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Near Chashniki, Vitebsk Region, Zentralreich
Taking advantage of the successful attack on Zentralian munitions and supply, the Russians launched a land assault. An artillery barrage hit the Zentralian lines as the 5th Kaskian Guards Rgt, the 9th Imperial Dragoon Rgt, the Odintsky Amphibious Rgt began to advance. As they moved forward, the Klinsky Imperial Engineers prepared their specialist behind the cloud of smoke thrown up by the smoking shells which had been fired towards the end of the barrage. And then through the smoke, the Russians advanced...
Russo-Zentralian Border, Ukrainian Russia Major
The Cossacks moved quickly around their camp, packing up their light one-man tents and cooking equipment as the column prepared to move out into Zentralian territory. Men mounted their horses as the armoured and motorised sections came to bear in a northwards direction. As they were ready to move out, the Loyalist 92nd Armoured Regiment approached, their commander, visible from a hatch in the lead tank where he stood, and nodded grimly to Pavlovna as she sat on her horse. She raised her hand aloft, and the trumpeter in her retinue raised a trumpet to her lips, and, with the fall of the Feldmarschal's hand, she blew out a long mournful note. At once the entire 225,000-strong column began to move north, ready to cross the Zentralian homeland.
Dubrovnik, Kyavan
The Eastern Wind, one of several private aircraft attached to the Greater Russian Government, touched down in Dubrovnik. As its sister craft The Southern Wind and The Western Wind touched down alongside it, they began to unload two companies of the 5th Greater Petrograd Guards. Tho took up positions on the tarmac, while their charge, aged and weary yet ethereally beautiful in the sunlight, stepped down onto the tarmac. He was helped into a Jeep by an Officer of the Lifeguards, which surrounded his vehicle in their own cars as they began to move towards the meeting place.
As the convoy came to a halt the company took up defensive positions, as the door to the central car opened and Tikon Vorobev stepped out, adjusting his tweed 3-piece suit and withdrawing his cane from the car. It was oddly shaped, the head split into two curving eagle's heads pointing in opposite directions.
He began to walk towards the entrance, flanked in a wedge by the Lifeguards, and muttered to himself under his breath,
"Marcus, Belli Rex, pretender or not. Here I come."
The order of the holy inquisitors, New Imperial Britannia, Best rwanda, and Almadaria
The Barricade had held. President Callum Rose had lived another day. He was sure it had been at least six months since he actually felt safe. Before all of the rioting, the protesting...
the warring...
America had been in Civil War for the last six months. Ever since the Grand Wizard of the White Nation had risen to power in Alabama, he had been calling for a race war, of some sort or another. First, it was George Floyd, then another, and another... soon the American government lost control. White Nationalists had been lynching any non-white man, woman, and child on first sight. The Streets of Birmingham ran red with blood.
To the North sat the American Government, headed by President Callum Rose. America's first Independent President, Rose defied all odds, beating out both Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders in the 2020 Election. Rose was, in all honesty, a die-hard Patriot. Serving in the Gulf War and the Wars in the Middle East, as they had now been called, Callum Rose was the best hope for America. He had chosen Andrew Yang as his running mate. Yang sat next to him, bleeding, and bruised from the siege. Yet, the men fought on, alongside twelve secret service members.
In the Central Northwest, the states of Montana, Idaho, North and South Dakota, and Wyoming had joined Canada, mostly for protection. Under Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, these states had been lucky to escape the onslaught.
The Californian Confederation has been the strongest opposition to the White Nation. Governor Gavin Newsom had left control in the hands of Lorenzo Durham. Durham had since taken the states of Nevada and Arizona, two neutral states, and had brought them into the confederation. Durham notoriously had much experience with commanding troops, having done so through much of the 1980s and 1990s. Durham was sure of his next target.
North of California sat the Seattle Free State. The Governor and much of the government had been killed in what would become the Siege of Olympia. The people needed someone to rally behind. Someone that they could trust. Rapper Raz Simone had been chosen. but he was sure that he would not be able to lead a nation. So, he called out to anyone in Olympia that might hear him. Matthew Alderman heard the call. Alderman had been one of the few in Olympia to have fled from the city before the Onslaught began. Raz, though disagreeing with Matthew politically, had no other options. The pair led the nation quite well, with Raz serving as a figurehead, and Alderman and his council running the show behind the scenes.
One thing is for certain. The future of America hangs in the balance.
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Vlamms Statt, Droiden, Best rwanda, and 2 othersRusliv, and Almadaria
Boston, July 31st, 2020
The militiamen stood on the barricade. They weren't very well armed and just had a few guns that were WW2 surplus. M1 Garands, Thompson guns, MP40s, and a few armed with AK-47s. Their helmets were old Hungarian M70s with 60s Soviet surplus.
One of the militiamen was smoking a cigarette.
"So, when do you think we will gain our independence?"
"Saul! Don't jinx it! We have to wait. Eventually, the king will have to give in, no?"
"Ok Yirmiyahu. Will we gain independence soon?" Saul spoke in a moking tone, resulting in Yirmiyahu playfully hitting his shoulder. That's when they saw trails in the air, being fired from the street over. One of the other militiamen yelled.
"Tear gas!"
They all equipped French 40mm gas masks. It was slow and by that time gunfire erupted as Tussian National Guard soldiers opened fire. Saul was shot through the neck.
"Saul!" Yirmiyahu yelled as he went to try and apply pressure to the wound. A low guttural sound came from Saul. Yirmiyahu picked up Saul's AK-47 and returned fire. A BTR pulled into the street and fired at the barricade. The barricade was shredded and Yirmiyahu flew back, the eye to his gas mask cracking. He stood back up slowly to return fire but was blinded by the tear gas.
Bullets whizzed by him, his fellow militiamen collapsing to the ground and being shredded. The BTR rounds took off limbs left and right. That's when he felt a sharp pain in his leg as he was hit by a soldier's rifle. More gas was fired, though it wasn't the white of tear gas. It was more yellow brownish.
Yirmiyahu felt a burning sensation on his skin and let out a guttural scream. His vision went almost black as he began to cough. The soldiers walked up as his fellow militiamen retreated. Yirmiyahu was on the ground by now; he heard the crack of a gun for half a second and everything went black.
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Vlamms Statt, Rusliv, and Almadaria
Boston, August 3rd, 2020
STATUS REPORT: CONTACT AT LONGFELLOW BRIDGE
ALL INFORMATION FOLLOWING WAS SUBMITTED BY MAJOR YISSAKHAR GRANGER AND OTHER SOURCES, WHO IS NOW AWAITING FURTHER DEBRIEFING IN THE BOSTON FOB AT [REDACTED]
The unit consisted of squadronds Youngblood 1, 3, and Orangetail 4, 5, and 2.
Youngblood 1 consisted of five soldiers, one humvee and the unit Captain.
Youngblood 3 consisted of ten soldiers, one BTR-80.
Orangetail 4 consisted of two M1 Abrams and their crew.
Orangetail 5 consisted of ten soldiers, two humvees.
Orangetail 2 consisted of three Pumas and twenty-seven soldiers.
"HQ this is Youngblood 1-1, all is clear in Sector Bravo. Heading to Sector Charlie. Crossing Longfellow Bridge now."
"Roger Youngblood 1-1. We have reports of possible tangos across the bridge, be prepared for contact."
"Roger HQ." Youngblood 1-1 got on the radio; set to the correct frequency of the unit. "Mount up! We are crossing Longfellow now to clear out the remaining militiamen." He said before nodding to Youngblood 1-2, the driver.
The unit crossed the bridge halfway before taking small arms fire and multiple rocket-propelled grenades.
Youngblood 1-1 went on the radio.
"Reverse reverse! Ambush!"
As Orangetail 2 vehicle Alpha, the rear vehicle, began reversing a large explosion came from underneath the bridge. Orangetail 4, 5, 2, and Youngblood 2 were wiped out. Youngblood 1-1, 1-3, and 1-4 managed to escape the humvee in time and found a way onto the shore near the bridge. Youngblood 1-4 was taken out by a sniper after they reached the street as 1-1 and 1-3 entered a building.
Youngblood 1-1 was captured by militiamen soon after and 1-3 escaped.
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Rusliv, and Almadaria
Cazimir shifted awkwardly in his shoes. The way Viktor referred to his daughter-in-law made the crown prince somewhat uncomfortable, almost as if he still thought of Cazimir as a small child. And perhaps he did. Though Cazimir had a happy enough relationship with Hailey, he was aware of the political value the union held, and was aware that Viktor had pulled most of the strings in finalizing the arrangement. “Errm… yes. Yes, actually. He is named Ruzhan.”
“Ah! Ruzhan, the near-mythical founder of the Vukovic dynasty.” Viktor said, gesturing to one of the room’s mosaic panels. Cazimir followed the gesture and saw the work, studying it for a minute or two, taking in the details. The figure of Ruzhan Vukova was not hard to distinguish. The great king was in the center of the art piece, immortalized in painted glass tiles. He sat atop a great black steed, surrounded by a number of noble-looking soldiers. And of course, his hands lay clasped around a shattered Bulgar banner. He was, in short, a hero. Which was subsequently why the couple had named their son after him. “A most excellent choice.”
Cazimir, however, had not come to discuss baby names. He had come to talk of war. “As much as I would like to talk about your grandson, there is something else of a greater importance on my mind.”
“Out with it, son.”
“You are aware of the ongoing struggle between the Concordat and the Throne, yes? The one for the alleged freedom of the nation of Kyavan?”
Viktor raised an eyebrow and frowned. The last thing he wanted to do was converse with his son about a war he’d narrowly avoided. Doubtless Cazimir would argue for remaining in the conflict. “Yes, I know it. What of it?” He asked, his mood now soured.
“Why did you choose to leave the Concordat. When last I checked, you disliked the Throne. What made you change your mind?”
“Politics, my son.” The whelp was barking now, Viktor thought. Time to give the whelp a thrashing. “If you had been paying attention, you’d have noticed that Droiden switched sides. It even became a core pillar. We have marriage ties with Droiden, as I’m sure you know. But not with the Russians, Reinkalistanis, English, or anyone else. Droiden was, in other words, perhaps the only thing keeping us there. Secondly, the Church didn’t want a war with another Orthodox nation, and the people plainly didn’t want a war. And I was not about to let some fool warrant me a crushing peace treaty for a war we were involved in only by association! That, Cazimir, is why I made the decision to leave the Concordat!” The whelp had been put in its place, and though the king maintained a frown, he did his best not to grin in smug satisfaction.
“I see now, my king. Forgive me.”
“You are forgiven, Cazimir. Now go. Enjoy the company of your wife, cherish the moments you have with your newborn son, and maybe, just maybe, enjoy a game at the Hippodrome.”
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Marcus glanced down at the papers in his hand.
“Now, Grandmaster, before I see to the fate your people see in this war, I wish to review with you the position of the Order in the chaos. You have played a pivotal role in the fury of both Kyavani Civil Wars. You fought for the people that created the Golden Throne, that mocked my heritage. And then, you backstabbed my grandson like a spineless chicken to tear down that which you fought for. You have spilled the blood of my people without remorse, and have -”
“Excuse me, Lord Aelrich, but the Order made swift work of your enemies. And as for spineless, when we saw the complete disregard for the teachings of Christ, we didn’t stand for it. In fact, he thought himself the Second Coming of Christ, and openly accepted heathen teachings into your land.”
“Do not lecture a living saint in his faith.”
Flavius paused.
“A saint cannot live except in Heaven. You are no saint to me.”
Marcus’ lip curled into a cold smile.
“Clearly you aren’t familiar with the stories of Kyavani saints, Grandmaster.”
Evangeline piped up, “Lord Aelrich, please show a little respect for my grandfather.”
“And I will be ashamed of it every day. Now, go to your room until you remember your manners.”
“But -”
“Go.”
Flavius turned. “No. Don’t go, Evangeline.”
Marcus’ eyes burned with a dark hatred but he retained control of his facial expression.
“Grandmaster. Stand. Down.”
“No.”
With a wave of Marcus’ hand, one of his knights stepped forward, hefting a broadsword over his shoulder. The Grandmaster’s left foot slid backward, his hands finding their center. The guard lunged, but found Flavius to the side of the weapon. Flavius’ arms swung down, and a brief blast of fire sent the guard spiraling back. Sword in hand, the Grandmaster looked back to Marcus.
He began to spin the sword, sparks building along its surface. The air began to heat, then boil, as the steel creaked and the lightning crackled along the surface.
“You insolent, insensitive-”
BANG
A gunshot rang through the air. Marcus lowered the pistol and dropped it on the pavement in disgust. Flavius felt his grasp slipping. He breathed in, but the air didn’t follow. He could see Marcus ahead of him; he could destroy this old man where he stood. But Evangeline was right there. He couldn’t.
He swung the sword wide as he fell to his knees, and then all he could see was light.
Marcus heard the blast and felt the heat, but all he could process was the light
“Lord Aelrich, are you alright?”
Marcus opened his eyes. Flavius’ body, and the broadsword, were gone. Vaporized. But their absence wasn’t what caught his eyes.
The garden. Or what was the garden.
“Helene, no...”
“My lord, we need to move you to safety, now.”
“MOVE.” Marcus dashed forwards, to the shattered steps and smoldering crater. All he had left of his life before. Gone.
“My lord?”
“Gather every man, woman, and child from the Order within this city. Bring them here. Show them no mercy.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Marcus fell to his knees, tears streaming down his weathered face. He surveyed the damage to his love’s garden, trying to hold on to the shattered pieces of his memory and the garden.
“Your grandfather learned how to walk in that garden, Evangeline. I, I… I proposed to Helene on that step. All of it...gone!”
Evangeline stood in silence, at a loss for words. After a minute, she ran off towards the palace.
“My lord?”
Marcus turned to see Michael IV.
“My lord, where is my grandfather, the Grandmaster?”
The words were lost to Marcus, the ringing in his ears too strong.
“Listen well, Michael. You are a disgrace to this family and to me. You have the blood of saints inside you, the blood of ancient warriors, you disgrace them all. When your homeland burned, you were off making a life with monks and cowards. Your sister was raised by our family, she lived the faith and grew into a great warrior, far better than you will likely ever be. She has more Aelrich blood in her veins than you produce upon being cut with paper! She stayed, and where were you? Trudging through the jungle instead of avenging your father! I am ashamed to call you my blood, traitor.”
Silence.
“But, my boy, I will not end your cursed existence yet, for you still have some shot at redemption. Come, your presence will be needed to bring the Order and the cowards you called your people to their knees.”
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Shores of Normandy, Alpes a septentrionali imperium
The three 406mm cannons of the HMS Imperial and the HMS Sovereign opened fire on the coastal defences. Blast after devastating blast, they tore through concrete walls and barbed wire, though it was not extremely effective. The defences were of high enough quality and the ships in low enough numbers that only slight damage was sustained during the bombardment.
The two battleships continued their fire, but pulled away from the landing site and instead focused on the defences on the sides. Meanwhile, the ten transport ships deployed their landing craft—smaller barges that carried a few platoons over. The damaged defences slowed the landing down, but soon a beachhead was established. With planes in the sky and ships firing at the defences, the invasion had begun.
16th Regiment.
Devon’s 16th Regiment was one of the first to land. It was tasked with creating a defensive line across the beach for further landings.
A bomber dropped its payload overhead, clearing the area in front of them. The regiment pushed forwards, taking extreme caution to avoid traps and heavy defences. Though the battleships had cleared some of the obstacles, the ships would not remain here forever. They needed to resupply, and the 16th needed to secure their area before the ships leave.
Dubrovnik.
The plane touched down at a relatively intact airport. William and Ethan—the King and his Foreign Minister—walked out of the plane, while the security detachment remained on the plane. They wouldn’t be attending the conference, and would be guarding the plane from sabotage.
William and Ethan, in the meantime, headed towards the Imperial Gardens, just in time to see the blast.
“Not a good time, I presume.”
“No, my lord.”
They stayed away, leaving whatever happened there alone.
Royal Airport, London.
There was a saying in ancient China: Money could make ghosts push a mill. Evidently true in New Imperial Britannia, for Thomas and his team now stood in the airport with an employee’s uniform.
It costed twelve thousand Pounds, but the chaos the assassination would bring was well worth the price. Hidden in an abandoned farm was a crate of high-powered explosives from a shady arms dealer. There was no guarantee on quality, but all they could do was pray that it worked when the time came.
Boston City Hall, August 5th, 2020, 0330 hours
Fighting around the city hall was growing intense. The area surrounding it was almost unrecognizable. The Green Army had made "barrack buster" mortars to counter the artillery and mortar support the Tussian Army and New English National Guard had.
The fighting was brought to police and military barricades close to the city hall. The Green Army had surrounded it.
"This is Bravo 2-1, the militiamen have us surrounded and we are taking heavy fire! We request an evac of important military personnel and civilians!"
"Bravo 2-1, the possible LZs are to hot for us to get through. The militiame-"
"I could give two f*cks about it being to hot! Give us something! Send in Warthogs or AC-130s! We can't hold them forever!"
HQ would hear loud explosions and someone in the distance yell "Mortars!"
"We will have an AC-130 sent to provide air support. Most planes are refueling but Omega 1 is ten minutes out."
"Thank Adonai! We will hold out the be-"
The radio was hit by shrapnel from a mortar.
"F*ck! The radio is toast!" Bravo 2-1 grabbed his AKM and fired back at the Green Army.
One soldier was firing a belt fed IWI Negev as the fighting was intense. The Tussians were shooting mostly tracers back at the militiamen who were outmatched by technology but had overwhelming numbers.
"RPG!" Bravo 2-4 yelled as a rocket propelled grenade hurled towards Bravo 1-6 and his IWI, taking him and two SWAT officers out.
An M1 Abrams pulled forward and fired an HE round into the street, hitting four militiamen.
That's when the militiamen used the Tussian Army's own weaponry against them. They had taken an armory filled with different chemical weapons and fired Tussian G-2 Mustard gas at the barricade. Bravo 2-1 and what remained of his squad put on their gas masks but most of the soldiers didn't have any as supplies were low. They retreated back as the militiamen charged with their own gas masks and PPE.
The Green Army was a couple steps closer to seizing Boston.
MineLegotia and Equestria, Rusliv, and Almadaria
13 Days Ago
Sirens were sounding, as rockets from Turkey streaked towards the small fleet. They impacted the water and decks violently, dark smoke rolling off of the damaged ships. Once it cleared, the extent of the damage became clear. The Salizar, one of the 5 destroyers, was listing to port, the remaining destroyers taking on water slowly. The Oasis Spirit had too been damaged, its flight deck taking some holes to it. The missiles fired in relation hit little but dirt, the Russian Artillery long gone. After a futile fight for some half an hour, the Salizar was abandoned, its crew shuttled to the other destroyers. The ships crews did what they could to hold back the water for the time being, slowly turning and docking on Rodos. What troops were there began doing what they could to assist with plugging the holes, beginning repairs.
8 Days Ago
The battle for Rodos was winding down, Eastern and Core troops on the verge of total victory; perhaps a thousand or so of the enemy remained, yet the third wall of the city refused to fall. Rockets launched from house windows, blowing open holes in the walls. Troops collided in a swirling battle of pure ferocity. Knives and swords inflicted just as much damage as the guns at the hands of the troops. And then, a sound.
https://youtu.be/_N-l58lD_Uk
The broadcast plays twice over the various loudspeakers, before stopping. It felt as though the battle had been frozen. Then, the clunk of a weapon. The Chaptermaster of the Rhodes chapter of the OSL, perhaps a moment or two before beheading a Eastern officer, let his weapon fall, sinking to his knees. His fellows did the same. Then, the troops of the Core joined them, followed by much of the militamen. Only the Eastern Troops remained standing, confused. It was where that the battle of Rodos and Rhodes simply ended. Boths sides pulled back to their territory, the endless gunfire stopping, bringing a unnatural silence upon the city.
The Royal Palace, Jerusalem
The Warden set down the phone, raising another and talking quickly, and repeating. He had scrambled to call off offensives in Rhodes and his successful campaign in Egypt, which was perhaps a day off crushing the enemy forces there (OOC: I never managed to roll or number this, joust going off number stationed there, my total count, and general info kya told me throughout). The average Eastern citizen from what was kafair knew only the most basic info about Marcus the 2nd. Being a warden, however, and spending some time in the Core, he was far more informed then the rest of his people. He hastily ordered both a diplomatic mission, and for construction crews from the Thrones Floridian and Caribbean colonies sent to aid in Dubrovnik. Shaking his head at the new workload, he set to the task.
6 Days Ago
A flight of aircraft touched down, the first, a sleek private aircraft, unloading a strangely beautiful man. He was wearing a simple suit, though within his suitcase was a folded midnight blue suit for the conference. His skin, the color of dark chocolate, was broken up by his hair, which was staring to show the graying lines of age, 56 though he was. Jafaar Singe was the head of the small procession of 5 (him, a member of the military's general staff, a assistant, and a pair of specialist guards) which now entered Dubrovnik. The three other far larger aircraft began unloading their cargo of men and woman, who streamed out. So it was that the Eastern troops arrived to assist their comrades in rebuilding their city, and so it was that the East secured its spot within the coming conference.
The order of the holy inquisitors, Russia major, New Imperial Britannia, Best rwanda, and 3 othersRusliv, Almadaria, and Seattle autonomous zone
Across Alpes a septentrionali imperium
The LRA’s terroristic attack on Lyons had yielded countless casulaties, millions in property damage, and a state of political reeling. In the while that had passed since then, the private military corporations had banded to defeat a common enemy. ProStar, the biggest in the business, Sprocket, the second biggest and their competitor, of course the LRA, Preobrazhensky Risk Company, Nylon Risk Company, David & Cowell’s, Storm Engagment, the list goes on. United in the Union Pact against the Overwhelming State, or UPOS. It was now time for Operation Pilier Tombant to proceed.
The first landing was at Dunkirk, Gallia. 60,000 men, mostly Sprocket, landing across the beaches at several positions by sea, with another 1,200 parachuting in. The second at the major port of Le Havre, where 80,000 soldiers landed, a dozen ProStar cruisers and a destroyer bombarding, as well as bombers lacing every landing site when it can. The LRA landed its provided 25,000 miltiamen at a beach near Beyonne, where it has ferried in armed cars and vehicles. At Marseille, 60,000 troops landed, along with more naval and air coverage. The small coastal town of Dieppe was subject to a 30,000 man landing, again with the usualy all fronts cover fire.
Finally, the biggest landing took place at the port of St. Nazaire, where there was a river that travelled inland. 200,000 men, 70,000 ProStar, 50,000 Preobrazhensky Risk, 50,000 Sprocket, 30,000 a Nylon Risk and Hound Services coalition landing. Small boats jetted into the river, while precious, expensive jets were deployed to strike at the port.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HMltLDrA_w
This message would be replayed at every landing.
Besides the naval landings, inland cities were also subject to bombing, Paris and Lyons were the most attacked but also the most protected. Squads of parachute elites landed in the rural countryside to infiltrate. At every naval landing were also ferried tanks and utility vehicles.
All around, there were approximately 458,203 soldiers in the nation, with a planned 200,000 more on the way following the withdrawal of half the ProStar troops from Kyavan as well as citizen reserve deployment.
The order of the holy inquisitors, Russia major, Salcanceacy, New Imperial Britannia, and 4 othersBest rwanda, Rusliv, Almadaria, and Free america movement
Boston Frontline, Near City Hall, August 5th 2020, 1800 Hours
Green Army commander Naftali Westenberg stood in front a barricade of militiamen. Most were tired, hurt, or just exhausted from the fighting. Morale was running low quickly. He stood on top of a tank and grabbed a megaphone as he turned to the soldiers. When he began to speak, all the soldiers went quiet.
"My brothers! Sisters of the revolution! These last few days have been rough. We've lost many men fighting for our independence. Sons, brothers, daughters, wives, and all across. We are all exhausted, but we have a dedication to the struggle. To this war, no?"
There were murmurs of agreement within the ranks.
"We mustn't let their sacrifices be in vain, my fellow soldiers. We've started the war with the oppressors and we shall not lose. We fight to the last blood."
"Aye brother!" One soldier yelled, most of the others agreeing.
"This war will be fought to every last drop of American blood. The oppressors will learn that we will not tolerate them holding us underneath their boots! King David shall learn the true ferocity of the American people! We will not be under a king any longer! There will not be one king, but we will all be kings!"
"Aye!" The militiamen all yelled, their guns raised in agreement.
"The government won't give us our freedom? We will take it! They will shed Tussian blood on their soil! We will no longer be Tussians, but Americans! With this war, a new culture will be born! A new people!"
"Aye!"
Naftali lowered his voice to a serious, ferocious tone. "They want total war? They want us to fight and push them out? They will oppress us worse if we lose. DO YOU WANT TOTAL WAR!"
"Aye!" The militiamen yelled in unison, guns raised.
"THEN WE WILL GIVE THEM TOTAL WAR!"
The militiamen yelled various chants as they fired multiple rounds into the air.
"Show them the ferocity of the American people of! Charge! Long live America!"
"Long live America!" The militiamen yelled. Most of them had already fixed their bayonets during the speech and ran forward, yelling at the top of their lungs. Mortar rounds fired and soon enough a large firefight started. Many men were mowed down in seconds but most kept going or took cover to provide suppressing fire on the Tussian barricade.
Salcanceacy, Rusliv, Almadaria, and Liberimarcat
Site 13, Underground Hanger Bay 3a, Cameia, Salcanceacy
A hanger bay is filled with life as personnel load armored crates onto a Air Falcon passenger plane. at the front of the hanger three men are stood in a circle around each other. Two of the men face another in a tuxedo.
"Agent Riley, agent Miller I'm glad I could get you both on such short notice, orders came down for two couriers and you were the only ones available"
"Well can't say I was busy, just come off a milk run near Beleka, then I got the call for this"
Agent Millar looks over his shoulder to check how the loading is going, before Riley interjects.
"I was already here with my feet up on a desk, until Visser told me to report to you Agent Smith, said something about needing a pilot to fly through a war-zone or something"
"That's only part of your assignment. However, I'll cut to the chase, you'll both be flying out to the Azores via the Atlantic, before you start turning towards Alpes a septentrionali imperium. Your cargo is highly sensitive and valuable, of course under no circumstances are you to tamper with the cargo or it's containers. In addition you'll be flying out a Bureau attache, headed by Agent Fisher, he'll be your CO along the way until you make the return trip. Agents Fishers team will handle the cargo once you've landed in Alpes and finalize it's transaction, then you are to fly back to Salcanceacy with the payment."
Agents Riley and Miller nod, before another person walks over to the group.
"I trust Agent Smith has briefed you gentlemen about your mission, I am Agent Fisher your commanding officer up until you make the return trip. I'm sure you gentlemen understand that the Mediterranean and by extension Europe is too hot to fly over, hence why we're taking the long route for this mission. Your flight information is in the cockpit of that plane over there, once we're over Alpes we'll be intercepted by their air-force and escorted to an airfield. When it's time for your departure you'll be escorted up until the West coast, then you'll retrace your journey back to Salcanceacy."
Agent Smith peers over at the plane, seeing the personnel loading the plane finish with the last crate.
"Riley, Miller I wish you the best of luck, I think you should start your flight preparations now"
Both men salute Agent Smith before waling towards the plane, as they do so he leans towards Agent Fisher.
"A decoy aircraft has already been sent ahead from Lobito as bait, the rest of your team should arrive in a couple hours after you touch down in Alpes, they'll bring the rest of your equipment and munitions for your operation. I wish you luck Fisher you'll need it up there"
The two men shake hands before they venture towards the plane. Several passengers begin to board as the Hangers doors begin to slowly open. Some time passes before the plane begins to taxi into an underground tunnel, eventually it stops at a large lift and is fastened down. The lift moves upwards towards the surface before bulkheads on the top of the shaft open up to reveal the night sky. Soon the lift stops at the surface and the plane is detached from the lift, the plane then begins to taxi out towards the runway. In a matter of minutes the plane starts to take off, beginning it's journey to Alpes.
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Boston Frontline, August 5th 2020, 1820 Hours
Hand to hand combat. Bullets whizzing by, explosions all around. Malachi never expected one day to be fighting a war in his home city.
He fired his AKM at the charging militiamen. His squadron was also firing as the smoke was thick. Malachi's vision was quickly blotted out as a mortar shell landed in front of him, throwing him onto his back. He was half a mile from where the gas was initially fired.
Within seconds he was grappling with a militiaman, pushing his opponent into the wall. He managed to get the knife out of the militiaman's hand but was pushed back. He brought his fists up, now in a brawl. All around him his brothers-in-arms were in close quarters combat. Some were stabbed by bayonets, others shot down, some doing the same to the militiamen.
Malachi threw the first punch, aiming for the head. The militiaman dodged and gave Malachi a gut punch. Malachi was 24 and had done boxing before he joined so he could take a punch. He took the militiman's hand with his other and threw him headfirst into the side of a car before landing two punches into the gut of the militiaman.
The militiman was staggered so Malachi grabbed his own knife and drove it through the stomach of the militiman. He stabbed him a few more times before pulling back.
Malachi looked down at his now blood soaked hand and back at the body of the militiman. Thousnads of thoughts ran through his mind. A week ago they could've been at the bar, getting drinks together. They might have gone to the same school together. Maybe they were in the same restaurant last month. Malachi was frozen for a few seconds before coming to again when a mortar threw dirt into his face. Malachi wiped his face off and grabbed his gun again, ensuring the bayonet was secure before charging back into the battle.
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“¿Qué demonios estoy mirando?” Said Arbelaez. His face bore an exasperated expression and, in the tinged light, appeared more tired than his posture let on. The President sat in the middle of the table surrounded by papers, his eyes searching for any patterns and shared meaning between it all.
“Here,” General de Brigada Yepes said, indicating a marked road map, “are the roadblocks and checkpoints we’ve established to quarantine possible insurgent zones. No arms, no guerillas get beyond that or anywhere west. I took the liberty of also doubling highway policing to and fro cities and establishing checkpoints to all major cities.”
Arbelaez sat back from his examination of the papers and sighed. “Asombroso, we’ve cut the country in two. Now, do you have a plan to deal with the insurgents?”
Teniente General Andujar, who had been standing back from the table watching Yepes make his report, interposed at last.
“Jefe, as I see it we have but one choice-- swiftly crush this insurgency by whatever means necessary. We have history as evidence of where half measures failed, and we will use history to pick only the most effective tactics of the victors to deal with these agitators. I have plans drafted for relocations of obvious sympathizers and orders calling for a systematic cordon-and-search of the entire region. If they’re there, we will find them.”
“Relocations?” Arbelaez asked tentatively.
“Only as we deem necessary. Anyone with past convictions or are in the economic range that an insurgency would prey on will be sent to temporary residence in a secured region as to deprive the guerillas of support.”
“I see. Excelente trabajo, Andujar. May I see it?”
“Sí, jefe.” The general stooped across the table to hand Arbelaez a file from his briefcase.
“Now, how has the planning gone for Tordesillas?” Arbelaez asked as he skimmed through the file, nodding. The room was filled with the rustling of papers as counter-insurgency plans were replaced with newer papers, with maps of the Caribbean, South America, and the world as a whole.
“We took your suggestions into-- consideration-- but still, the task force must object to the use of air support during the operations. It would appear far too obvious and would immediately put the homeland into jeopardy in case of counterattack.” Cautiously stated another general, this one part of the Air and Air Defense Forces.
“How else are we supposed to support our soldiers then, General Pavon? Have them set up an observation balloon after they make landfall so they know what’s in front of them?”
“It is indeed a risk to have troops advance unsupported by either artillery, aircraft, or armor, but as you keep pressing that we must perform this operation, those are sacrifices we must make to preserve ourselves. The only possible advantages we are allowing our infantry to have is the potentially limited garrison and the brazen presumption that the enemy is off-balance and inattentive to what is going on under their nose.” Brigadier Mayor Pavon said sullenly.
Arbelaez made a slow, controlled smile as he paused. “Well, what if we weren’t the ones doing the flying? That is, what if another country made air strikes while we either direct their fire or use it to cover up our own? We have been communicating with the embassy of The order of the holy inquisitors and have come to an agreement-- we will set aside two airbases for their military’s use, so that they may strike into the heart of Kynor. Their campaign in Guyana has slowed, so they’ll be eager to open a new front.”
“Señor presidente, I hope you know it necessary for the task force dedicated to planning your invasion to be privy to changes like these?” Pavon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose irritatedly.
“I am the Commander-in-Chief. I will do what I see to be necessary and release information as I see fit. Right now, we may have our air support. I’ll allow you to see the application of their firepower to our advantage and the embedding of our strike craft within their operations.”
“So, we’ll have to draft orders for FADAA now.”
“Yes, Brigadier Mayor, you will. Be careful with your tone or I’ll have you stripped of rank. Ahora, for the rest of you, I want the insurgency brought to its knees and Cavillo on a cross. Then work with the Inquisitors for their transition here, and get our infantry transport and air support. In two day’s time, I want this plan ready to be implemented.”
Arbelaez stood, prompting the rest of the room of military men to do the same. They saluted as the jefe walked out the door, and didn’t dare drop their salute until the pregnant moments after he left.
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Alpes a septentrionali imperium
Ever since the initial landings, supply ships from mainland Liberimarcat had been flowing in unimpeded by naval attack due to the positioning of the defender fleet. Now, on August 4, 2020, there was an abundance of ships approaching the beachheads, more than the usual supplies.
Dozens of landing ships, 100,000 more soldiers at Dunkirk, St. Nazaire, and Marseille along with several more cruisers, AA gun, mortar deployments, and armored vehicle deployments. These forces were made up of the men partially shipped from Kyavan, and of a pool of reserve forces, united and paid under one uniform. There was also a smaller deployment of 40,000 soldiers at Dieppe and 10,000 at Beyonce, making for a 350,000 man follow up landing across the coast, 150,000 more than were first anticipated.
Meanwhile, on a large cruiser in the Atlantic, just off shore, technicians were ready to initiate another operation, PsykOp Dawn. In the afternoon, August 4th, 2020, the following message was repeated on the radio, satellite televisions, every open scanner channel, select cable programs, and computers connected to the internet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LW0ltIsP8s
The surrender message continued to be blasted via PA on the mainland, and occupying troops continued to flood the beaches.
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Post by Kyavan suppressed by a moderator.
Atlantic, 15 Miles off the coast of Alpes a septentrionali imperium
An Air Falcon passanger plane sores through the air at high altitude, moving closer to Alpes. In the cockpit Agent Miller is flying the plane, whilst Agent Riley sleeps, suddenly the radio crackles before an assertive voice says.
"Attention unidentified aircraft you are entering imperial airspace without your transponder on, please indentify yourself and prepare to be escorted"
Agent Millar nudges Riley to wake him up before he responds to the message.
"This is Air Falcon flight AF569, our transponder malfunctioned over the Atlantic, we'd like to request permission to land prematurely in Alpes, so that we may resolve the issue"
A few minutes pass as Millar hits Riley to wake him up again, to his luck Riley awakens in a daze. However, the radio crackles again before the voice speaks out again.
"Air Falcon flight AF569 maintain your current heading and maintain your altitude at 30,000 feet, aircraft are already on route to escort you to an airbase for inspection and repairs. Please note that if you attempt to disregard our instructions then you will be shot down"
Millar looks at Riley before pressing the seat belt button.
"I've got them on radar, 5 miles out. They're quick but they are expecting us"
Riley adjusts his seat, before picking up a nearby coffee cup, still half full.
"Lets just hope they're aren't any complications"
The plane continues towards alpes before it is intercepted and lead deeper into Alpes.
Atlanic Ocean, Cargoship
A cargo ship stears through the ocean heading north in the night, the sea is mostly carm. However, two men stand on the ships bridge bickering amongst themselves.
"So it's your last job then"
"Yeah, corporate want to chain me to a desk, then roll me out every once and a while to help train more seamen"
"It's a ashame but what can you do at your age"
"Not much really righr now I'm as fit as a fiddle, but on paper my age makes me a liability, an expensive insurance premium liability"
"Corporate never changes does it, actions motivated by greed"
"I couldn't agree with you more, I say they'll sit me at a desk for two weeks before letting me go"
"Two weeks is too kind they have you out within the first day, chesapeakes"
"Well I guess I'll have to make this job one to remember, maybe vist a couple bars and some sites around the city. Hell I might even take some pictures for the grand kids"
"Aye, me and the lads will probably head out with you for a drink. Manifest says we're in port for two days so a night full of nothing but drinking is a good way to send you off"
"Manifest said something about a couple creates being unloaded and the rest staying onboard, before we set off back home. I see corporate is still keeping the money wheel turning"
"Yep, it's always turning for them"
The ships continues to sail north into the night, as weather starts to pick up.
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Larpiskekistanburg, Capital of LARPimaract
"'Scuse me sir, you might wanna see this."
"What is it?"
"There's this weird nation called... Liberimarcat that stole our flag and name."
"Can we copystrike this guy?"
"Yes Mr.Alinito."
"Dew it."
Attention CEO of Liberimarcat. Please report to the LARPimaractan courthouse in Larpiskekistanburg immediately. You will be tried for copyright infringement and could have your nation canceled by the Libtardian cults. You have 69 hours.
Hail the Confederation!
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Larpiskekistanburg
Bang. A single gunshot echoes through the halls of the dormant factory. CEO Alinito slumps to the ground, dead. New CEO Beyonce steps over his corpse and walks out of the building and into her limo.
"Delphine. Get me my spandex leggings. The pink, spandex leggings."
"Yes your beyonceness. Care for some bathwater?"
"Later. There is much LARPing to be done."
Hail the Confederation!
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HQ Broadcasting Station
"Oh, hi there!" An overly enthusiastic saleswoman says. "We're from the Animal Welfare Fund, a democratically run NGO that provides money for animals. You want to donate?"
She points to a sign in front of her, containing the minimum amount and a bitcoin link.
"That's all. Goodbye, and thanks for donating!"
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The Five Great Burgers were touched by the nation's efforts, and so they decided to send as many resources to them as possible.
-A large abundance of burgers. McDonalds, to be exact.
-An execessive amount of Western Sugar Water
-Still incredibly hot and well-wrapped deep fried butter on a sticks
-Fries. McDonalds fries, of course.
-Loads of bags of chips
They also sent a large red bucket (made out of peppermint candy!) filled to the brim with chocolate gold coins.
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"So, we're sending reinforcements to the people we condemned but didn't really condemn within in a commendation of marriage, which was also a condemnation disguised as a response to marriage, against a bunch of greedies who basically have the same governmental structure as the burning piece of old wood known as 
MineLegotipony?" '
The Princess-Governor tilted her head at the General's question. "What doth thee cullionly, gen'ral?"
"Princess, you're speaking old Equestrian again," General Semuanawak, rubbed her face with her claw. The griffon - like many MineLegoEquestrians - knew of the Princess-General's history, and that she had hard times moving on from her own time.
"Ah s'rry gen'ral-general, now what was your question again?" The ethereal flowing mane of the Alicorn seemed to glow in the nightlight. The general spent enough time here to understand of alicorn nature. Essentially too high for him to understand.
"Why are we sending reinforcements to the Frog Eaters again?" There were drafted plans for over a hundred thousand troops to go to the frontlines of France to defend against an assault of what MineLegoEquestrian Politicians would call, 'Wannabe MineLegotiponyians', because to them, the only insane greedy bastards that can exist are those MineLegotiponyians.
And the Ententeans.
And the Mleocunese Equestrians.
And the MineLegoEquestrians.
Huh.
"Ah simple, general, they might be disgusting heretical frog eaters, but they're not greedy insane wannabes. I mean, the bigger threat to stability are them anyways. The throne may be heretical, but they are not anarchists who wish to tear down tradition,"
"Huh," Semuananak said, looking back down at the cards she held. "Also, go fish,"
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BREAKING NEWS OUT OF Liberimarcat
Military company ProStar Defender has bought out their main competitor Sprocket, raising their human assets to 1.3 million militants. Shortly after this humongous purchase, troops began to pour out of Alpes a septentrionali imperium by the thousands, a full retreat. It is believed this is due to Sprocket's bankruptcy declaration shortly after the pact entered the war, and because the board of ProStar has been revamped following the termination of all military officials on said board. PMC stocks have boomed, as the private military pact's forced entry into the war by nationalist war generals was, according to ProStar Public Relations Representative Akira Okua, "a money hole". The company has made a statement claiming to speak on behalf of the nation, stating they will no longer "engage in active warfare with the Watester Concordat or the Golden Throne unless under immediate threat of siege...passive armament supply agreements are to remain active for both belligerents." Even the ultranationalist LRA has exited the war, they too filing for bankruptcy. However, it is expected they will source enough capital to sustain themselves from private donors.
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the Morshu's Paradise
Morshu: Lamp oil, rope, bombs, you want it?
Link: Morshu, you wanna tell me what this is all about?
Morshu: Listen Link. As I walk through the valley of the Faces of Evil I take a look at my shop and realize this is illegal. ‘Coz I’ve been selling rope and bombs so long that even Impa thinks that my mind is gone. I’m an educated clerk with rubies on my mind, got my gem in my hand and a gleam in my eye. I’m a loc’d out Morshu, set trippin’ trader and my homies is down so don’t arouse my anger. Debt ain’t nothing but a bad deal away. I’m living life sell or die, what can I say? I’m twenty-six now but will I live to sell another year? The way things is going I don’t know.
Ganon: Tell me why are we so blind to see
Morshu: That the bombs we buy
Ganon: That you will need
Link: Huh?
King Harkinian: My boy been spending most their lives living in the Morshu’s Paradise; *sip* Been spending most their lives living in the Morshu’s Paradise. *sip* Keep spending most their lives living in the Morshu’s Paradise. *sip* Keep spending most their lives living in the Morshu’s Paradise.
Background Morshu: MMMMMMMMMM, MMMMM, MMMM, MMMMMM, MMMMMM, MMMM, MMMMM, MMMMMM,
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Los Angeles, California
Channel walked back into the capital building after his interview with the LA Times smiling. He had no intent of bring the Constitution back. He walked up to the Aldrick Ventrall, the Speaker of the Council of 7, who was at gunpoint
"You're a madman Channel, you've got what you wanted, now let the rest of the council go"
Channel smiled and gave the signal to release the rest of the Council of 7
"You and the Council have done a service to your country Mr. Ventrall, now I am free to save this country"
Ventrall went up to Channels face and hit it with his cane
"You're not saving this country, you're only destroying it, all so you can gain more territory and invade sovereign island nations. The Concordat and Golden Throne will condemn your actions and you'll be the one destroyed"
Ventrall is taken away as Channel wipes off the blood from his nose and lip. He scoffs at the old man and walks into the war room
Abel Sarcas stands in attention once Channel enters the room
"At ease Moff Sarcas. Our plans will go into motion soon enough, soon the Pacific will be under my control"
Sarcas eased up a bit and showed Channel a map of California
"The 137th Division is awaiting orders to invade Hawaii, once we take the islands, we'll have a perfect base of operations to start taking the smaller islands. The citizens might not like this plan, do we have measures if they decide to protest?"
"Yes we do, don't worry about it"
Meanwhile, in the headquarters of the Council of 7
"Channels gone too far, there must be a way we can stop him"
Aldrick Ventrall shook his head
"I don't know if we can do anything"
Suddenly, one of the council members lit up, like he had a plan
"We can do something Mr. Speaker, just give me the resources"
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