johnston gestured to his rank and the emblems on his uniform, “I trust these will establish my identity.” Handing a piece of paper to the captain, he continued, “This paper is a copy of the communication from Nils Aho, giving West Ithilien the authority to airlift foreign nationals and diplomatic staff held in your charge.”

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"You! Disease-ridden pox-mongering whoreson!" The badly-accented Rangerian insult sounded alien, coming out of the mouth of an apparentlyprostrate prisoner. "Not even the dogs in my nation are treated so meanly as you treat hostages! And now I am ill from bad food, you...you....." The Ambassador fell silent.

As he waited (hopefully) for the guard to approach, he counted steps - he'd measured them in his mind before starting this.

Northern Rangerian waters, Imperial battlecruiser Illyriania

Commodore Prentis was livid, and determined to retrieve the situation - he well knew that only an otherwise-flawless success could salvage the operations plan, not to mention his career.

"All units, proceed with Assault Plan Delta. Samuel, signal Admiral Scott - inform him that we're executing Odysseus, not Peleus."

"Aye, Sir."

With the emplacements having revealed themselves by firing upon the fleet, and the AA sites having done likewise by firing upon the gunships, the Imperials now had a roadmap of the defences, and switched from general assault to concentrated, island-by-island bombardment.

One by one, the batteries were silenced by Imperial firepower, and the asssault transport Sting started to glide forward, toward the harbour of Turka, escorted by the taskforce. A call went out in the area over general frequencies:

"City of Turka, this is Commodore Prentis of the Imperial Navy. We claim jurisdiction over this city in the name, and by the permission of, Michael Halsar, Fourth of his Name. Surrender promptly, and we will refrain from bomberdment of civilian areas. You have one hour to comply."

Commodore Prentis sat back in his chair. "There, if that doesn't bring rebel reinforcements running from Halsanki, I don't know what would. Samuel, remind Captain Mousalka to keep a strong early-warning lookout up there. Oh, yes - I'd almost forgotten. Get me a link with the Vicious."

"Sir, Captain Young is on the other end of the line." The comm officer's voice was scrupulously neutral, without any inflection whatsoever.

"Indeed. How....prompt. Put him through to my screen." Iason Prentis' voice, on the other hand, was grim.

"Sir, I -"

"Silence, Captain. You are as of this moment placed under arrest for treason, cowardice in the face of the enemy, desertion in time of battle, and violation of a superior officer's direct orders. You are not required to plead, and I cannot try you in this locale, or at this time. However, effective immediately, you are removed from command of His Imperial Majesty's ship Vicious, and ordered to proceed to the Illyriania, in order to await Admiral Scott's decision as to a court-martial for your actions. Have you anything to say, Captain Young?"

"Sir, you cannot remove me from command. Only His Majesty can! The Vicious will remove itself to the capital and seek His Majesty's judgement."

"Young, if your worthless ship moves so much as an inch in a direction I don't like, I'll blow her to scrap!" The full extent of the Commodore's fury was only just becoming apparent, but it was more than enough to cow the luckless Young.

"Aye, Sir."

"report on board at once, Captain. I'll detail a helo to take you to the Flag."

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The corridor on which the holding cells were located was long and narrow, and Doukas had counted approximately sixty calm steps under the trolley's rattle.

The peephole to the cell opened, and a pair of disgruntled eyes peered inside.

"What is it now?" the soldier growled, his eyes scanning the room from the peephole, the tray of food still resting on the lower lid, about waist level.


Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka

The smoldering battlements littered the islands as the New Chalcedonian fleet slid into position. On some shorelines, rebels were appearing out of the woods and onto the rocky shores, their hands held up in the air for a sign of surrender. Surprisingly, as some more keen-eyed sailors could see, some of these rebels were escorted to the shore by other, armed soldiers or even people in civilian garb.

The rebel commanders in Turka, however, remained silent. The rivermouth and the harbour were littered with debris, oily black smoke rising from where missiles had landed. There was nobody on the piers or on the streets, the shoreline buildings stood silent, as if they were nothing but haunted houses with shattered windows and burnt walls.

As the minutes dragged by, a garbled, static-ravaged message caught the ear of one Imperial radist. "Maj--- ksane ca---ng Imperial N--- erial Navy, d--- py? This --- or Ok--- of Tur --- istance cal--- the Imperial Na--- you copy?"

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Captain Karhu frowned as he studied the documents. "Hmph. Very well, all seems to be in or...", he began to say but was cut off by his walkie-talkie.

"Kaikki yksiköt, kaikki yksiköt, yleishälytys. Vihollislaivasto saapunut tasavallan vesille, uhkaa Turkaa. Aloittakaa toimenpide Lukko."

Karhu frowned and grabbed his walkie-talkie. "Keskus, tässä Karhu. Täällä on Länsi-Ithilienin sotilaita suorittamassa evakuointia. Pyydän lisäohjeita."

"Karhu, täällä keskus. Käskekää heitä lähtemään välittömästi. Jos he kieltäytyvät, tuli vapaa."

Karhu grunted an acknowledgement, his troops standing up, machine guns clicking as their safeties were turned off.

"Colonel, I must ask you to leave immediately. Leave our sovereign territory, you and your men."

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

“Captain, you underestimate our resolve. I cannot order my men home because you have pointed your rifle at me without facing charges for treason, dereliction of duty, desertion, and cowardice. My family would lose their honour and with them, the honour of all the families represented by these soldiers here. I cannot leave without a good reason, a direct order from my superiors, or the completion of my mission. The easiest way for you to get rid of us is to hand over those you are guarding.

Secondly, I am puzzled by why you are countermanding the orders of your head of state. You admitted that our papers are in order.

Thirdly, it would not look good upon your revolution if members of a humanitarian aid mission were executed by those who had authorized them to proceed. Your revolution is already in drastic need of allies; I don’t think you can afford to shoot me and so eliminate any hope of any foreign assistance. I trust you have also weighed the odds of you and your men against those of my heavily armed helicopters.”

Captain Johnston was stalling for time. He knew he had one last chance to accomplish parts of the mission he had been given; if he gave his men enough time to act. The armoured drop doors of the transports had been closed, protecting those inside. The squads nearest the embassies had begun to retreat to the cover offered by the transports and the accompanying attack helicopters. The teams securing the opposite side of the street had begun to disappear among the nearby buildings to find cover that wasn’t readily available out in the street.


Admiralty House

An emergency meeting of the Military Advisory Council, consisting of the Chiefs of Staff and several members of the nobility was just starting when the Prince walked in. “Your Majesty, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Chief Constable Turner began. “The Northern Rangerian Airlift in currently in jeopardy. The rebels are no longer honouring in their word and are currently threatening to execute the mission, if they don’t leave immediately. There are some smart members on that airlift who are providing us with live video feeds and updates on the combat area which are displayed on the video screens. We need to know how far you are willing to go in this conflict zone. We could continue our position of neutrality, or could prepare to support either side. We need your direction in this immediately to plan our strategy.”

“I have been briefed on the intelligence gathered on the convoy’s approach. Based on the observations from the University, Parliament, hotspots, and this new information, I have no reason to doubt the New Chalcedonian information on this conflict was correct. Prepare our forces to support the Royalist side. I will not support any usurper who has no honour or concern for his people.” The Prince responded.

“We have some concern regarding our current fleet status. As we have a small but highly trained military, we don’t have a suitable number of available ships unless you authorize us to deploy your Royal Guard Fleet into the conflict area. The First Fleet is currently undergoing a refit, the Second is on coastal defence, and the Third already deployed, leaving us with no further men to deploy.”

“Very well, you may deploy my fleet. Spare no expense putting this crisis to an end.”

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Some of the rebels in the back - young men, most of them reservists or having only finished their basic training by the looks of it - looked at each other, silent murmuring passing through the lines while they still held their assault rifles in the ready position.

"Colonel, don't play me for a fool", Captain Karhu spat, his assault rifle rising. "We just received news of an invasion fleet in our territorial waters. Now tell me, which is more likely? That this is just a happenstance... or you are actually here as a preliminary invasion force, coming in under a false flag of truce?"

"Kapteeni, tämä ei ole oikein", one of the soldiers in the back, a weatherbeaten man with the tags of a lieutenant on his collar, suddenly spoke up. He spoke in Rangerian, but his tone was that of questioning, uncertainty. "Heitä ei ole tarpeeksi maihinnousuun. Miksi he yrittäisivät...?"

"Hiljaa!", the captain barked, not even turning to look at the man behind him. The lieutenant's jaw clenched, his words cut off.

"Colonel, I will tell you this only once", the rebel captain snarled, his assault rifle now aimed at the West Ithilien officer's chest. "Order your men back. Now."

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Colonel Johnston turned and spoke into his microphone ordering his soldiers to hold position, but conveniently turning off the authentication module on his radio, effectively countermanding his own orders while still making a show for the rebel captain.

Returning to the captain, “That will be satisfactory. I am not so foolish to order my men to show themselves, nor they stupid enough to obey, so that you can kill them all. Perhaps you fail to understand that we highly value honour. HSH The Prince of West Ithilien gave his word that this would be a humanitarian mission, and so it shall be.

If I was trying to invade, I wouldn’t be coming in with empty transports, few soldiers, and the transports would certainly not have landed. Yes, we do have a fleet at the edge of your territorial waters, which is currently stationary. It is providing us with backup support, not invading your country, which may change when the Prince hears of the duplicity with which we have been received.

You seem to like waving that rifle. Shoot me and you will make a martyr, and dishonour your homeland. You and your men stand no chance against my helicopters; show some courtesy and quit pointing that rifle at me.”

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"You- you-....you bastards! I'm dying here, fool! What can you do to me, that you haven't done already! You could beat me, idiot, and it wouldn't hurt! Why not take a chance to insult you along the way..."

The Ambassador gave a great groan, and fell silent. He was banking on the fact that the rebels would see him as a hostage of significant value, and that the soldier would rather not bcome the messenger shot for a bad message.

Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka

Commdore Prentis frowned at the speaker. Clearly, there was jury-rigged radio on the other end...

"All units, cease fire! I think these are Royalists or civilians - either way, I don't want a hair on their heads scratched, is that clear? Samuel, do what you can with the enhancement programs and the sensitivity of the arrays - see if you can pick up something clear from that gibberish. In the meantime, put me on. I need to let them know that we're not hostile to the populace."

His voice went out over the radio.

"Royalists of Turka, this is Commodore Prentis of the Imperial Navy. Your signal is breaking up, however I will be sending a launch to the east of the city with a landing party to facilitate communications. Please either boost your signal or send people to meet the party. Commodore Prentis, over."

Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki, Imperial carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott looked amazedly at the speaker - Case Odysseus, now?! What kind of meat did the Commodore eat? Still, ops plans rarely survived contact with the enemy.....

"Fleet, this is the Flag. Assume Formation Bravo-Three, and execute Odysseus now!"

The same shapes seen off Turka began to deploy astern of the assault transport, the carrier and the remaining battlecruiser. Meanwhile, the formation maneuvered into a rough semicircle that placed the battlecruiser between the carrier and the transport, at the centre of the formation.

The Bulgaroknoctos began to launch Eurofighters - four squadrons' worth. An astute observer, watching the launch, may have noticed an odd look about the weapons hardpoints of these aircraft...each seemed to mount a pair of missiles, not just one.

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

"Go on, then", Captain Karhu sneered. "Order them to fire. That will be plenty of excuse for..."

Click.

The sound that a service pistol makes when its safety is turned off is something no soldier likes to hear.

Especially when the pistol is pressed against the small notch at the back of your skull, just above the juncture of the skull and the spine, and under the back edge of a composite helmet.

For Captain Karhu, this was exceedingly surprising, since the man holding the gun against the back of his neck was the lieutenant who had spoken up just a moment earlier.

"Captain, I'm relieving you of your duty", the lieutenant said as he quickly removed the captain's walkie-talkie. "Drop your weapons, sir."

The captain, of course, had little choice at the moment. His eyes practically burning with rage, he lowered his assault rifle and dropped it to the ground. The lieutenant nodded, and two soldiers removed his service pistol and knife as well.

"You're going to burn for this, lieutenant", Karhu snarled as the lieutenant kept him at gunpoint, pressing him to his knees.

"I'm sure, sir", the man just answered, looking up at the colonel. "Do what you have to. But be quick. The city will go in lockdown, and I can't promise how long it will be before the brass orders AA fire on your helos."

Just then, as if confirming the lieutenant's words, the deep howling of the air alarm system began to howl from the city centre...


Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Doukas? Answer me!" the guard called out. "Answer me, goddammit!"

When he heard no answer, the guard cursed in Rangerian. There was a rattle of keys, and soon the heavy door was pushed open. The soldier leveled his assault rifle at where he had heard Doukas yelling, clearly taking no chances...



Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka

There was a moment of static, and then the message began to sound again, this time a lot clearer.

"Commodore Prentis, this is Major Oksane, of Turka Royalists. We caught your approach to Turka, and we're ready to offer assistance", the calm voice at the other end spoke. "We have a mole in their HQ; they plan to use their hour to dig deeper into the city, so you will have to bomb them out. Most likely there's already air support and reinforcements on the way."


Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki

As the capital city of Northern Rangeria, Halsanki had more advanced defenses than Turka or any other major ports in the region. Fort Isosaar had most likely located the New Chalcedonian fleet already and issued an alarm. With any luck, Aho had indeed dispatched troops from this rebel stronghold to boost the defenses of Turka - or at least drawn troops from the northern front, away from Tamberg.

Still, the direct assault on Halsanki would be a much harder battle.

"Force Beta, Force Beta, this is Royalist destroyer HMS Haikala", a frantic message on a Royalist frequency suddenly echoed. "We've located a formation of rebel ships sailing westwards, towards Halsanki. ETA three hours. Moving to intercept. Over."

Sergei Kalinin looked calmly out the window to see new developments around the vicinity of the embassy but was not really afraid to see them since he'd been accustomed to the problems of Rangeria and their effects on his life. His wife and daughter were busy hoping for a way to get back home since the civil chaos was really ruining any chances of them hoping to experience Rangeria. The security guards were up in arms and taking up positions while Sergei walked outside to get a further look at his surroundings. He did not look too saddened or fearful about anything but rather was calm and collected. He usually was calm in the face of danger. It was common. He spoke to his security guards briefly and then decided to look around for some tanks. Hopefully he'd find a way to avoid destruction and a way to, perhaps, get everyone back to Ixania until this situation could be resolved.

OOC: I am Myakka btw. :D

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The Ambassador was in plain view, but writhing slightly in apparent agony, his face turned away from the soldier.

Doukas waited, waited....for the soldier to take just four long or five short steps, with the spider-like patience for which his House was famed.

Northern Rangerian waters, Imperial battlecruiser Illyriania

"Good. Good. Just what the ops plan called for, Major Oksane. We want the rebels to think they can win here - we want them to devote massive forces to winning here. Let's leave Turka alone for now - I'll send Marines ahore, and you can deploy with them to delay and incapacitate the rebel reinforcements. One of the things those Marines will be carrying spares of is man-portable SAM launchers. Now, Major, if you'll excuse me, I have a few calls to make..."

He turned to his comms officer. "Sam, inform Force Foxtrot that they are a go. Inform Captain Mousalka that I'll want half of her air element to aid the Royalists to the east of Turka, and the other half to drop Force Foxtrot in the pre-arranged drop locations further east."

Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki, Imperial carrier Bulgaroknoctos

The Admiral frowned at his display, composing his orders within his mind.

"Joyce, send a signal to the Royalist fleet. Call them here at once - we can collect the western islands later. Also, call the Haikala - I want any specific information they've got on the rebel fleet. Eve, signal the fleet - we're moving out, a little to the East - I don't want to fight in these waters. Launch a salvo against Fort Isosaar, and try to smash any naval ships at anchor in the harbor, as well as any operational airfields or coastal defence batteries. Captain O'Reilly is to use his helicopters to scout for any defence batteries that have stayed silent. And send word to Colonel Arl to stand by for Flyswatter."

The chorus of "Aye, Sir"s was tense, but not grim or depressed.

The Moesia had, as the Illyriania earlier, deployed ten pods astern. The Hornet, as the Sting, had deployed six. And the Bulgaroknoctos deployed twelve astern.

Between the twenty-eight pods and the internal or box launchers aboard the frigates and the larger ships, the total missile launch against Halsanki's military facilities amounted to four hundred and fourty missiles - eight from each frigate, twenty-four from the Moesia, sixteen from the Bulgaroknoctos, and three hundred and thirty six from the pods.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Voi paska", the guard cursed under his breath and walked towards the twitching New Chalcedonian, still keeping his assault rifle ready. "Hey, are you okay...?"



Northern Rangerian waters, Turka

The Royalists had transmitted a safe location co-ordinates to the New Chalcedonians. The city harbour itself was still held by rebels, but a small marina located near the dry docks of Borealis Shipyards had been taken by Royalists. It was there that a squad of Jaegers were waiting, hoping to see New Chalcedonian speedboats...



Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki

As it had been in Turka, the fireworks display of missile fire hitting Fort Isosaar, the rebel ships and defence embankments around Halsanki harbour was a sight for sore eyes. The heavy walls of the Fort crackled and fell down, her own guns beginning a barrage to pound any ship foolish enough to come close, missile embankments returning fire, AA guns striving to shoot the New Chalcedonians out of the sky. Here the island defenses were more organized, volleys of anti-ship fire launched in unison. And even though outdated, they were used with frightening efficiency.

Still, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and O'Reilly's helos managed to take out a heavy gun placement that left Fort Isosaar's left flank relatively vulnerable. There were still gun placements on the Fort itself, but the supporting guns could no longer keep helos from assaulting the island fort proper.

Haikala's answer was quick and brief. "We have two destroyer squadrons of four approaching Halsanki, two battleships plus an attack sub. We're preparing to intercept, they can't use their full firepower in the archipelago."

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

Colonel Johnston thanked the lieutenant and ran into the embassy followed by his men. “People of New Chalcedon” he began shouting, “All of you who wish to leave Northern Rangeria should now board the transports in front of the embassy.” Grabbing the first Chalcedonian he ran across, he asked “Where is Ambassador Doukas?”

Embassy of Neo Ixania, Apinakissa Street, Halsaki

A soldier walked past the revolutionaries surrounding the embassy, up to the Neo Ixanian Guard at the gate. “Please inform the Ambassador that all who wish to leave Northern Rangeria are free to board the transports waiting outside.”

OOC: West-Ithilien, the Ixanian Ambassador is outside. :D

Sergei overheard the soldier and smiled as he walked towards the gate and the guard to greet the soldier and inquire further into the transports. "Where are these transports located? I'm interested in getting myself and everyone in my embassy out of here if possible. Can you tell me more about the transports, soldier?"

(Bump. For great... um... justice?)

(Launch every Zig)

Neo-Ixanian Embassy, Halsanki

The soldier turned, slightly startled to see the Ambassador outside his embassy and motioned to the four tilt-rotor aircraft sitting in the middle of the street in front of the embassy. “There is room for 160 people on board the aircraft. They are headed straight back to West Ithilien, from where you will be flown to your final destination. If you wish to board, you must do so quickly; there is little time. If you need more space, we will make arrangements with the transports up the street at the New Chalcedonian Embassy.”

Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki, Imperial carrier Bulgaroknoctos

The incoming missile fire fared poorly - the fighters seemed to have had their missile load-outs optimised for the task of shooting down missiles, rather than the usual general-porpose loadout, and "did a number" on the incoming fire. The cannon-fire was even less effectual, as the Imperial ships had learned from their comrades' difficulties near Turka: they attempted to avoid entering cannon-range of any known defensive emplacement. The helicopter wing was another matter, and Captain O'Reilly's face grew glum as he realised that his airwing, while it had largely achieved its objectives, had been reduced by over a third.

Admiral Scott looked at the displays - and winced. Just as usually happened when an incomplete force launched an attack, his units were having a hard time of it, although no ships had died yet. He looked at the incoming fire, and noticed something - no missiles or aircraft were incoming from Halsanki itself, even though the Imperial fleet was within missile-range of the city.

He tensed, and his hand flew to the com-stud on his command seat. "Colonel Arl, this is the Admiral. Abort Flyswatter. Repeat, abort Flyswatter!"

The voice that came back was definitely confused. "Sir?....Those are a significant number of -"

"Colonel, this is not a debating society! Abort your missile defence of this taskforce - now!"

The flood of defensive missile coming from the Eurofighters abruptly diminished to a trickle, then stopped altogether.

The Admiral picked at another com-button on his chair, this one preprogrammed to send a transmission of a certain frequency. "Roman bombers, this is Admiral Scott. I've received reports of a rebel squadron coming on us from the east, and I'd like you to take it out. However, there is also a Royalist squadron in the area, heading to join us - it is comprised of eight destroyers and two battleships, as well as an attack sub."

That finished, Admiral Scott looked across at Lieutenant Metzinger, his com-officer. "Joyce, get me the Haikala."

"You're on, Sir."

"HMS Haikala, this is Admiral Scott. I appreciate the Royalist Navy's offer of assistance, and I gratefully accept. We believe that the rebels are up to something sneaky with the missile launchers near Halsanki - can you tell me if the Army has any mobile launching units, or if the city of Halsanki itself has any fixed positions? We aren't getting any launches from anything but the island batteries."

Northern Rangerian waters, near Turka
(OOC: Roma, remember that "Force Foxtrot" includes Roman SpecOps forces.)

Commodore Prentis watched the fast boats heading to shore, and turned his attention back to the main harbour. The battle here appeared to be well in hand, with no naval-scale movement on the rebels' part, and the delinquent Vicious once again under Imperial control. The main challenge at this point would be to maintain the illusion that the rebel forces could win, which they were in no shape to do now, so that the leadership in Halsanki would not simply write off the city.

Borealis Shipyards, near Turka Harbour

The Jaegers' hopes were not to be disappointed. They soon saw over a dozen speedboats heading their way, followed by the bulk of a large assault transport behind them.

The Sting was deploying the full complement of her ground troops, as well as all her carried weapons, to this dockyard, in order to aid the Royalists' offensive - and enhance co-ordination.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

(OOC: I'm going to assume that he moved the full distance, else the Ambassador ain't twitchin'. That being the case, it's your call on what happens now.)

As the guard crossed that mentally-drawn line in Doukas' mind, he sprang into action.

With a speed that defied the eye, the Ambassador shoved his central body mass out of the line of the guard's rifle, then launched himself at the guard, hoping to grab his throat and throttle him to prevent an outcry. He didn't want to kill the guard - he had questions for the man.

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

The ruckus raised by the Ithilien arrival was enough to draw a stern-looking older woman out from the main building, clad in the whites of Healers' service.

She swiftly assessed the situation, and informed the Colonel, "Ambassador Doukas has been taken away by the rebels, as has the second-in-command of the Embassy. I am Herodotia, the Healer of this Embassy, and both myself and the other fifty-nine people in this compound would much appreciate removal - carefully, as there is a badly-wounded man with us."

She waited patiently for the Colonel's response, while the adjutants throughout the compund began organising people and minimal belongings to move.

(OOC: Neo_ixania, I hope that the Ambassador doesn't forget the CD that he got some time ago......)

Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki

"Admiral Scott, this is the Haikala. Fort Isosaar should have missile placements, and if the rebels were waiting for a naval attack on Halsanki, it is possible they have mobilised some of the artillery from Niinesalo. There's a curious lack of air activity, though... we hope the boys in the Air Forces managed to sabotage their ability to launch fighters."

There are some great truths that relate to unwarranted optimism. The most famous of these is that you should never say "Well, it can't get any worse than this", or more specifically "At least it isn't raining". The captain of the Haikala had inadvertently triggered one of these infuriating and deceptive traps of Fortune, because just then the radar began to pick up approaching targets from the north. And sure enough, a squadron of F/A-18C Hornets began their assault, cutting directly towards the New Chalcedonian fleet. These were not as maneuverable as the New Chalcedonian Eurofighters, but they were piloted with an almost animalistic ferocity.


Borealis Shipyards, near Turka Harbour

The Royalists greeted their allies warmly, but clearly ready to dispense with the pleasantries and get to work. As always, time was something of a luxury.

Here in the south the devastating effect of the rebellion was clear: the Jaegers had apparently been building a resistance movement with minimal supplies, most of their heavy weaponry and vehicles either fallen under Rebel hands or sabotaged. The lack of missile defence was also accredited to the Jaegers destroying the missile control systems before retreating.

Still, spirits were high with the arrival of the New Chalcedonians, and information was shared quickly. The Northern Rangerians had the advantage of working on their home territory, and new intelligence on rebel weapon placements and other military targets was coming in swiftly. Turka was a rather small city surface-wise, most of the buildings quite low instead of large high-rises, though these existed as well, located in what was called 'ITville', a hotspot of information technology and the new money it had brought to this young nation.

The rebels had also pinpointed three major freeways that the Rebels were likely to use in bringing in troops to strengthen their control on Turka: Route 34 headed north, towards the relatively agrarian parts of the province where there were two major garrisons. According to the Jaegers, these were not a serious threat, as most of the soldiers there had stayed loyal and retreated to the woodlands. Thus, the rebel presence there was not a threat.

Route 35, on the other hand, headed northeast from Turka, towards Tamberg. So far the northern border had remained untouched (as planned), so it was likely that the Rebels would send in heavy artillery and tanks from Tamberg to keep out a more imminent threat.

Route 12, heading east, was the major freeway connecting Turka and Halsanki, and for the first twenty kilometers it closely followed the Turka-Halsanki railway, both of which could be used for incoming reinforcements that had been dispatched before the fleet had attacked Halsanki.

In any case, they had little time to dally and plenty to do. Luckily the Northern Rangerians had regained some of their mobility in form of APCs - either captured from the rebels or "returned" by deserters.


Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Häl-ack!", the guard managed to begin before he felt the suddenly revived ambassador's hand on his throat and felt him being throttled. The guard's back hit the wall, the sudden slam making him drop his assault rifle with a clatter. He reached for his belt to pull out his knife...

Northern Rangerian waters, heading inland east of Halsanki

"Roger that Bravo Commander. This is Banshee one. I have two accompaniments with me. Will the friendly forces in the vicinity be a problem? Over,"

The three B-54 Night Falcons (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9570516&postcount=245) sped towards their targets at supersonic speeds. While they patiently waited for a response from the Admiral, their bomb bay doors opened and they prepared to drop a couple dozen Mark 82s on the enemy squadron (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_82_bomb). Spread out as they were it was unlikely that they couldn't hit the enemy no matter how small the target.

Northern Rangerian waters, near Halsanki, Imperial carrier Bulgaroknoctos

Admiral Scott replied quickly to the Roman transmission. "Banshee One, the only Royalist or Imperial forces in that area to the best of my knowledge is a formation of two battleships and eight screening vessels. The Ithilien forces are to the west of the Imperial forces and Halsanki, and the Royalist flotilla out of Port Marie is further west of that."

"In short, the only warships you should find, other than the Royalist force, are rebel forces. Given that this is a war zone, giving the benefit of the doubt is not entirely appropriate. Admiral Scott out."

Northern Rangerian airspace, near Halsanki

Colonel Arl received the signal from the flagship. "Let none of them reach attack range, Colonel." He grinned wolfishly, and replied "Aye, Admiral." Switching to a speciic squadron frequency: "Squadron One, attack! Maximum-range intercept, guaranteed kills!"

Using the already-fabled speed and maneuverability of the Eurofighter Typhoon, the lead squadron of the Imperial taskforce accelerated towards the enemy.....

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The Ambassador decided that the soldier was not one of the smarter examples of military thought around, so he decided to reinforce the lesson by banging the soldier's head against the cell wall again - this time, a little harder.

The violent motion was accompanied by a hissed "How long will it take, fool? I won't kill you if you make no trouble..."

Borealis Shipyards, near Turka Harbour

The stern marine Major who led the Imperial ground forces proved to be more than willing to co-ordinate efficiently with his Royalist allies, as well as recognising and using their superior knowledge of the local area.

However, he was adamant on one point: on no account must rebel troop transfers from Tamberg be hindered past a certain point, although he refused to reveal the reason why. He also insisted that the more rebel troops out of Halsanki, the better.

(OOC: Roma, are you looking for ships or ground objects as targets?)


Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The Hornets accelerated, clearly intending their missiles for doing some damage at the command vessels. Still, the threat of the Eurofighters was real enough, and the fighters dispersed into wings of three, beginning their assault run on enemy planes, to cull the herds, so to speak.

With the Hornets offering a much-needed break in air-to-ground bombardment, Fort Isosaar sprang to action. While the enemy planes had done damage to their coastal guns, they still had an ace up their sleeve: depots that had been dug in years past into the solid rock of the island opened their doors, and mobile missile launchers drove out of their shelter, taking their positions along the breakwater. They weren't numerous, only about a dozen, but each carried an Exocet (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exocet) missile launcher on it - launchers that were now turning towards the New Chalcedonian fleet, busy with other targets.


Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The soldier still tried to struggle, but the line of "aggressive persuasion" that the ambassador used seemed to be taking effect - if for nothing else, than because of the pain. The soldier's grip on his knife loosened and it dropped on the floor. The rebel soldier was no looker at the moment, his face covered in blood, his nose broken from the slamming.


Borealis Shipyards, near Turka Harbour

The Jaeger commanders seemed discouraged by this notion that they were to just wait and see when it came to making sure that the reinforcements would not reach Turka. Still, they had received their orders from their superiors, and knew better than to argue about the greater order of things.

Like Halsanki, Turka had largely been deserted, or the population had retreated to the WWII-era bomb shelters that had been dug into Vahtivuori Hill, a large granite hill that rose from the eastern bank of the River Aura. The hilltop with its 19th-century observatory had been received scattered fire, the rebel observation post still intact there. Most likely the hill would be re-armed with anti-aircraft guns, if the rebels still had any. At least that would follow the rebels' current modus operandi: the hillside in the north and just below the ragged, thirty-meter-high cliff to the south were built with civilian buildings, so there was a good risk of collateral damage.

Most rebels, however, were likely already digging into the cityscape, planning to make their removal as painful and difficult as possible for the New Chalcedonians. Urban fighting was always dirty and nasty, and such operations would make the locals resent even those who would win.


Rebel-held Tamberg

In the larger scheme of things, both in warfare and in time of peace it is easy to forget the little man. Your average Joe, whether a rebel or a royalist, civilian or soldier, political activist or the type who places more interest in the Northern Rangerian Idol than in matters concerning the body politic.

In this case, this little man, this average Joe, was one Tave Riekkola, private. Like many of the politically active rebels he had a strong anti-royalist streak in him, mostly due to his upbringing. For him and others the Principality's return to a nigh-direct monarchy after the War of Independence had been a disappointment, changing one tyrant to another. And while the young prince had proved less of an absolutist and more of a reformer, tightly-held political ideals are not the type that can usually be changed with facts.

For men like Riekkola the rebellion was just what the doctor ordered. At least Aho would turn this backwater of a Principality into a democratic state.

These, however, were not Riekkola's current thoughts as he sat in his outpost, looking across the Tamberg Rapids that ran across the city. The deep thrumming of the water down the rocky slopes from the old power plant was music to his ears. Despite the news of battle from Halsanki and Turka, he was calm. The royalists were getting desperate if they were willing to get foreign soldiers to do their dirty work, that was for sure. They knew their time was nigh, he chuckled to himself as he searched his pockets for a lighter. After all, the rebels had already established their positions in Tamberg, and the royalists had not even tried to take the city back.

The war would be over soon.

In that military analysis, private Tave Riekkola was absolutely correct. The war would be over soon.

At least, for him.

Just as he pulled out his lighter and brought it to the cigar on his lips, he heared the air alert sirens go off - and a sudden whistle. He looked up and realized he was standing in a location that gave him a most rare view: that of a ground-to-ground missile cutting towards him.

Private Tave Riekkola's mouth opened to voice a not-so-political expletive, but this new analysis was lost in a deafening explosion that ripped his body apart and threw these shattered remains into the Rapids, one hand still holding a lighter.

As the river carried Riekkola's remains away, more explosions were coming from all around him, more alerts were being radioed from outposts around the city, more incoming fire and planes were reported by radar and observation posts.

The battle for Tamberg had begun...

OOC: Depends what NC was describing when he said a "squadron". I'll held my post off for now until I know for sure.

(Bump)

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Halsanki

After listening to the Healer, Colonel Johnston replied, “There is more than enough space for you on my transports. Please board quickly as there is little time. We must be gone before the capital comes under direct attack. Since your embassy has already been attacked, I strongly suggest that you destroy or bring with you any important documents you still have. I am sorry to hear about HIH. I trust his family is still here unharmed.”

Troops that had been bunkered down across the street began running forward into place to assist in loading people into the transports. Johnston waved a medical team over, “Sergeant, please assist the Healer to prepare any wounded for transport.”


HSMS Highlander, Northern Rangerian Waters

Planning his strategy, Admiral Snowbourne continued his meeting with his officers. “As soon as the convoy departs from Halsanki, the fleet will turn around and begin heading back to Ithilien. Proceeding at half speed, we will keep the convoy within range of our air support. The convoy will fly over, and the 30 aircraft from our fleet will land while 15 will launch to take their place. Aircraft not landing will be refuelled by the midair refuelling aircraft. Once the exchange is complete, we will advance to full speed and return to Ithilien. Destroyers will fall back as the convoy turns and form a protective shield between the carrier and any who wish to pursue.”

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Halsanki

The hope of not being caught in the crossfire was becoming slimmer and slimmer. Already the harbour was under attack, booming explosions echoing from Fort Isosaar. A squadron of Hornets had flown over just moments earlier, but the West Ithilien planes were receiving scattered fire from the anti-aircraft guns. Perhaps they were mistaken for New Chalcedonian craft.

Inside the embassy, two men were still guarding the wounded man. The grey-haired old man was stable, but his attendants were still at edge. The Rebel incursion that had lead to the arrest of ambassador Doukas and his personal assistant had been a terrifyingly close call for them.

"What is it? What's all this?" one of them asked in English, standing up when he saw the West Ithilien soldiers.

OOC: WTF? What happened to my revious post? Oh well...also, Roma, I was taling about an incoming rebel squadron of ships.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki,

Admiral Scott knew what was what, and he knew that the rebels likely had something nasty in mind with those Hornets...

He reached a decision instantly. "Colonel Arl, destroy the incoming Hornets. Leave the Exocets to the ships' point defense."

Colonel Arl heard the order, and called to his flight squadrons "Break by wings - each wing attack a rebel fighter! None can survive!"

Each incoming fighter was intercepted by no fewer than three Eurofighters.

However, the warships were now as naked as they were ever going to be to the threat of the rebel ground-launched missiles.

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Halsanki

The Healer looked at the people who had spoken out of turn. "We are leaving now, thanks to these good people, and so is your grandfather."

Please, God, let the young fool get the hint.... For the first time in some years, the Healer prayed in earnest.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The Ambassador was quite vexed. He thought that he was being quite reasonable, but apparently this sentiment was not shared. He shook the head of the soldier, and asked quite cordially, "Now there, that's quite enough of that, don't you think? Just be reasonable, and I won't have to hurt you any more."

To emphasise his point, he released the soldier, picked up his gun, and aimed it at him.

OOC: Rest of post later...borrowed computer at present.

(Launch every Zig)

Neo-Ixanian Embassy, Halsanki

The soldier turned, slightly startled to see the Ambassador outside his embassy and motioned to the four tilt-rotor aircraft sitting in the middle of the street in front of the embassy. “There is room for 160 people on board the aircraft. They are headed straight back to West Ithilien, from where you will be flown to your final destination. If you wish to board, you must do so quickly; there is little time. If you need more space, we will make arrangements with the transports up the street at the New Chalcedonian Embassy.”

"It is possible, then, for everyone in my embassy here to be evacuated."

It did not take too long for the Ixanian embassy to be fully evacuated with everyone packing up as fast as they could while being directed by Sergei to enter the Ithilien aircraft amidst their wonder and fear that something bad could end up happening but it did not appear to be so. Sergei looked at the soldier and pushed his wife and daughter in front of him. "I demand that these two ladies be evacuated no matter what the cost."

Sergei smiled while watching the others. "I shall go to West Ithilien but I must make sure that the embassy is utterly evacuated before that occurs."

Over Northern Rangerian waters, approaching the enemy squadron

"Approaching enemy squadron, over. Banshee 2 and 3, on my mark release Mark 46's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_46_torpedo)."

"Roger that, Banshee 1", came the response from both of his wingmen.

"Lock onto targets...and...release the goodies.", he said each of them dropped half a dozen Mark 46 torpedoes into the waters. The torpedoes hit the water and, using their acoustic homing, began to hunt down the enemy squadron of ships like silent assassins.

Meanwhile the bombers circled high in the clouds above the ocean where they prepared to finish off any surviving ships with a solid hit from a Maverick (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AGM-65_Maverick).

(Sorry for being silent. Last weekend before returning to the University, gah...)

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The Hornets were beginning to come down, swamped by superior numbers. But they were selling their skins with a price, returning fire. Only a few broke formation and attempted to flee, while one hardball pilot actually turned his damaged plane into a nose-dive, turning the Hornet into a blazing missile headed straight towards the nearest New Chalcedonian vessel. The pilot ejected, his parachute opening along with a few other lucky ones who had managed to escape being brought down with their planes.

In Fort Isosaar, the Exocet launchers began to fire. A dozen trucks, each carrying a launcher set of six missiles, a missile bursting into action with two-second intervals... and they were clearly meaning this to hit hard, firing the launchers empty. Seventy-two Exocets were screeching through the air, towards the New Chalcedonian fleet...


Embassy of New Chalcedon, Halsanki

The young man frowned, but nodded. "If you say so, Healer", he said, his companion standing up as well.

"Careful, he's been shot", the other man called to the soldiers helping the older man up. "He'll need to be carried..."

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The man sputtered and spat out a tooth that had come loose from the "persuasion". He cursed in Rangerian, his eyes telling the New Chalcedonian to go **** himself... but nonetheless he lifted his hands up and behind his head, marking submission.

Over Northern Rangerian waters, approaching the enemy squadron

In the maze-like archipelago of the Principality's southern waters the missiles had to be dropped quite close to their target, lest they might be lost hitting shorelines or sandbanks.

The enemy squadron, consisting of a destroyer group and several light frigates sprang to action... but too late. The missiles connected, bursting ships into flame as their companions opened fire, trying to shoot the Banshees out of the sky.

And if that wasn't enough, the Royalist ships joined the fray, firing at their former brothers-in-arms. One of the escorting frigates suddenly erupted in flames as well, marking that there was at least one attack sub operating underwater.

OOC: Ahhh, back at last....

Borealis Shipyard, Turka

The Imperial Major looked at the hastily spread-out map in front of him. Markings indicated confirmed sightings of Royalist, Imperial and rebel forces, and the picture was indeed not good.

"The best I can suggest, Jaeger, is that we more or less wait them out. It is in our interest, with absolute air and sea control, to spin this out, anyway, and we can't dig them out by force without doing massive amounts of collateral damage anyway. If you have an alternative - say, a quick strike against their leadership - that would be wonderful, but otherwise...."

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Upon communications being established with the nearest ranking Imperial official - the Ambassador to a nearby country - Moular was, indeed, able to confirm his position as an Imperial agent, which boded well for the rest of his story to be true.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The fleeing Hornets hadn't a chance. The EuroFighters were much faster than the Hornets, and soon the Hornets had disappeared, one way or the other. Commodore Banton, aboard her flagship, issued the order: "Pick them up! Pick them up!" A dezen SAR boats fanned out from the Imperial formation to pick up the downed pilots.

The Hornet which had been aimed, kamikaze-like, at an Imperial warship, had managed to take a minor bit of revenge on the Imperial war machine. While the Moesia had been deploying her reloaded missile pods, the Hornet had struck astern, directly above the port through which the cables were fed, inflicting two dozen casualties and amputating the Moesia's ability to fire pod-based salvos.

Of course, as the Exocets screamed towards the Imperial formation, such considerations may have just been becoming moot....

Two minutes later

The launch of seventy-two Exocets would ordinarily have been a joke to air defenses supplemented by fourty-eight Eurofighters. However, the rebels' sucker-punch had drawn off the fighters at a critical moment, and only one fighter was able to launch counter-missiles against the incoming salvo.

Two Exocets died.

At the outer intercept zone, the long-range SAMs of the Imperial force accounted for another fifteen.

Seventeen were blinded or sucked-off to follow decoys by the warships' EW systems.

Short-range SAMs accounted for twenty-one, leaving seventeen for the last-ditch point-defense guns.

Twelve more were shot down, and the other five homed in on the largest target in sight, the carrier flagship Bulgaroknoctos. One shot just astern of the carrier. Three more hit forward, disabling the main takeoff/landing ramp until repairs could be made.

One hit the command tower, and armour plating buckled and shattered under the stress. Bulkheads burst into showers of splinters, and one deck in particular was worst-hit: the flag bridge.

Roy Scott gasped in horror as a splinter decapitated his tactical officer, then screamed in agony as another hit his command chair, slicing his left leg off at the knee and jerking him out of his shock-resistant straps.

Then, he knew no more.

Imperial Battlecruiser Moesia, Northern Rangerian waters

Commodore Banton scowled at the tactical display. The battle was going okay so far, but who knew how many more tricks the rebels had up their sleeves?

Her thoughts were interrupted by her comms officer.

"Commodore, signal from the flagship. Admiral Scott has been critically injured. Command has been transferred, Ma'am."

"Give me a general signal, Jen. Inform the other ships that this is now the flagship."

"Aye, Ma'am."

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Smart lad. Now, you have two choices: help me, or I will knock you out. Note - I will not kill you unless you force me to."

"Your choice."

Embassy of New Chalcedon, Apinakassa Street, Halsanki

Thank the Gods... The Healer's thoughts were not even similar to her carefully-constructed facial expression of purely personal concern. She gave orders to her assistants, carefully designed to maximise the injured man's ease-of-transport, as well as swiftly and efficiently packing up the Embassy's staff onboard the West Ithilien aircraft.

OOC: It's been awhile. Did I miss anything in my post?

OOC: I am lost. What exactly is going on now?

OOC: I am lost. What exactly is going on now?


Brief summary:

The Republic (that is to say, rebel-held Northern Rangeria) is under attack from Royalist, New Chalcedonian and Roman forces. Rebels are attacking from the northern front, while the New Chalcedonians and Romans are in the south.

Halsanki is under attack by a New Chalcedonian fleet, but so far the fighting is on the sea and in air - though the anti-aircraft guns pose a threat to the West Ithilien craft doing evacuation in the city.

And no, NC, you didn't miss anything :)

IC post later.

OOC: Before I log out for the night, I would like to know if there was there anything the Ixanian embassy recieved? A datastick or something?

Over Northern Rangerian waters, approaching the enemy squadron

"Hits confirmed. Threats neutralized. Lets fly by one last time to finish them off, over.", said Banshee 1 to his wingmen

"Roger that Banshee 1.", they both replied.

The bombers flew away, putting some space between them and the targets for now. They then turned around an sped towards the targets at high speeds.

"Targets locked...and..fire!", said Banshee 1 as he released a AGM-65 Maverick (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AGM-65_Maverick) from his wing and his wingmen followed suite with their own. They pulled away from the ships and guided their missiles to the remaining ships, or whatever was most intact.

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

The medical team brought in a stretcher, and carried the older, wounded man out to the transports while being accompanied by his “relatives.” The last of the squads which had been sent out to nearby embassies had returned and the transports were mostly full. The last of the people in the embassies had been evacuated and loaded into the transports. As the transports were secured and engines began to rev, the Colonel walked over to the rebel lieutenant. Handing over a silver gorget shaped in the form of an eagle, he began “This is the Eagle of Honour. We award it to honourable foreign soldiers on the battlefield. I hope we meet again in somewhat better circumstances...”

Suddenly an explosion was heard overhead. Looking up, Johnston watched as the pieces of one of his fighter escorts began plummeting to earth, while AA fire ripped towards the wingman who had just narrowly escaped. The last of the soldiers now broke and ran for their transports, drop doors sealed and the transports began to take off.

“This is Johnston. All aircraft break cover, full power, sprint homeward. Fighters, form up in two flights. The first provides an escort for the transports, the second will stay behind, and will destroy any installation that has or will fire upon us once we reach the sea. Helicopters are free to return fire on our way out.” The convoy skimmed low over the city, not quite at rooftop level, trying to avoid presenting a target to the gunners below.

Several minutes later...

As the convoy crossed over the coast, flying over the relative safety of the sea, the remaining 16 fighters began deploying their load of missiles and laser guided bombs at AA installations across the capital. The bombardment was primarily directed at the three installations which had shot down a total of seven of the escort planes the Third Fleet had provided before accelerating to make a run for the coast.


Third Fleet, Northern Rangerian Waters

The fleet had finished making preparations for the manoeuvres they were about to perform, when the orders came through. The fleet churned to life as the ships began to move and execute their turn to leave Rangerian Waters.

OOC: Neo-Ixania, you were given a CD, if I recall.

OOC: Neo-Ixania, you were given a CD, if I recall.

OOC: I was? Was it given to my Empress? Mr. Kalinin?

Borealis Shipyard, Turka

The Jaeger commander fell silent, contemplating the matter for a moment as these Principality men seemed to often do. They didn't talk, but their eyes moved swiftly on documents or maps, plans hatching inside their minds.

"They are too well dig in to make a direct assault on their HQ possible", the man said, lifting his eyes up. "But I believe we can blind them. I have men in my troops who are locals of the area. They say that they know a way up Vahtivuori Hill. The path is apparently too narrow for tanks or other heavy equipment, and it passes through several residential buildings. Tower blocks made in the sixties, you know. The rebels are building up an AA battery on the hill, and they are expecting assault from the sea, through the city. The backside of the hill is not as well-defended. We get up there, neutralize the guards, place some explosives, and blow the hilltop clean."


Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The officer who had supervised the communication seemed pleased at the situation, even though Moular still seemed unwilling to tell his real name and rank within the New Chalcedonian military intelligence.

"In case you haven't heard", the captain said as he was briefing Moular. "Your Emperor has joined forces with ours. There's an offensive going on in the south."


Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The sight of the burning Bulgaroknoctos would definitely boost rebel morale: The coastal guns began to fire again, concentrating their fire on bringing down this proud vessel and any that came near it. AA fire was now divided: apparently the West Ithilien convoy was also under fire, their escort planes attacking rebel placements.

Fort Isosaar's Exocet launchers were retreating, perhaps to be refitted with another set of missiles.

The Illyriania's radar also picked new contacts: planes, coming from north-by-northwest. But these planes... they contacted the New Chalcedonians.

"Bravo, this is the 1st Royal Northlanders. Need a hand down there in the south?"

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The bloodied guard spat again on the floor. "What do you want?" he grumbled.

Apinakissa Street, Halsanki

"Let's talk about medals when this is over, sir", the lieutenant just said, still keeping his commanding officer at gunpoint. He cursed then, hearing distant grumbling over the sound of the chopper and distant explosions.

"You better hurry... They are bringing in tanks from the suburbs..."

Borealis Shipyard, Turka

The Imperial commander looked sour. "I thought as much. Oh well.....so be it." Turning to his radio operator: "Get me the Commodore - I have an idea."

Imperial battlecruiser Illyriania, off Turka

(OOC: oops. The Moesia is near Halsanki. I shall start correcting various posts.)

Commodore Prentis frowned when he heard the Major's idea.

"Let me get this straight, Major: You want the battlegroup to launch an assault, directly into the rebels' faces, in order to distract them and give you the time needed to sneak up behind them?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I hope to God you're right about this, Major....but you're the man on the ground, so I'll go with your judgement."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't thank me, Major - there's no credit to share yet. Illyriania out."

He then ordered a line put through to Captain Mousalka of the Sting.

"Captain, this is the Commodore. Proceed with assault plan Delta."

"Aye, Sir."

The Sting began to disgorge her recently-refuelled load of assault helicopters. Had the rebels eyes to see throught the sides of the aircraft, they would have seen empty helicopters - the bulk of the force's Marines were already onshore, and Plan Delta was a diversionary assault.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

Commodore Banton cursed viciously as she saw the rebel concentration of fire. The carrier was the only place for the nearly-empty Eurofighters to land in any kind of time to be of further use. Time to do something about that..., she thought.

"Jen, signal the Hornet. Inform Captain O'Reilly that I don't want any of those Exocet launchers to get back to their bays. Then signal Fire Plan Beta - I want those guns destroyed!"

"Aye, Ma'am."

The remaining helicopters swooped toward the Exocet launchers, firing their last missiles as they went. And each of the Imperial destroyers accompanying this force began to fire upon rebel batteries in a co-ordinated pattern, silencing them swiftly and efficiently.

However, said batteries had taken a toll with their relentless fire upon the Bulgaroknoctos, and reports of further damage flooded into the bridge. Captain Metaxas turned to his comms officer. "Lieutenant, call the Flag and inform them that the Eurofighters will have to find another landing-site. The ramp is too badly damaged."

When the news was relayed to the Commodore, she cursed anew. "Damn and double-damn! Jen, inform Colonel Arl of the situation - he is to head north to the Royalist airfields. They may not have compatible armament to rearm, but at least his planes will survive. Also, ask the Royalist aircraft to start on the rebel airfields - I don't want any more rebel aircraft to make out lives any more difficult."

"Aye, Ma'am."

The Eurofighters swung around and began the long flight to the Northlands.

The Royalist aircraft received a signal: "Highlanders, this is the Imperial battlecruiser Moesia. Commodore Banton's compliments, and she'd rather that no more rebel aircraft be given opportunities to get off the ground. If you can do something about any SSM launchers you see, that would also be appreciated."

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"A hot meal would be nice, however, I'll settle for knowing where Cell 29 is for the moment. Also, I'd like a friendly escort - you - to make getting out of here much easier. You might as well start by cleaning yourself up, to make it believeable." The Ambassador pointed towards the sink.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Captain, I've already told you more than I really should - the location of the Blue hiding-place. I can also tell you that it appears that a significant number of rebel soldiers are looking for ways to defect, and that they seem to be not too terribly professional - my car was able to slip right past their checkpoint. But to tell you my rank within Imperial Intelligence would be going too far. Suffice it to say that you and I are relatively on a par with one another."

OOC: The CD was given to Ambassador Kalinin:

The Embassy of Neo-Ixania

The CD contained two files: an encrypted large file and a single, uncrypted video file, that once clicked showed a slightly unsteady camera view (most likely handheld) of Leo Savajev, the prince's aide. The old man looked more grim than a thunder storm, his major domo's livery replaced by a black uniform with a single silver star on either side of his collar. The background was a simple, whitewashed wall that could be from any government bureau, compound or even elementary school in Northern Rangeria.

"Greetings, ambassador", the old man spoke calmly, looking directly at the camera. "If you are reading this message, then I know that our mission was a success. I apologize for not using the proper channels to establish contact with you, but as matters are, we have very few luxuries of decorum. I trust that you will be silent of old Grigori's part in delivering this message to you. He is an old friend of mine, and I know he will punch me for asking him to risk his life like this."

"We both know what the situation is. As I am telling you this, His Majesty and I have made sure that Her Imperial Majesty, Anastasia II and her Imperial escorts have made safely across the border. God willing, they will be in Neo-Ixania before the day is over."

"It is, however, with a heavy heart that I must warn you: If you have the possibility of leaving Halsanki, do so without a moment's doubt. The Prince was still a child when Nils Aho was ousted from his position as governor-general, but many of us 'old guard' still remember the atrocities he committed."

"My only request is this: if and when you make out of Halsanki, take this CD with you. In it, is an encrypted file, His Majesty's plead of help from friendly nations. Talk with the lords of Constantinople, because after your mistress, he considers the Emperor his closest kinsman and friend. Keep this CD close, and should there be a risk of your embassy grounds to be ransacked by Aho's men, destroy it."

"If, however, you make it out of Halsanki and the 'Republic'... the password for the files is Her Majesty's favourite piece in the Gallery. My liege sends his regards for you, and his love and admiration for your mistress. God keep you safe, friend, and may we meet again soon, under happier circumstances."

The message went black again. So this was it... a confirmation that Anastasia II was safe. And a request of an honest man to another: they both served their rulers without hesitation, and as such a man had Leo Savajev made this request to Kalinin, speaking in riddles in case the message was intercepted.

Her Imperial Majesty, Anastasia II and her Imperial escorts

ooc dam good show that :)

Turka

The rebels had been beefing up the defenses at the rivermouth, but compared to the earlier barrage the defenses were scattered and lighter. The AA embankments on Vahtivuori Hill erupted, apparently at least one missile launcher had made its way up the hill.

Meanwhile, behind the hill, a group of Royalist sappers and Jaegers were running through empty courtyards between the tower blocks. They had made their way there on APCs until they came to a deserted road block. From there, the Royalists had led their new allies through backyards and alleyways, avoiding Rebel troops heading towards the river. Many of the people here had evacuated, but still there were some people who came to balconies and windows to see the running New Chalcedonian and Royalist soldiers.

A two-man recon patrol returned, reporting quickly to the Royalist captain. He then turned to the New Chalcedonians, and translated the message: "They say that the rebels have very light defenses on this side. They are not expecting an attack from the city. They've got guards posted along the road leading up the hill through the park, but we can take them out. I suggest that you take the sappers with you and make sure they get to set up their charges. We'll handle the rebels in the observatory."

Meanwhile, the Ilyriania was being hailed: the Royalist fleet was approaching through the archipelago, along with two aircraft carriers and four attack subs.


Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The lumbering Exocet launchers were easy to pick off, even though Fort Isosaar's AA guns managed to fire a salvo before they were silenced. The trucks blew up in fire and smoke, the few rebel soldiers by their sides trying to make a run for it, or jumping to the sea to avoid being blasted apart.

Fort Isosaar's guns were silenced for now, and most of the AA fire came from the harbour proper. The rebels were bringing in tanks and troops, planning to make the New Chalcedonians pay a heavy price should they try to invade.

"Roger that", came the response from the Royalist planes. "Sir, we picked up some of your traffic. Tell your pilots to head north-by-northwest. We have secured a civilian airfield sixty clicks in that direction. Expect little resistance. Over and out."

With that, the Royalist squadron changed heading, turning eastwards.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The soldier nodded and quickly washed himself. He still looked bad; broken nose, swollen upper lip, blood stains on his collar.

"Number 29... second door to your left", he said, standing up. The small name plate on his uniform identified this man as Pelli.

There was something going on in the courtyard as well; a truck was screeching as it came to a halt, loud yelling in Rangerian... either the rebels were making a run for it - or they were complete idiots and were planning to make their last stand at the palace.


Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"That will be enough, then", a new voice suddenly broke in, the captain jumping up and saluting. At the doorway stood a tall, greyhaired man. Unlike others here, he was not dressed in a soldier's uniform, but in an outfit that seemed like a combination of a servant's livery and an outdated military uniform. His jacket was pitch black, a line of silvery buttons holding it shut. His trousers were also black, as were his long boots. On his belt he carried a simple blade, and on his chest a single medal: a small piece of red enamel, carved in the shape of a tear.

"Mestari", the captain spoke, nodding deeply. That was certainly new... the officer had referred to this man with the word meaning 'master', or 'lord'.

"Dismissed", the grey-haired man continued in Rangerian, and the captain walked away, closing the door after him. The old man's eyes turned to Moular, and those grey eyes seemed to size the younger man up with casual ease.

"So... in what language should we talk? Rangerian? English? Or perhaps your own tongue?" the old man began, the last phrase uttered in Chalcedonian, though with an accent that marked him as a non-native speaker.


Over Northern Rangerian waters, east of Halsanki

The Banshees' last salvo, combined with the fire from Royalist vessels, seemed to break the morale of the rebels. Many ships were already badly damaged, sinking vessels blocking the narrow passages between the islands.

"Banshee Leader, this is Haikala. Hold your fire. The enemy is surrendering. Repeat: Hold your fire", came the call from the Royalist flag ship.

Tamberg, Northern Rangeria

The defences the rebels had built upon the city of Tamberg had been formidable just a few hours earlier, but the call for reinforcements to Turka and Halsanki had diminished their ability to withstand the full fury of tanks, planes and artillery that the Royalists were dishing out on them. And while the fight continued for the city center, major railway stations and thoroughfares were quickly either seized or destroyed.

Soon, Royalist APC and tanks were rumbling towards the south, preceded by air-to-ground planes in search-and-destroy mode for rebel placements.

Turka, Northern Rangeria

The Imperial Major nodded. "Certainly, Captain. I will take your sappers, and make sure that their walls come tumbling down. Give me a two minute lead time."

With that, he signalled a detachment of the Marines that had landed, and he and they started woking their ways up the hills ahead of the Royalist sappers, in order to cover their approach.

***

Aboard the Illyriania, Commodore Prentis watched the land battle unfold with satisfaction. Maybe this will get the job done, after all....

Then the hail came through.

"Royalist forces? Put me on."

"Your mike's hot, Sir."

"Royalist forces, this is Commodore Iason Prentis, of the Imperial New Chalcedonian Navy. Am I glad to see you! We were just wondering where some more firepower could come from....things are bogging down in the city."

"You can come on in - we've cleared away the rebel defense forces and emplacements."

Near Turka, Northern Rangeria

(OOC: I've put this in because you stated that troops went from Tamberg to Turka AND Halsanki. If that's not OK by you, fair enough :))

The bridge was starting to rumble with the sounds of rebel armour being transferred to meet the shock Imperial attack.

Nearby, the Roman SpecOps forces were ready to delay and hamper them....

(OOC: Yay, your SpecOps finally get to move, Roma! All hail the SpecOps! Ditto for west of Halsanki - you may want to do something there to help the Royalists....:hail:)

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

Commodore Banton watched the rebel launchers and guns fall silent with grim satisfaction. Thank God we're not here to actually launch a Marine assault! We'd end up paying for each and every inch of beach, and I for one would rather not relive Gallipoli in the twenty-first century.

She turned to her comms operator just as the woman was finishing thanking the Royalist pilots and relaying the instructions to Colonel Arl.

She looked up out of her bridge, at the Eurofighters that had veered north-west, and calmly ordered: "Jen, get me Captain O'Reilly. I have a little job for him...."

***Ten minutes later...***

The Imperial assault transport Hornet began unloading landing craft, and launching helicopters to support them, whilst the taskforce began shelling the harbour in earnest. The agile smallcraft left frothing wakes behind them as they raced toward the shoreline, apparently ingorant or uncaring of the rebel reception that awaited them....

Until they swung East, racing faster than heavy armour could hope to move. They rapidly outdistanced their rebel pursuit, and then swung back West, catching the rebel commanders flatfooted.

Soon enough, the rebel leadership worked it out - the Imperial craft were feinting. But which attack would be the real one?

(OOC: that's right, folks. My forces are simply going to distract the rebels, to allow the Royalists easy entry. Also, it would be kinda bad politics for foreign troops to liberate the capital - better leave that to domestic forces.)

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"All ready, man? Good! Let's go! Sorry 'bout the tooth..." Having gotten his way, the Ambassador was determined to be his charming best.

As they left the cell, Doukas asked: "What's all that fuss out in the courtyard, anyway? I've learned most of your language, but shouting and rapid speech can still defeat me from time to time."

Before the soldier could respond, he opened the door to Cell 29 and stepped back with a grand court flourish.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Ah, a Blood Tear. Very impressive...." Moular's words were in Chalcedonian

He sized-up the obvious nebleman before him, and then inclined his neck.

"How may I help you, milord?"

Northern West Ithilien Coastal Naval Air Base (NWICNAB)

As Colonel Johnston’s convoy set down on the runway, inspections began. Chalcedonian Inspectors thoroughly combed people’s documents before the process restarted for Ithilien Inspectors. Once people were through the inspections they were grouped according to their desired destinations, to get them back to their homelands. The wounded man was rushed to the military hospital under guard, with some consternation among his “relatives” when they weren’t permitted to leave the landing area.

Colonel Johnston approached the Neo-Ixanian Ambassador, his family, and the Chalcedonian Healer, and personally escorted them into a meeting room before passing them an official looking document surmounted by the Royal Coat of Arms reading:

Declaration of War

The Principality of West Ithilien can no longer consider itself neutral in the affairs in Northern Rangeria. A position of neutrality only allows for the unopposed propagation of evil, and the embattlement of those fighting for honourable causes.

No government shall engage in such treacherous acts as to encourage those providing humanitarian aid to those within its borders, and turn against those providing international aid and wilfully cause their death.

The flagrant disregard for the lives of the citizens, such as the lives of students in Northern Rangeria, cannot be dismissed.

The wilful duplicity and lack of honour shown by the interim government under Nils Aho, is to be condemned and the Principality supports the right of the Halsar Line to rule the Throne of Northern Rangeria.

Nils Aho is hereby declared and enemy of the Crown.

Signed:
The Prince of West Ithilien, by the Grace of God, Prince of West Ithilien, Lord Protector of East Ithilien, Duke of Northland and Westvale, Count Palatine of Avon, Lord of Meadowbrook and Beaversdam, Head of the Royal Line of Ithilien.

[End Proclamation]

Colonel Johnston switched on a video projector, “You might want to see these proceedings.”

The video feed showed a clip of Admiralty House, as the National Flag was piped off the flagpole, and the Military Banner (only flown in times of war) was raised. Another clip showed the Royal Guard Fleet, typically used to guard the Royal Family, sail out of harbour and off to war.

HSMS Highlander, International Waters

Admiral Von Snowbourne received his change of orders and promptly ordered the fleet to prepare for battle and change course to return to Rangerian Waters, and Halsanki. He also sent a text burst transmission to Admiral Scott.

Admiral Scott, this is Admiral Von Snowbourne. We have declared war on the rebels. My fleet is returning to Rangerian Waters to help with your efforts. Since you know the current situation, I suggest you provide some guidance on where my fleet would be best used. I currently have a light carrier as my flagship, three cruisers, eight destroyers and two resupply ships. The Royal Guard Fleet has set sail and will be here to assist with an unknown ETA.

Turka

Ahead of the New Chalcedonians went the Northern Rangerian Jaegers, silently moving up the hill, leaving behind only dead bodies whose throats had been cut - as well as on two occasions a guard who had surrendered and left to wait for pick-up with a Royalist assault rifle aimed at the back of their necks.

The Jaegers moved quickly towards the rotunda-like observatory on the top of the hill, moving in the forested park with casual ease. On the southern side of the hill were the gun placements, but the nerve center was the old observatory.

The Jaeger CO turned to look at his New Chalcedonian partner, and used hand gestures to tell a simple message: attack on the count of five.

Five... Four... Three... Two... One...


Meanwhile, aboard Ilyriania came the answer from the Royalist flotilla.

"Very well, Commodore. We will begin dispatching our fighter wings immediately. They will be there within half an hour. The fleet will meet you in two hours."



Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The shelling of the Halsanki harbour had left the area as a zone of burning wreckage and ruins. The water was choked with sunken civilian vessels and refuse from the explosions, but still the rebels refused to retreat.

Only to find out that the attack wasn't coming. The confusion in the shoreline was well-nigh tangible, the guns silent at the shoreline.

Nothing happened for almost half an hour - until distant fire could be heard, and then once more at the harbour. Assault rifle fire. The guns pointing towards the harbour were silent, but then soldiers began to jump over the sandbags, trying to run across the wide pier towards the water. Sharp eyes with binoculars could see a machine gun placement opening fire at the running soldiers, mowing them down while some managed to toss aside their weapons and dive into the harbour waters.

What the hell was going on in there?


Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

The Northlanders had not fooled the Eurofighters: just where they said an airfield would be, the New Chalcedonians found a small civilian runway. It certainly wasn't built for military purposes, but beggars can't be choosers.

And considering how low the fighter planes were on fool, beggars they were indeed.

The field was little more than a single runway with two hangars and an air control tower, connected to a nearby highway with a single winding road through the forest.

"Hello hello", the airwaves suddenly began to prattle in thickly-accented English. "Hello stranghe plains op theer. Are hyu Nu Kalsedoni? Tis is Vihte eer kontrol. Pliis rispond. Over."

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"The brass and the President are trying to make a run for it", the soldier grumbled as he stood there, hands in the air. "We were just told. The Royalists are approaching from the north. Very soon they will come here and shoot the prisoners."

"Not if I have anything to say about that", a new voice broke in from the cell, and Lady Leila Raikone-Halsar, the Queen Mother, stepped out of her cell. She was not dressed in royal splendour, only in the simple and functional business suit she wore as part of her duties as a curator in the local art museum. Despite two days' worth of dust and a split lip from "interrogation", she seemed well.

"Ambassador Doukas, I presume?" she asked as she straightened her jacket.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"First by leaving 'milord' for those who have such a rank", the grey-haired man answered almost rudely as he sat down. He moved very smoothly for a man of his age, and the way he carried his blade signaled that he did not wear it as a sign of status or an accessory as some people did on formal occasions. No, this man was a fighter.

"If you wish, you can call me 'sir'. That is more fitting, since based on what you told the officer there, I outrank you.", he added, speaking in the tone of a man who was used to giving orders and have them carried out with no fooling around. "Before we get to business, is there anything you require? Food? Drink? Cigarette?"

Turka

The Imperial forces leapt into action precisely on time, moving cover-to-cover and firing at the rebel troops in order to give the sappers time to do their jobs.

***

Commodore Prentis asked for the speaker.

"Royalist aircraft, my tactical officer will co-ordinate with your flight in order to gain the desired effects from your attack."

A new voice piped up. "Royalist flight, this is Commander Tzerkas, aboard the Illyriania. One of the main things we can use is air cover. We suspect that the rebels will shortly be able to get a few planes off the ground, and would rather not be their punching-bags."

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

"This is not a debating society, Captain O'Reilly! Send them in, on my authority!" Commodore Banton was clearly displeased with her senior ship commander about something, and it immediately became clear what, as the (near-empty) smallcraft launched by the Hornet turned toward the shoreline, raising white flags below the Imperial standard. Clearly, they were intent on doing something peaceful...like picking up deserting rebel troops, perhaps.

The comms officer spoke up timidly - clearly, she had learned when it was not best to intrude on her CO's temper. "Commodore?"

"Yes, Jen?" The effort that Banton was making to control her voice was considerable and obvious, but it was clear that this matter had best be important.

"I have a transmission from Admiral Snowbourne. It's for Admiral Scott, but with the situation, I thought it best to pass it on."

"Put it on my speaker, Jen."

After listening to the Ithilien Admiral's message, she signaled Jen to give a live mike to her chair.

"Admiral von Snowbourne, this is Commodore Banton, CO of the Imperial warship Moesia and, with the injury of Admiral Scott, commander of the Imperial squadron off Halsanki."

"Primarily, what we need is more air cover, as our carrier has been damaged enough to prohibit refuelling for at least an hour. Also, there appears to be some chaos in the rebel forces in Halsanki, anda ground force may prove to be useful."

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"Vihte Airfield, this is Colonel Arl, of the Imperial Air Force. have we permission to land?" The Colonel kept his owrds measured and his tone even, despite the increasingly bad fuel situation.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Well met, My Lady." The Ambassador attempted to retrieve his usual savoir-faire, but it was a hollow effort. He then turned back to the soldier.

"Who is 'they"? The rebel or royalist forces? Further, is there an armory or such nearby?" His plans seemed to go beyond simple escape.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Striaght to business, I believe, Sir. Especially as the scuttlebutt that I've heard indicates that time is rather of the essence at the moment. How can I help?" Moular's tone was deferential, but not submissive.

OOC: I apologize for my lateness. School has been rather oppressive. For now don't expect too many replies very often. They'll be spaced out due to time constraints. I'll try to make as much time as I can for this plot though.

Near Turka, Northern Rangeria

Soldiers of the 9th Parachutist Assault Regiment sat in the brush and bushes not far from the bridge itself. Colonnello Caesar Muchasimo watched the rebel armor roll across the bridge.

Their mission was to hamper them. And hamper them they would. He quietly signaled a soldier from the grass behind him to move up next to him. He quietly nodded towards the rebel armor and the soldier nodded, pulling out an AT4 RPG. He slowly slid the missile into the RPG and prepared it for firing.

Hefting it on his shoulder and getting onto his knee he prepared to fire it while the rest of the soldiers got ready to move, as the light from the missile would no doubt attract enemy attention in their direction.

The soldier was given the signal and he held the RPG steady as he fired the missile towards a tank exiting off of the bridge. As soon as the rocket left the tube they split up and took up defensive positions, ready to take on enemy fire.

If they needed to be relieved of the fire somewhat, a few soldiers on the other side would take some of the attention off of them.

Northern Rangerian Waters

Hearing the Commodore’s response, Admiral Von Snowbourne turned to his flight officer, “Scramble all fighters. I want the first thirty to offer air cover to the Imperial Navy; the remaining eight are to provide us with air cover. Destroy all rebel forces on sight. Also, fill those two scout copters on the aft deck with mechanics and send them to the Bulgaroknoctos.”

Activating his mic, “Commodore, I am sending you some air cover. The Bulgaroknoctos will also be receiving some mechanical personnel shortly to assist with repairs. I do not have ground forces to spare; they are en-route with the Royal Guard Fleet. Do you know of a good beach that can be cleared with naval fire in preparation for a landing upon the fleet’s arrival?”

The carrier sprang into action as fighters began to launch, and two helicopters, each carrying two pilots and four mechanics, began their mission.

NWICNAB

Colonel Johnston continued, “Transport planes are waiting outside to take you back to home countries. Your people are already loaded onboard and waiting for you to depart. However, if you wish to stay in West Ithilien during this crisis, there are rooms in the Summer Palace at your discretion.”

People had boarded the transport planes quite readily for the final leg of their journey, quite relieved to finally be out of the conflict. The exception being the group of younger men travelling with their grandfather, who were getting more and more agitated as time went on in their requests to be admitted to his hospital room.

(OOC: No prob, V. We all have our RL issues to deal with)

Turka and surrounding areas

"Roger that, commander. ETA twenty minutes and counting", came the reply from the Royalist planes heading to support Turka.

Meanwhile, small battles had already erupted in two locations. On Vahtivuori Hill the New Chalcedonians and Northern Rangerians were fighting to take the hill and its AA and radar placements. Outside the observatory, the rebels were caught relatively pants-down; the attackers had passed the perimeter without raising alarm, and the New Chalcedonian guns cut down the rebels before they could return fire. Two sandbag bunkers managed to turn their machine guns in time, firing back at the attackers. In the observatory, a line of ground floor windows exploded out, apparently a grenade had been employed inside.

Meanwhile, at the outskirts of the city, the rebel convoy was caught on the bridge. The lead tank had taken a direct hit, and its burning remains blocked half of the wide overpass. Two tanks were already breaking formation, trying to rush the narrow gap, while APC guns began to fire towards the place where the RPG had been launched from.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The rebel machine gun fire became sporadic, but never ceased. Apparently some commanders had some modicum of respect for the white flag, allowing deserters to head to the shore - while others continued firing, only re-directing the deadly spree of bullets away from the smallcraft that got closer to the destroyed piers. The water was thick with debris and half-sunk vessels, rebel soldiers in the water fighting to remain on the surface and get to the boats. Some tried to pull their wounded comrades to the boats, the moans of those who had been shot in the back drowning even the sporadic fire along the piers...

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"Permeeshun? Hyes, hyu hav permeeshun tu lant. Te runvay is kleer fowr hyu", came the answer.

From one of the hangars, a young man in a leather coat stepped out, watching what was going on...

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"The Republicans will kill you all", the soldier hissed, clearly not giving a rat's posterior about the presence of the Queen Mother. "The armoury is next to the guard room... at the end of this corridor. But you'll never get out of here alive."

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The grey-haired man nodded. "I doubt you will be able to do much at the moment. I have it on reliable intelligence that the rebellion is being crushed quite heavily at the moment. However, I am interested in your professional opinion. Tell me... Moular... how well did they educate you on battlefield tactics?"

Near Turka, Northern Rangeria

"Roma Victor!", shouted Colonnello Caesar Muchasimo as he and his men began to fire on the convoy with their basic rounds to keep them distracted. Meanwhile, a a second and smaller group crept on on the other side of the bridge and fired their own AT4 at the lead tank rushing the burning wreckage blocking the bridge.

They made sure to constantly maintain movement to keep enemy heavy fire constantly guessing where they were.

Turka and surrounding areas

After taking some losses, the imperial forces captured the final two sandbag bunkers - leaving the way to the interior of the observatory clear.

The Major looked impatiently at his communicator - he had heard the sounds of fighting from the northeast, and wished that the Roman commander could relay any news he might have.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Moving at a quick clip, the Ambassador seemed unfazed by the guard's threats. "Just remember, boyo - your fate is now tied to ours. If we die, you'll die with us. Now tell me, why won't we get out of here alive if we free and arm the various prisoners here? If your leadership is bugging out, then they can't stick around to slug it out with us."

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

Aboard the battlecruiser Moesia, Commodore Banton was watching the scene with extreme displeasure. But she knew that hte High command would have her guts for garters if she abandoned the deserters to their fate, so she gave orders.

"Fleet orders: bombard the beach. Try to make sure that any misses are behind the emplacements, not in front of them - we don't want to hit the very deserters that we're trying to rescue. Jen, get me Admiral von Snowbourne."

To the Admiral: "Admiral, this is Commodore Banton. The mechanics are much appreciated. Further, we are in the process of shelling rebel emplacements on a beach at present, but we'll have another under attack when you get here. As you arrive, you can look at the situation yourself, then decide which beach you want to land on."

***

Aboard the Bulgaroknoctos

The main ramp had just had the preliminary damage assessment completed: it would take a few hours to repair, but was otherwise a non-issue. However, the command tower was another issue. It would take days, at the least, to repair.

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"Vihte Airfield, thank you. We are starting a landing pattern now. Please have ground personnel waiting to guide landing planes to safe zones. Colonel Arl out."

The Eurofighters began to descend into a pattern, and then began landing two at a time.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Moular looked discomforted. "A little, Sir. But I am primarily a field agent, not a tactician. Of course, if you want my opinion, I'll give it, but I'm not sure how much it's worth."

OOC: NR, Aalthone is at NWICNAB. I believe that Ithilien's post was primarily for you, but I'll have the Healer take part also.

NI, Ambassador Kalinin is also at NWICNAB.

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

The Healer was tending her patient, who had not woken for some days now. When she heard the young Rangerians demanding entry, she allowed them into the new infirmiary. To the one who appeared to be senior among them, she said:

"Young man, there is a problem. I believe that your 'grandfather' is not doing well. Have I your permission to try to bring him 'round?"

Northern Rangerian Waters, near Halsanki

The Royal Guard fleet had finally arrived in the vicinity of Halsanki. The sight of a supercarrier (HSMS Avon), two light carriers (HSMS Meadowbrook and HSMS Beaversdam), five battleships, seven battle cruisers, ten destroyers, twelve frigates and many supply ships and troop carriers was a sight to behold.

The fleet had been briefed on the situation by Admiral Von Snowbourne, and several troop ships carrying the First and Second Rifles, three destroyers, one battle cruiser and five frigates broke away from the convoy and headed for the Ukonnie Garrison.

Field Marshal Malcolm, Hereditary Prince of West Ithilien, was surveying the situation from aboard HSMS Avon, the new supercarrier, when his satellite intelligence officer interrupted his thoughts. “Sir, there is an increase in activity up at the palace. There is also some activity at Vetosalmi Garrison, but we can’t pinpoint the source.”

Turning to the command crew, the Field Marshal responded, “Proceed with the landing at Ukonnie. Make sure the naval facilities are captured intact before any troops from Vetosalmi can arrive. Inform the rebel commanders at Ukonnie and Isosaar that their fortresses will be levelled if they don’t surrender within the next ten minutes. Prepare to scramble all aircraft.“

Turning back to his console, Malcolm activated his radio. “Commodore Banton, this is Field Marshal Malcom of West Ithilien. I have one grenadier and two regiments of foot ready to disembark upon your cessation of fire against the beachheads. (OOC: Where are these beaches in relation to the city?) Is there anything else my forces can help with?”

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

The young man frowned deeply. "What... what are you going to do to him, then?" he asked, looking around. The young men stuck pretty much to themselves, always waiting near the medical facilities for news about the old man's condition.

Turka and surrounding areas

The fighting at the observatory came to a halt, and one of the Jaegers appeared to the window, declaring 'all clear' with a quick hand signal. The sappers began to work, placing charges around the heavy AA guns and radar equipment, while inside the Jaegers were cutting the observatory off from the Rebel HQ.

A single message was transmitted from Vahtivuori to the New Chalcedonian fleet. "Commodore, this is Captain Hertell. Vahtivuori Hill is blind. I repeat: Vahtivuori Hill is blind. Fireworks are being laid. Over."

Meanwhile, another kind of fireworks were taking place in the northeast: this time including the turret of a Leopard-2 tank flying up in the air in a burst of explosion when the Roman missile made contact. Like a headless chicken, the tank kept rolling on for a moment before it ground to a halt. The bridge was now blocked with two burning wreckages, the narrow gap between them a bottleneck even for infantry.

The Rangerian troops relied on mobility and surprise attack, so being pinned down like this was a Jaeger's worst nightmare. The APCs were attempting to back up, the rebels taking cover from enemy fire behind them while the APCs' gunners tried to pinpoint the source of the attack. The tanks at the middle of the bridge were still within firing range, and one of them turned its turret, the main gun firing pot shots into the wooded hillsides.

The end of the convoy seemed to be turning away, apparently trying to help their comrades to retreat from the bridge where they were sitting ducks.

Holding cell 27
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The soldier fell silent at that possibility, averting his eyes.

"The keys, ambassador", the Queen Mother broke in. "I will start freeing the prisoners. I believe they may have kept some of my son's military aides for questioning."

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

With Fort Isosaar silenced, the fleet could easily move within firing range from the harbour. And as they approached, a transmission was received from the emasculated giant that had given so much grief to the fleet:

"New Chalcedonian fleet, this is Colonel Riihi, commanding officer of Fort Isosaar. We wish to negotiate the terms of our surrender."

Most likely part of that decision came from the appearance of the West Ithilien fleet within radar range.

Or the news that Royalist air-to-ground element had begun bombarding the Rebel defences not twenty kilometers away from the city centre.

(OOC: Halsanki is built into a natural harbour that opens to the south. The maritime traffic is usually monitored from Fort Isosaar, a large island fortification built at the place of an 18th-century fort. Think of the harbour as a broad U flipped upside down. At the bottom of the U is the main harbour area, currently being shelled by New Chalcedonians. On the sides are piers for small commercial ships, storage facilities and shipping firms. The main commercial port, deep enough for tankers and such, is located some ten kilometers west)

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

The airfield was quite small and clearly meant more for small civilian planes than fully-equipped Eurofighters. The young man kept watching, standing in front of the hangar where an old Cessna plane was stored. The air control tower - little more than a concrete tower next to a seventies-style concrete block of a house - was still giving advice in mangled English, some civilians appearing from its doors to gawk at the landing planes.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Most unfortunate. I would have much enjoyed seeing a product of the New Chalcedonian military intelligence at work", the grey-haired man said, the slightest hint of a smile touching his lips.

"Very well then, Mr Moular. Currently there is very little you can do at the moment in the field. Fighting operations have begun, and I doubt you would be suited for urban guerrilla warfare. Would I be correct in that assumption?"

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

Eudokia, the Healer, looked with sympathy at the young man. "I propose to inject a stimulant to your 'grandfather'. Ultimately, this will almost certainly wake him without problems, but there is a small chance that he is allergic to the medication. If you wish, I can run tests first, but that will take time...unless any of you have a comprehensive list of his allergies?"

Turka and surrounding areas

The Imperial pilots were being careful in their target selection, as ordered.

But to those parts of Turka feeling their wrath, it made little differ. Their Brimstone air-to-ground rockets screamed like the souls of the damned as they raced toward each identified rebel strognpoint, while their M61 Vulcan gatling guns raked the streets with lethal hails of fire wherever they spotted rebel troops.

Soon, they began moving on the main army base in Turka...which was presumably the rebel HQ.

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Certainly, Majesty. You" turning to the guard " remember, you have decided to work for the forces of goodness and light now. Don't hold out information. What are you getting at?" He started them both moving toward the guardroom, slowly and cautiosly.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

Damn the rules of war, anyway. Commodore Banton sighed in vexation. She knew that the Imperial Navy required to take any surrender offer not obviously fraudulent.

"Colonel Riihi, the terms are simple. You and all rebel officers will be held for trial by loyalist courts-martial, in the meantime being treated as prisoners of war. The Fort will be surrendered intact - this includes any surviving records and suchlike. Rebel soldiers will be held as prisoners as war for the duration of the conflict, and afterwards shall have their guilt or innocence determined on an individual basis. Commodore Banton, over."

Meanwhile, whilst Fort Isosaar was being left alone, the beaches of Halsanki were not being nearly so kindly treated.

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

The last of the Imperial Eurofighters landed, thankfully without incident, and Colonel Arl's men and women quickly began makig friends with the locals by showing them interesting (but not too interesting) bits, explaining how this or that gadget worked, and generally indulging the civilians' curiosity.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Moular sighed regretfully. "You would, Sir. But if there is anything else I can do to help, I certainly will."

Um, bump?

(Bump indeed. Apologies all around... the last days have been a pain in the arse for me. Combination of relationship drama and a choking deadline...)

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

"He's... he's not allergic. As far as any of us know. And we used to work together 24/7. He never said he was allergic..."

Turka and surrounding areas

The streets of Turka were mostly silent, save for where the pilots found rebel placements. Apparently news of what was happening in Halsanki and Tamberg had begun circulating, and some rebels walked up, waving white flags on top of rifles.

On Vahtivuori Hill, the sergeant leading the sappers lifted his hand to the New Chalcedonian commander. The charges had been set...

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"What am I getting at?" the guard asked, not understanding what the New Chalcedonian was talking about. The queen mother moved swiftly from door to door, peeking inside and opening the doors if there was someone inside. Men in ceremonial garb and military fatigues stepped out, six or seven of them. The collar pips marked them as officers of the Home Guard, all of them wounded but still able to walk around.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

"Agreed", came the colonel's reply. Apparently the officer had decided the fight was not worth it anymore; the New Chalcedonians could bomb the emasculated fortress to gravel if they wanted to - and their guns were certainly doing a number on Rebel defences along the shore. Without anti-ship weaponry, the tanks and infantry began to retreat deeper into the city, trying to avoid being blown to the kingdom come.

On the edges of the New Chalcedonian radars, new radar echoes revealed approaching planes - bombers and fighter planes. And they were transmitting a Royalist signal. Air alarms began to sound again, though futilely, while the northern horizon showed distant explosions. The Royalists were driving the rebels back...

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

The overflight of Royalist planes was not lost to the people in the Vihte airfield, either. Fighter planes flew low, their engines roaring deafeningly as they flew past.

A middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a small pin showing a winged sword tagged on his shirt stepped out of the group to Colonel Arl.

"Velkom to Vihte, sir. I em sorri... I don tink ve hav fjuul hyu koud huse. Ve hav onli sivil plains hjere. No military."

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The old man nodded. "Very well. I am curious to know some matters, though... You said during your interview that the rebels' rank-and-file is operating... 'in an amateurish fashion', I believe your words were. On what observations do you base this observation on?"

Waters off Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The communications officer turned to the Field Marshal, “Sir, Isosaar has surrendered to the Chalcedonian Fleet. There is no word from Ukonnie Garrison.”

“Proceed with the Halsanki landing. Launch our fighters to provide cover for the landing and destroy targets of opportunity in Halsanki. Order the Westvale to open fire upon Ukonnie. They have missed our timeline to surrender. One shell should land every ten seconds. Target the military base and leave the naval facilities intact. Put me through to Ukonnie.”

“Ukonnie Garrison, this is the West Ithilien Ship Avon. You have ignored our timeline to surrender and will now pay the consequences. Avon out.”

The battleship guns began to open fire, heaving shells towards Ukonnie, while others began to target the beaches on both sides of Halsanki’s harbour. Transport ships approached the beaches and prepared to disembark after the general barrage had finished, and a rolling barrage began. Joint Strike Fighters began thundering off the Avon’s deck, on their way into the city.

(OOC: Probably will only post on weekends for the time being. Also in NS2 as Ithilien in World 19)

Ukonnie Garrison, 20 kilometers west of Halsanki

Ukonnie Garrison harbour was strangely empty, her piers deserted, not even a rowboat in sight. The rebels had been there recently, though: an old patrol ship had been sunk at the mouth of the harbour, blocking entrance except from small boats.

The Ithilien shelling went uncontested, or at least so it seemed...

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

The Healer looked relieved at this.

"Very well, young man. I will administer the stimulant, and it should bring him round." She immediately suited words to actions, preparing the injection. Once she was certain she had gotten everything correct, she administered it.

Turka and surrounding areas

Given the concentration of Imperial forces, it was clear from the start that taking surrenders would have to be the purview of the Royalist leaders.

On the hill, the Major signalled his men to pull back. After he was sure that they had, he pressed the button on the small handheld remote that he had been assured would set off the explosives.

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"What I am asking you is this: what do you specifically mean, that we are not getting out of here alive? As in, what specifically are your former comrades doing to stop it?" The two of them, the Queen Mother, and the dozen Household Guard officers were moving down the corridor.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

Commodore Banton's voice was hard-edged, but maintained a neutral tone of voice. "Very well, Colonel. I have ordered all Imperial forces to cease fire agaisnt Fort Isosaar. Landing craft will be there shortly to take your troops into custody. Do not, repeat not, destroy any information, data or other evidence. Our acceptance of your surrender is contingent upon this."

Meanwhile, near the beach, the Imperial landing-craft were picking up the last of the formerly-rebel refugees, who had been shot at by thier former comrades when they had tried to run.

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"I....see." Colonel Arl's voice was discouraged. "You are indeed right - the EuroFighter has many wonderful properties. The ability to fly on most civilian fuel for long is not one of them. Can you get me a communications link to Oulo, or wherever the Royalist airforce's command is?"

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Sir, I place it on two observations: First, there was no systematic lockdown of Halsanki, even after the coup had been in place for most of a day. Second, I managed to evade a roadblock by simply waiting for a distraction and then simply driving away. Coporal Renlund could tell you more about that roadblock and the morale of the troops in it - she was one of them until I came along, after all. Is she alright?"

For a hardened spy, Moular certainly seemed to have an unusual interest in the welfare of a woman who'd threatened to kill him.

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

The old man lay still for a moment, until his eyes began to open slowly. For a moment he just lay there, blinking his eyes as if even that small effort would have required every ounce of strength he had in his frame.

"Where... where am I?" he asked in Rangerian, to the relief of the younger men.

Turka and surrounding areas

From the harbour, the explosion of AA placements and radar equipment on Vahtivuori Hill looked like an impromptu fireworks display. The charges exploded in concert, sending burning debris flying in the air, the fiery cloud of black smoke and orange flames looking like a phoenix spreading his wings, reborn.

Guarding the prisoners a small walk away, the Royalist Jaegers let out a series of hurrahs and cheers, even some of the rebel POWs looked more relieved than shattered at this display of destruction.

Not soon after the news came from the local military governor... Turka was ready to surrender.

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"I told you, Chalcedonian", the soldier spat. "They will come here and kill you all before they..."

Just then the heavy door separating the cell block from the guard room and the armoury clicked and began to open.

"Best we get this thing done with. Aho is getting jumpy", a voice spoke from the other side in Rangerian. As the door pushed open, from the other side appeared a rebel officer along with five soldiers armed with assault rifles.

"Mitä perkelettä...?" the officer managed to curse just when the Home Guard showed their teeth. Roaring like madmen, the captured officers jumped past Doukas, hands grabbing guns and collars, smashing skulls against the uncaring stone walls, cracking necks as if killing chickens...

The massacre was quick and bloody, leaving six dead rebels on the ground - and one wounded Home Guard lieutenant. The young man was cursing, holding his abdomen where one of the rebels had managed to stick his service knife.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The firestorm had ceased on the beach, leaving behind only charred remains of bombarded buildings and raging fires in others. The rebels had retreated, seceding the shore. Wounded soldiers kept creeping out of the destroyed buildings, guns clattered against the ground while Royalist planes cut the sky above.

The fighter planes and assault helicopters were not the only signs of Royalist presence. Commodore Banton's radio personnel could hear new chatter: tank orders, recon reports from the north.

"Attention, New Chalcedonian military units", came a new voice from the radio. "This is Colonel Hertell, First Royal Army Corps. Are we too late for the party? Over."

Indeed, the Royalists were coming in, tanks crushing barbed wire under their treads, APCs carrying Jaegers into the city from the north. Rebel morale was shot to pieces with New Chalcedonian, Roman and Ithilien barrages along the coast, and by Royalist pressure from the north.

Ruhtinalyne Palace was still under rebel control, however, and it seemed that the crushed Republic was calling those still loyal to her to keep the ancestral palace of the House Halsar from slipping...

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"Vell, if hyu nov te frekvenseeh, hyu ken use our ekveepment", the man said. "Kom, I vill shov hyu..."

With that, the man lead the colonel into the air control tower. The communications equipment there was not top of the line (after all, the airfield was intended for civilian use only), but it would be enough to contact the Royalists.

A younger man sitting at the radio equipment turned to look at his superior and said something in Rangerian. The older man frowned and picked up the radio mouthpiece. He talked for a moment, some common words perhaps understandable to the colonel. "Kalsedon", "Eurofighter", "Halsanki". The man then took offered the headpiece to colonel.

"Eet ees for hyu, kernel", he said. "From te Prince's meelee-terry".

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The older man nodded calmly.

"I believe that is a question you may ask her in person", he said and nodded towards the mirror panel on the wall - behind which somebody was surely watching.

The door opened, and Corporal Renlund stepped in, followed by a military police officer. She looked nervous, but otherwise okay. Her hair was bound back, her uniform was clean... and her pips were still there on her collar and arm. The only difference was that she was wearing a glaring orange armband - perhaps a sign of POW status.

"You", she breathed out when she saw Moular. There was a sense of relief in her voice - but then she noticed the older man and the pin he wore. She suddenly tensed to attention and saluted.

"At ease, corporal", the older man said, standing up. His eyes turned to Moular. "You are free to go, officer. I must, however, ask that you remain within the designated area until we organize a transport for you to the New Chalcedonian consulate."

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

Apparently Eudokia knew Rangerian.

"My Lord, you are in friendly territory, and you are safe. My name is Eudokia, and I am the Healer tending to your injuries. Can you please tell me how your side feels?" The Healer's voice was clear of the minor worry that the younger Rangerians could see in her eyes.

Turka and surrounding areas

Aboard the Illyriania, Commodore Prentis gave a grunt of satisfaction when his comms officer reported that the rebels had surrendered.

"Very good, Lieutenant. Signal the Royalist commander and inform him of this, then extend our compliments and ask if there is anything further the Empire can do for him and his Prince."

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Alexios Doukas was a very grateful man - grateful that the Home Guard officers had acted as quickly as they had. When confronted with a surprise, he had frozen, never having had been in a combat that he had not thoroughly plotted beforehand.

However, now that the carnage was behind him, he could think...

"Excuse me....Captain?" Doukas attempted to identify the damaged rank insignia on the senior officer's tunic.

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

Commodore Banton's smile was huge as she realised that she wouldn't have to throw her Marines into Halsanki alone to prevent Aho and his bunch escaping.

"Colonel Hertell, this is Commodore Isabella Banton of the Imperial Navy. You're a little late, but there's still room on a few dance-cards for you and your men. Aho and his bunch appear to have forted up in the Palace, and that could be a problem - preliminary intel suggests that they're keeping a variety of political prisoners there. Do you have any ideas?"

While she waited for a response, she turned to her comms officer. "Joyce, tell Captain Mousalka to get our Marines onto the beaches at once. Wer need to squeeze the rebels in a vise, and if we aren't there keeping them honest, they could concentrate against the Royalists."

"Aye, aye, Maam!" The comms officer's face was alight with excitement at the prospect of victory, especially after the pounding the Imperial taskforce had taken.

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"Certainly. If I may..." the Imperial squeezed past the two civlians.

"This is Colonel Arl of the Imperial Air Force. To whom am I speaking?"

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Certainly, Sir. Does Corporal Renlund have the freedom of this area also?" The Imperial was looking at the armband with unconcealed curiosity.

NWICNAB, West Ithilien

"Like a bear took a bite of it, chewed and spat it back", the old man managed to laugh - very shortly, however, since he then cursed with pain from his side. "How long was I out?"

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The man Doukas had addressed was kneeling next to the wounded lieutenant. He looked up.

"Yes, ambassador?" he asked, but turned his eyes back to the young man as he moaned with pain. Another soldier was digging through the corpses, finally pulling out a bandage roll from one of the corpses. The lieutenant's uniform glistened with blood as he grabbed the place where the knife was still standing. The handle of it shifted with each breath, and the young lieutenant was paling quickly. The wound was bad... he needed proper medical attention.

Outside cars were being started, angry hollers rising in Rangerian... and then an explosion, not far away. And another, and another. The whole building shook with each explosion.

"They're bombing the causeway", one of the officers breathed out, a smile rising to his lips. "Our men are bombing the causeway that leads up the hill to the Palace!"

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The Home Guard officer was correct: the wide causeway that connected the hilltop of Ruhtinalyne Palace to the city below was being hammered down by Royalist planes. It was not a measure they had hoped to do, but it was necessary: both to make sure that the Palace rebels would not receive reinforcements, and to make sure that Aho and his cronies would not make out of the area.

Fighting had erupted near the Palace, however: those more loyal to the Republic had begun a mad fight to the death with the advancing Royalists. On the seaside, the New Chalcedonian marines were met by surrendering rebels, clearly most of the rebel fighting force that was still able to hop around.

And on Fort Isosaar's pier, the fort's commanding officer and his surviving officers stood wait, looking at the New Chalcedonian fleet that had hammered them down. Some of them may have received grim satisfaction from seeing how much damage the Bulgaroknocktos had suffered...

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"This is the Royalist air command from Oulo. We received news of your approach to Vihte. I gather the landing was successful? Are there any casualties?"

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"She has. Therefore the armband: she is what we refer to as Luottovanki, a reliable POW", the old man said, a smile touching his lips as he looked at the female corporal, still standing at ease under the watch of the MP. "She has been most forthcoming with her information about the rebel situation in Halsanki."

With those words, the old man stood up and offered his hand to Moular.

"I hope we will meet in better circumstances, after this conflict has passed. My mestari will be sure to mention you in his communication with the Imperial capital."

OOC: I'd like to drop in and apologize to everyone involved in the RP for my absence for quite a few weeks. I've been busy and become admittedly addicted to Warhammer Online. Because I don't see myself having a lot of time for NS for awhile I will be retiring for now. Because this could have some effects on the RP I am giving NC my official permission to play as me in my stead. I trust he will do what is needed and play my part well.

So, once again, I extend my most sincere apologies to all of you. I will try and make a comeback in NS when I have time again. Thank you for your understanding.

-Sincerely,
Roma

NWICNAB

One of the soldiers who had been quietly standing in the corner of the room, put his hand to his ear, trying to hear better over his earpiece before stepping forward. “Sir, would you be Duke Stapani Aalthone?”

HSMS Avon, near Halsanki

The communications officer piped up, “Sir, we have word from our ships near Ukonnie. They report the base seems to be abandoned.”

“Cease fire against Ukonnie. Have our soldiers move in and fortify the area. Divert a pair of fighters to do a recon run down to Vetosalmi. Get me the location of every rebel trooper between here and there. Also, launch the Royal Guard Paratroopers and two commando teams. It’s time to attack the palace directly.”

Landing craft were starting to land on the beachheads to the west and east of the harbour mouth. One regiment of foot landing at each beach, intent on reinforcing Chalcedonian, Roman, and Royalist forces, while pushing the rebels back further into the city.

With a frigate escort, the grenadier regiment and a contingent of tanks were making progress sailing up the harbour, intending on landing as far inland as possible. The tank commanders were looking for a dock that wasn’t destroyed by shelling, as someone had neglected to notice that they weren’t loaded onto flat-bottomed boats.

Helicopters and a transport plane lifted off from the Meadowbrook and began heading towards the city. The helicopters carrying Royal Guard Commandos into the city proper, while the transport plane headed out in a parabolic arc designed to bring the plane about twenty miles to the east of the palace, where paratroopers with flying wings would be able to coast in to land on top of the palace.

Ukonnie

A few soldiers were dropped at the edge of the harbour, just outside the barricade created by the sunken ship, to investigate whether the base was really deserted. Sailors from the battlecruisers stood ready by their guns, ready to offer supporting fire if necessary. An engineering team was sent to the sunken ship to evaluate the best way of removing it to give access to the harbour.

NWICNAB

The old man frowned. "Yes, I am. His Majesty's foreign secretary."

Halsanki airspace

When the paratroopers were flying towards the Palace area, fire suddenly erupted from the Palace perimeter, cutting down the ascending troops like wheat on a harvest day.

"Ithilien commander, this is Colonel Hertell! Stand down!" a sudden yell came from the radio. "They've armed the Palace!"

The situation in Vetosalmi seemed somewhat chaotic: oily smoke was rising from the barracks area, that could be seen well over the dense treeline. And sounds of fighting...

OOC: Apologies for taking so long :$ - my life's alittle (more than usually) chaotic at present. Fortunately, this is the only thread in which I am involved, making it wasy to keep up with.

IC:

NWICNAB

The old Healer looked sternly at the Ithilien soldier.

"Young man, please refrain from stressing my patient. While he appears to be on the mend, he does not have much strength at the present - nor will he for at least ten days to come." With an air of magnanimity, she continued "However, in light of the situation, you may have five minutes with him, before I throw all of you out of my sickbay, so I can tend to him."

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Captain, it occurs to me that the rebels are looking to either make a stand, or cut and run. Either way, I believe that if we can capture Nils Aho, we can substantially help our leaders - either by preventing Aho's escape, or by disrupting his defense of the capital. And I'm sure that you all have scores to settle with him...."

To the (formerly) rebel guard "See what happens when you side with the Empire? It's always fun, at least!"

Northern Rangerian waters and airspace, near Halsanki

The thick column of smoke still pouring out of the Bulgaroknoctos had abated, thanks to the combined efforts of Ithilienese and Imperial damage-control personnel. Whilst the Imperial command vessel had clearly taken severe damage, she appeared not to be in any danger of imminent destruction.

Aboard the Moesia, Commodore Banton was grimly satisfied with the situation. "Jen, inform the Royalists of the situation our Marines are facing, and advise them that we don't have the strength to advance much beyond the waterfront. Also, ask them what they want done with the prisoners from Fort Isosaar - we don't have the lift capacity to keep them on board for long."

Vihte airfield,
approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Halsanki

"Royalist Air Command, our landing was without incident, but the Air Group is sadly short on fuel, and the civilian fuel stocks here probably won't get us far - even if I were able or prepared to requisition it from a town that has been very hospitable to us. Do you have an alternative solution?"

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Moular took the hand offered to him. "Thank you, Sir. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you further." The Imperial agent was clearly paying only about half of his attention to the Royalist officer, despite his courteous farewell.

After the Royalist had left, he turned to Corporal Renlund as they walked to .

"How are you? I hope that you're not suffering too much for deciding to leave the rebel ranks."

Turka and surrounding areas

Colonnello Muchasimo was jubilant. The rebel convoy here was in serious trouble, and the rebels in Turka had just surrendered, according to the Imperial broadcasters.

"Keep up the pressure - I don't want these rebels making it back to Halsanki!" A fresh volley of RPGs obliged the Colonnello, streaking toward the rebel convoy.

(OOC: Commodore Prentis is still waiting on a Royalist reply to his request, NR...)

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

The old Secretary welcomed Lord Halsar to his study, this time under considerably happier circumstances.

"Milord, as you are aware, the offensive against the rebels was scheduled to go off in approximately four hours. However, the commanders on the scene saw an opportunity, and took it. I can report to you, as the senior member of House Halsar present, that Turka and Tamberg have been reclaimed by the Royalist forces, the former wth Imperial assistance. Also, Halsanki is presently under attack, and looks certain to fall within a day, two at the most - an Imperial fleet is off the coast near the capital, and Fort Isosaar has surrendered."

Halsanki

The ten remaining paratroopers swerved away from the palace. With three quarters of their number dead in the first salvo, it was no longer possible to assault the palace. As they sailed away from the palace, having lost too much altitude to safely make it back to the harbour, they decided to assault the water treatment plant hoping that it would be lightly guarded.

Although it was not the original intent of the paratroop drop, the rebels had pinpointed the location of several of their defensive positions. Pilots began to take advantage of this intelligence and began to pinpoint bomb the defences along the palace perimeter.

The other two commando teams landed just behind the front lines and began to lead an assault towards city hall, hoping that blueprints of city services and the palace were contained within.

Ukonnie

(OOC: NR, since this wasn’t mentioned in your last post, I’m assuming it’s deserted.)

A security sweep of the base found it deserted. It was an uncanny feeling for those searching to uncover no one in the base. The Royal Engineers took little time to detonate the old destroyer blocking the mouth of the harbour, allowing military ships access to the harbour. The debris from some of the army barracks was cleared, and work started on building a VTOL landing area. About half of the troops in the area were working on rebuilding the base, while the rest worked on fortifying the perimeter.

Supply ships steamed into the harbour and began unloading, but the warships remained outside the harbour mouth, as they didn’t want to be caught inside in case of attack.

NWICNAB

The soldier replied, “Sir, there is a coalition of powers currently retaking Halsanki for the royalist cause. However, Aho has fortified himself inside the palace. Do you know of any less commonly known ways to enter the palace? Secondly, do you know who is supporting Aho, where he might flee, or whether any nation might be willing to support his rebellion?”

HSMS Avon, Waters off Halsanki

“Sir, the paratroopers are decimated. Brigadier Buchanan is requesting permission to bomb any rebel target on palace grounds.”

The Field Marshal began, “Belay that. Buchanan and his aircraft can bomb any rebel target where they won’t cause structural damage to the palace.” The Field Marshal took the change of attack in stride, and was pleased by the progress the ground forces were making in advancing into the city.

Colonel Hertell’s message came screaming across the radio, followed by a calmer response. “Colonel Hertell, this is Field Marshal Malcolm of West Ithilien. Do you have a plan I should be aware of?”

OOC: No problem, NC, we all have our (hopefully symbolic) crosses to bear... I've been mired in work recently, so I'll try to give it a good go now...

NWICNAB

The old man frowned, trying to shift into a better permission. "If the causeway is out of the question... you may have some trouble ahead of you. Get me a radio, young man... I'll see what can be done."

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

The captain grinned wolfishly and nodded. "I'll see what can be done. Kersantti...", he then said, turning to an NCO who was already trying to see what could be done for the wounded man. Outside the cars had halted. Clearly there was something wrong since they had not made their escape. Perhaps the road leading to the hilltop had been destroyed or taken by the Royalists, Ithilien or Imperial troops...


Halsanki

The battle was still raging in the city below, though clearly the rebels were losing ground. The Royalists were pushing from the north, their first tanks rolling straight to the harbour where New Chalcedonian troops were holding the shoreline. From this cut APCs and infantry proceeded to east and west, pushing back the rebels one block at the time. The Ruhtinalyne Palace stood alone, Ithilien bombers shaking the ground as they took out gun placements that had cut down their marines.

Just then a message began transmitting on a wide frequency, from the Palace area.

"Encroaching Royalist troops and their supporters, this is Colonel Valeo, the President's military aide. Cease your approach towards the Palace, or we will begin killing hostages."

"They're bluffing", came almost immediately the call from Colonel Hertell to both New Chalcedonian and Ithilien C.O.'s. "They would not dare kill diplomats, let alone the Queen Mother. We have a surgical strike team in-bound for Ruhtinalyne. We need to give them more time..."

Vihte Airfield

"We have established a support base in Tamberg, Colonel", the radio rattled. "We will send you supplies and fuel. ETA two hours. Inform the local civilian authorities that the airfield is currently considered a military location."

Ukonnie

The garrison was clearly deserted, but not without some sabotage being committed first. When Ithilien troops entered the fuel depots, wired explosives sent the tanks sky high in balls of fire and rubble. In the HQ, all computers were destroyed, and on the courtyard a pile of documents was still burning. Curiously the messhall and the food storage there had been left untouched - although someone had deemed fit to smash every last bottle of wine and beer in the Officers' Mess.

Turka and surrounding areas

The answer came somewhat belatedly, but it came. Apparently the Royalists were most in need of supplies and medical assistance for their wounded. Vahtivuori Hill was still burning, as were many of the old waterfront houses. POW's were being organized to put out the fires.

Outside the city, Roman bombardment was forcing the Rebel convoy to retreat, their attempts at bypassing the ambush turning into attempts to escape. Jeeps and men on the foot could do so easily, but the large APCs and tanks had more trouble, trying to maneuver in the debris-filled freeway, trying to get past one another...

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The young corporal smiled somewhat. "Well, I'm not going to get promoted anytime soon, that's for sure", she managed to laugh. "I'm alright... I told them everything I know, so they didn't put me in the POW camps. Though they still insist I don't get far away from Sergeant Sourpuss here", she said, pointing towards the Military Police behind her.

"And you... Mr Bond?" she continued, grinning a little.

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"Those are indeed wonderful news, Secretary Lasarkis", the stout nobleman said, clearly relieved to hear that the operation had been such a success. "Have you any news of 'President' Aho? Has he been captured?"

ooc: Northern Rangeria would you be willing to TG me a quick and dirty overall recap of your coup d'etat to date? Kind of a sumary of what has happened, and any major events that have taken place up to today? I'd love to include this in my next "Into the Unknown" broadcast but being at work I don't have the ability (boss in next cube) or time (boss in next cube) to read all the posts right now for the next broadcast. If you would be willing to do that, I'd be in your debt.

Thanks

Bump.

OOC: You posted about 30 minutes after I last checked it, NR...talk about mistimings! :p

IC:

NWICNAB

Eudokia frowned and interposed herself between the Ithilienese and the Rangerian. Addressing the Duke, "Sir, you need to rest. I realise how important this is, but please...go easy on yourself. You've been shot and almost killed, and you're not quite out of the woods yet."

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Alexios frowned consideringly. "But how are we to do it? The obstacles for a group this large are serious, and our resources small."

"But you are the tactician here, Captain. Direct me as you will. Just don't try to keep me out of it - a leader should never give orders he knows will be disobeyed."

Halsanki

Isabella Banton's brain was up to the challenge, as was her sense of duty.

"Colonel, let me handle the delay tactics." To her comms officer: "Jen, give me the same frequency as the rebel used."

Once she was on, she said "Colonel Valeo, this is Commodore Banton of the Imperial Navy. I am the senior officer here at present. We need to speak with the hostages, so we can know that you truly have them in your power. Over."

She figured that would buy at least a few minutes. In the meantime: "Jen." "Ma'am?" "Inform the capital of this. How much discretion do I have?"

Vihte Airfield

Colonel Arl nodded. "Certainly, Sir. Vihte out."

When he found the civilian leader, he attempted to get his point across. "Sir, this airfield is, for the moment, considered to be a military location, under the governance of the Prince and his officers."

Turka and surrounding areas

Collonello Muchasimo knew his orders: delay the rebel convoy from getting anywhere, forward or back. He snapped orders in code over his mic, and a profusion of devices shot out over the road, in the past of the fast, lightly-armoured jeeps.

***Off Turka, Imperial battlecruiser Illyriania***

Commodore Prentis gave orders for his comms officer to relay. "Sparks, pass the word to all vessels. I want all spare medical supplies sent to the shore, as well as all but 30 days' worth of other consumables. It looks like we'll be able to resupply fairly soon, anyway...."

"Sir." His comms officer, ironically never one to waste words, turned to his duty.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Oh, alright. They appear to have accepted my bona fides, and things are looking up. I can look forward to a sizeable promotion, and a large bonus - the Imperial forces, overt and covert, treat their people as well as they can..."

After a pause: "And what of your future, Kati? If I may call you that, of course." His voice trailed off into an awkward silence, as if he didn't know what to do when he wasn't wearing a mask.

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"No news of Aho as yet, Milord." n respose to a communications alert: "If I may, milord.."

After a torrent of Imprial language flowed both ways across the link, the Secretary's face was grim. "Milord, there is grave news. Aho and his bunch are holed up in the Palace, and they're threatening to kill hostages. Commodore Banton is requesting instructions, and I've asked her to wait while I consult with you. I've also asked the staff to put the news through to the Prince."

"What is your recommendation, Milord?"

Halsanki

After hearing the messages from Valeo and Hertell, the Field Marshal ordered his staff to ignore the messages and continue the advance through the city. He hoped that a lack of response would be interpreted as if the message wasn’t received.

The first twenty tanks had made their way off of their transport ship, and were beginning to contribute to the advance through the city. The bombing of the palace grounds was beginning to lighten as targets were destroyed. Many of the planes were re-tasked to bomb rebel soldiers holding out in the city in an initiative to provide closer ground support.

The remaining paratroopers had landed unopposed at the water treatment plant and had begun making their way towards the control room.

NWICNAB

A communications officer quickly arrived with a battery of equipment, which was placed at the Duke’s disposal.

(OOC: MY apologies for keeping you gentlemen waiting. RL has been troublesome lately. Nonetheless I hope you are still willing to continue)

NWICNAB

The Duke turned his eyes towards the Healer and nodded. "Yes, yes I suppose you are correct, ma'am. Truth be told, I am still feeling a bit light-headed. I will rest for a moment, then see what can be done..."

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"Well, at first the sergeant will have a look at the armoury. At least we should be in possession of some decent weaponry here", the captain responded, just as the sergeant was returning. He carried with him assault rifles and a large ammo cask, which he placed on the floor. Two officers leaned down and began to fill the curving ammo cartridges with apparent ease while the captain thrust one of the rifles in the New Chalcedonian's hands.

"I trust you know how to use one of these?" he asked, an uncharacteristic grin rising to his face. "Point the business end towards any Rebel bastard you might see."

"I think we may need to do that faster than we hoped", the Queen Mother suddenly interrupted, peeking out of a small, barred window. The cars had ground to a halt on the courtyard, and the members of the Republican high command were returning to the Palace proper. An officer was barking at the courtyard, picking soldiers. "They plan to come here and make an example of one of us."

Halsanki

"The time for talks has passed, my good commodore", a mocking answer came from the radio. "We will begin killing hostages now. One every half an hour until our terms have been met."

If rumors of the number of prisoners at the Palace were true, this would mean that they had enough hostages to keep going with their threat for about 24 hours, give or take four hours.

At the same time, the Royalist tanks began to thunder again, tightening the ring around the palatial hill's base.

In the water treatment facility, the West Ithilien paratroopers found only civilians, and very few of them considering the size of the facility. No soldiers were present, nor did the facility employees try to stop the Ithilien soldiers advancing towards the control room.

Vihte Airfield

The old man barked a laughter. "Hy toght es match. Hyu ken kall hyur men in, iv hyu leeke. Ve have no rebbles here. My boys ken vatch ouvr hyur plains until... two hoors, vas eet?"

Turka and surrounding areas

What had begun as an organized retreat had turned into a complete rout: the vehicles were trapped on the road, some of them crashing over the side barriers to try to make it cross-country. The destroyed vehicles at the beginning and the end of the convoy had turned the whole detachment into a killing field, some tanks trying to return fire while their drivers were crushing dismounted soldiers under their treads. Many others simply deserted their vehicles and tried to make a run for it.

The sound of the Roman fire outside the city could be heard to Turka as well, where the Jaegers were still rounding up surrendering rebel soldiers - or what was left of them. Some civilians were appearing as well, from basements and bomb shelters, peering outside into the dust-filled landscape. The inner city was relatively preserved, but the harbourside was practically obliterated.

On the shore, one of the Jaeger commanders was looking towards the fleet, seeing how speedboats were carrying in supplies.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"You know that's a bit unfair, Mr Moular", Kati laughed. "You know my name... but I don't know yours. And don't even try to make me believe your parents named you Pieter just so you could come and spy on us when you grew up"

All that she said with a smirk on her face, her arms crossed on her chest as if she was insulted by the unfairness of the situation.

"Like I said... I'm not getting a promotion anytime soon. I gave 'em what I could give, but I've been told that I might be 'honourably discharged' after this whole thing blows over. Now I can't do nothing but wait."

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

The young lord frowned deeply, taking a few steps on either side as he thought.

"If I know Aho's type at all... they will kill the hostages nonetheless, sooner or later. They'll ask for airlift to a country where they cannot be re-patriated to Northern Rangeria, and then the hostages will just... disappear", he said, no hesitation in his voice. "My advice would be to keep up the pressure. Don't allow them a chance to escape."

(OOC: Don’t worry too much; this thread is long enough an extra week isn’t going to make a big difference. It all comes down to priorities)

HSMS Avon, Off Halsanki

Upon hearing the latest radio communication from Colonel Valeo and seeing a video feed from pilots over the palace, the Field Marshal gave the order to attack those in the courtyard.

Over Halsanki

The pilots over the palace formed up in preparation to attack those in the courtyard, wondering why the rebels suddenly presented such a good target to royalist and royal allied air cover. As soon as they received the attack order, several bombs were released on course with the courtyard and several fighters changed course, initiating a strafing run.

Water Treatment Plant, Halsanki

The commando team had finally reached the control room. Finding only the operators inside, who were clearly frightened by their arrival, the control room was quickly secured. With the help of the easily persuaded operators, the palace section of the water grid was quickly shut off, leaving the rebels without the benefit of the municipal water supply.

HSMS Avon, Off Halsanki

The Field Marshal turned retrieved some official paperwork from his office just off the bridge, and after writing several lines, he ordered them to be forwarded to the Admiralty.

Turning to his communications officer, “Put that radio channel through to me, and forward the recording of Valeo to the Admiralty”

“Colonel Valeo. That is a most unwise course of action. We expect to find all of your hostages unharmed when the palace is taken.” Troops were still pushing through the last of the city, unprepared to negotiate with the rebel forces. Several fighters had also been sent out on longer and longer reconnaissance missions to make sure the army wouldn’t be surprised by any hostile forces approaching Halsanki.

Switching to a secure line, the Field Marshal continued “Hertell, the municipal water supply to the palace has been cut off. We will continue advancing unless your Prince wants to negotiate with some soon to be thirsty rebels.”

Security Briefing, Admiralty House, Avon, West Ithilien

A hasty meeting of some of the members of the House of Lords, head military officers and the Prince was called to discuss the recordings and intelligence relayed by the Hereditary Prince. Colonel Valeo’s new status as a person wanted by the crown, and the classification of the rebels remaining in Halsanki’s Palace were also discussed.

The Duke of Sutherland seemed the most shaken and repulsed by actions of the rebels. He had publicly argued against the declaration of war and the initial humanitarian airlift, preferring to let those involved sort it out themselves.

Several Hours Later...
Ithilien Broadcasting Newscast

With unusual speed, the House of Lords almost unanimously passed a bill introduced this afternoon, which has been signed into law, to increase the military contingent assigned to the Rangerian Conflict. The Second and Third Highland Regiments, and the Second Dragoons, have been called for duty and will soon be leaving for the conflict zone. A former rebel base also received special consideration, being designated as an Ithilienite military base to be held until the Rangerian Government is again stable enough to manage its own affairs.

In a surprise move, Lord Sutherland reversed his position, introduced the bill, and valiantly defended it before the house. The house was thrown into uproar over allegations of moves to execute hostages by the rebel forces. These allegations where proven by material supplied by the Admiralty, which we aren’t yet able to publish.

Admiralty House, West Ithilien

A technician was hard at work to resurrect the data contained on the drives found at Ukonnie when he suddenly gave a shout. His work was bearing some fruit as read a fragmented message. After some more work, he read... (OOC: NR, will let you continue this)

NWICNAB

The Healer nodded with satisfaction.

"An hour or two only, Milord, then you should be able to handle non-stressful work."

OOC: Your move, Ithilien.

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

Lasarkis was unhappy with the recommendation, but readily conceded Lord Halsar's superior understanding of the situation.

"Very well, Milord. I will inform Commodore Banton of your recommendations, and endorse them as orders to her taskforce."

Halsanki

Isabella Banton, whilst still being quite satisfied with the situation overall, was not a happy woman as far the rebels were concerned. The latest threat, in particular, was sufficient to make her blood boil, and she dearly wished that she was in charge of a full Imperial Navy fleet, the better to teach these insolent rebels just who held the whip-handle here.

A call from her comms officer interrupted her angry thoughts. "Ma'am. We have a reply from the capital."

"Pipe it through to my chair, Jen."

"Aye, Ma'am."

After listening to the orders, Banton was even less happy with the world, but she had her orders, and she knew it.

"Jen, broadcast me live on the rebel frequency."

"You're on, Ma'am."

"Rebel forces, this is Commodore Banton, of the Imperial Navy. I am under orders from my government not to yield a centimetre to your terroristic demands. The blood of any you spill will be on your hands, and Imperial justice will pursue you to the very ends of the earth if needs be for the crimes you have committed."

"Know this: Ambassador Doukas is the blood-kin of the Emperor, yet the Empire is prepared to sacrifice him rather than abandon its allies. You will not be permitted to flee by Imperial forces, and since the allied forces hold total land, air and sea superiority, your chances of escape are nil. Make it easier upon yourselves, and surrender now."

"Commodore Banton out."

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Doukas took the weapon firmly, but without the ease of long practice. "It has been some time, Captain. But, yes, I do understand the idea quite well - point and pull. How bad is the recoil on these?"

Vihte Airfield

Colonel Arl nodded courteously. "Two hours was the time given by Oulo Air Command. The Empire of New Chalcedon appreciates your assistance in this matter, and will remember your friendship and hospitality with great pleasure. We owe you a debt - and we always honour our debts."

Turka and surrounding areas

Colonello Muchasimo was quite pleased with himself, and it showed in hte tone of his report to Commodore Prentis.

"That's right, Commodore. he rebel convoy won't be getting to Turka - or to anywhere else, for that matter!"

"That's very good, Colonello. If you've done enough to the convoy, could you please return to Turka? We could use some help distributing hte relief supplies - we're a little shorthanded at present."

"Our pleasure, Commodore."

Near the ruins of Turka Harbour, the relief supplies were being offloaded as fast as the few functional facilities would allow.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

"Oh, yes. My name." 'Moular' blushed, as if he had almost forgotten his true name. "It's been so long, but I guess I'll have to get used to it again..."

"Very well, my true name is Alexandros Tastartis. Now, assuming that you have essentially no career here, perhaps you'd be interested in seeing the world after this is all done with?" His voice sounded almost hopeful.

OOC: I haven't posted really so I think I'm just going to pull out of this thread....I'm quite lost as to where it is going and how I can still be involved.

(OOC: Neo-Ixania, basically the situation is that Royalists and their allies are fighting over the control of Halsanki...)

Admiralty House, West Ithilien

The message was badly fragmented, but apparently it was a back-up of a message sent from the Republic High Command to the Ukonnie commanding officers. Apparently the garrison had been abandoned during the first hours of combat in Turka, and the troops had been dispatched to that western city to boost the local garrison. In the fear of a possible invasion, the High Command had ordered the garrison to be heavily trapped - as the Ithilien troops had already found out in the form of rigged explosives within the garrison grounds.

Ukonnie Garrison,
under Ithilien control

The explosives weren't the only thing slowing the Ithilien down in Ukonnie. The detachment of soldiers sent to clear the mess hall suddenly reported a ghastly message. Some of the soldiers had become violently ill, vomiting blood after they had begun clearing the storage facilities. One had already died, gasping and shaking uncontrollably in the pile of his own bloody vomit.

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"Master Lasarkis, if I knew any other way, I assure you I would let you know", the young nobleman said, shaking his head. "But I have had the privilege of meeting ambassador Doukas in the past. If anyone can talk his way out of a bind, it's him."


Halsanki

The radio at Commodore Banton's bridge blipped, the voice of Colonel Valeo beginning. "If you think you can..."

And then it was cut short, with the distant boom of Ithilien guns bombing the Palace grounds. In the city, both rebel and Royalist forces suddenly fell silent, seeing the explosions and the black, oily smoke rising from Ruhtinalyne. The ancestral palace of the Halsar was one of the great national symbols of Northern Rangeria, and the bombing of it was a painful sight for all of them.


Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Before the captain could answer, the world was sunken into the sound of explosions, the whole building shaking, men diving for cover. From the courtyard could be heard the screams of pain, of men dying and wounded.

"By Gid's beard!" one of the officers cursed as he looked out. "Someone's bombing the Palace!"

The captain helped Doukas back on his feet, and at the same time, a curious sight was seen on the courtyard: amidst the burning wreckage and the explosions, one man in a thick overcoat managed to struggle to his feet. He looked around, mouth agape, his forehead bleeding profusely as he began to fumble around at a dead officer's corpse, seeking for a gun, apparently.

Nils Arvid Aho, the leader of the rebellion, had somehow survived the bombing that had left most of the men on the courtyard dead, and almost everybody else badly wounded...

Vihte Airfield

The Royalists were true to their word. Before two hours were out, the sound of trucks could be heard as they lumbered on the narrow road, pulling large tanks of military-grade "juice".

From the lead truck, a fatigue-garbed officer jumped out, heading straight to the flight control tower.

Turka and surrounding areas

After the destruction of the convoy, the battle for Turka was effectively over. The Royalists and New Chalcedonians established control of the city, and the few members of the local Engineering Corps began to set up communications with the outside world.

A local TV station, silenced during the attack, was returned to operational status, and soon local news reported that Turka had been returned to Royalist control. That, and the rumors of Halsanki being all but taken, were enough for smaller rebel units to make contact and surrender.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

Kati laughed. "How about you first offer me a drink at the cafeteria, Alex?" she suggested, smiling. "I hear the local non-committed cooks make a mean pot of coffee..."

Lasarkis Manor, Constantinopolis Secundus
Empire of New Chalcedon

"I hope you're right, young man. I hope you're right..."

The old Secretary had appaeared to accept the reality that the rebels were beyond his personal ability to do anything about. He stood, and came around his desk to walk Lord Halsar to the door.

"Be asssured, Lord Halsar. If there is anything you can help with, or any new developments, we will ask for you to return at once. In the meantime, I've heard that the young need more rest than the old."

Halsanki

Commodore Banton was delighted.

"Ops, get a helo up - I want first-hand data yesterday!"

"Aye, Ma'am!"

A NHI-NH90 helicopter rose from the after helipad of the Illyriania within ninety seconds of the Commodore's order.

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

Alexios Doukas took the situation in with an incredulous glance as he was helped up by the Royalist Captain.

"Captain, we must act now! He has lost his guards and his retinue. We can take him prisoner right now, if we can beat the remaining rebels to him!"

Clearly, the Imperial was no stranger to the concept of decisive action, although caution may have been another matter altogether.

Vihte Airfield

Colonel Arl greeted the incoming fuel trucks like a soldier relieved after a months-long siege.

"Royalist convoy, are we ever glad to see you! Vihte's a nice town, and the people have been very hospitable, but I hate being grounded. How long until we can start taking off?"

Turka and surrounding areas

Aboard the Moesia, Commodore Prentis grunted with satisfaction.

"Comms, inform the Royalists that we're going to move out - we may be needed at Halsanki. We'll leave behind four frigates, the Hornet, and the Marines to help them keep things under control until the regular troops arrive. As soon as they confirm OK for us to leave, get us going - every minute may count."

"Helm, lay in a course, and feed it to the Squadron."

"Aye, Sir."
"Aye, aye, Sir."

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The daredevil Imperial spy, who had faced down the Black Pikes with panache, blushed again.

"Um...sure! I...I haven't done this much."

NWICNAB

“As you wish Sir; we do not wish to injure your health in any way,” the soldier replied.


Ukonnie Garrison

The remaining soldiers in the mess hall were attended by a medical team in quarantine gear, as to not expose any more lives to the unknown cause of their illness. The bombardment the base had received seemed to clear the traps in the heavily damaged areas of the base, and work was progressing on the airfield. The Garrison would soon be able to support VTOL Aircraft, and space was set aside to build a runway when materials and time allowed.

Brigadier Sterling of the 1st Rifles had set up his mobile command post near the harbour. Upon receiving the backup hard drive message, and the reports from his medical teams, he quarantined the lightly damaged buildings within the Garrison. Troops that were engaged in searching through the buildings were moved to open areas near the base perimeter or the harbour and quarantined. A special team was formed to go through and remove the traps in a safe manner.


Halsanki

The plumes of smoke obscured the pilots’ view, but using their sensor equipment they were able to confirm a hit on the rebels in the courtyard. Two squadrons of a dozen aircraft remained over the palace, hitting targets of opportunity and keeping a special eye on the courtyard, ready to take a second bombing run if any rebels decided to try and assist those who remained barely alive.


HSMS Avon, Halsanki

The radio burst to life with news from troops at Halsanki’s City Hall, which had recently fallen. “Sir, we think we’ve found a way inside the palace. According to the maps we have here, there should be maintenance access to the sewer in one of the basement rooms in the palace. We are sending the data through”

The Field Marshal pondered this development for a minute. “What’s our air strength at the moment?”

“Two squads over the palace, another two over the city, one patrolling and one at Ukonnie. 5 of 6 squads on deck ready for launch. All three light carriers at full complement.”

“Have the Meadowbrook launch two squads of helis to keep the rebels at the palace busy and transfer the fighters over the palace to attack targets in the city. I also want a sniper squad picking off any rebel that shows his face near the palace causeway. Send a commando squad through the sewer to map this route. If the route exists, send the grenadiers through.” The Field Marshal wanted to trick the rebels into thinking that an attack was coming up the main causeway, instead of where the troops were really trying to get in.

(OOC: NC, does the Imperial Navy consider Commodore a Flag Rank?)

NWICNAB

The old man nodded and slowly lay back on his bed, closing his eyes.

Halsanki

"West Ithilien taskforce C.O., come in!" Colonel Hertell barked into his walkie-talkie, seeing the plumes of dark smoke rising from Ruhtinalyne Palace, the attack helos circling the site of their rage with all the grace of vultures circling over a carcass. "This is Colonel Hertell! Come in! They have hostages in the building!"

Releasing the button, he then turned to his aide-de-camp. "Quickly, find out what the lay-out of the palace is. Those hotheads could blow up the cell blocks without even knowing it."

"Yes, sir!" the aide-de-camp nodded and ran into the front-line head quarters, set up at a former Rebel roadblock just north of Halsanki.

Meanwhile, the street fighting had taken a desperate turn. The rebel lines had been broken in the confusion of Ruhtinalyne's bombing, but that also meant that several rebel units were now left behind the advancing alliance's back. Snipers began their work now, shooting targets of opportunity as the soldiers advanced. The buildings of Halsanki were relatively low, most of them ten stories or less, but that still left plenty of windows to choose from; plenty of places where a sniper could slow down the advancing troops.

Worst of all, some of them still had anti-tank weaponry, as one unlucky Ithilien battle tank came to realize on one of the boulevards leading to Ruhtinalyne causeway. Without warning, a fizzing projectile cut across the air, and hit the tank in its less-armoured rear - and penetrating the hull. The men inside were the lucky ones: the explosion blew them apart in a blink of an eye. Those around them had to duck for cover as parts of the tank blasted in all directions, like gigantic shrapnels.

Cell block
Ruhtinalyne Palace
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

"My thoughts exactly", the captain answered and started barking orders in Rangerian. Before the New Chalcedonian could understand what was going on, one of the younger officers had already burst through the heavy door and was running like the Devil himself was after him.

"Kello kymmenen, palatsin ovi!" one of the armed men at the small windows called, and assault rifles turned towards the palace proper, where two rebel soldiers had emerged to peruse the damage. They were just lifting their guns to shoot the running Home Guard, when the prisoners' guns spoke. Bullets riddled the two men, both of them falling at the doorway while the Home Guard made his way to Aho. Without much politeness, he used the stock of his rifle to knock the "President's" lights out, and then hauled him on his shoulders. In the cellblock, the other Guards were covering his retreat with suppressive fire.

Vihte Airfield

The officer returned the salute quickly. "Captain Hankane, 2nd Rovanie Fusilliers. Don't worry, sir, my men are professionals. And with the locals clearly on our side, I'd say you'll be back in the air within the hour. See?"

The tankers had ground to a halt near the planes, and already both civilian airfield crew and military personnel were setting up fuel pumps and lines. No dilly-dallying, no idle talk... just shouts in Rangerian and the sounds of equipment being prepared.

"Our orders are clear: make sure that you get back in the air as soon as possible. The fight over the capital is getting fiercer by the minute. We just heard reports that even Ruhtinalyne had been bombarded", the captain added with a touch of sadness in his voice.

Oulo, Province of Northlands, Northern Rangeria

The blushing and the flustered voice of the New Chalcedonian actually made the young corporal Renlund laugh as she slid her arm around Alexandros's.

"If it makes it easier for you, just think we're in Monte Carlo or some other high-end place", she whispered to his ear, a devilish smile cutting across her lips. "And think of me wearing a slinky dress..."