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Felis

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The smoke stacks flowed out of the city of Karandin, the city divided by the North Cronaal Wall. One could see the city from miles away, the streets that were stacked upon eachother in a box-like manner making it seem as if the city itself were some giant scaffolding that grew higher and higher by the year, at the center of the city on could see the giant, towering spire of the Fredrick Tower that jutted out of the center of the chaotic mess. Most cities on Cronaal had adopted the 'Stacked Street' style of building, piling streets upon eachother and holding them up with buildings and steel beams. Half the city was blocked off by a large, concrete wall and much of the traffic had been diverted through other routes with buildings demolished to make way for newer roads, allowing the North Cronaal Wall to stand high and mighty despite the cities unusual construction and the essential control of the cities' populace by the North Cronaal authorities.

The serenity was to change though, the grand-design of the city began to collapse in on itself in the North side, a bomb had destroyed much of the supporting structures that held up the streets above. Fires had begun to start and panic was ensuing across the Northern side, it could barely be heard on the other side of the 20" concrete wall the separated the South. The makeshift police system that the Nebulans had instated in the cities of North Cronaal were utterly careless with the event and had only evacuated people from the area into the suburbs, outside of the endless scaffold. People began to get concerned, no fire brigade came as the city burned and the smell of crisp fresh filled the lower streets, no protectors came either and all they could hear was gunfire and the deaths of many in the distance, echoing and beating through the endless, dark streets of the city.

The glaring sun burst through the colossal hole that was created by the explosion, the light poured into the connecting streets and the eyes of those who'd trapped themselves in the consuming, dark hovels that the city created felt their eyes burn and fill with urging, stinging pain. Rebel soldiers ran at the gaping hole they'd created, looking at their unintended destruction as the fire engulfed the small area around them and the North Cronaal police began to fire at them behind.
 
Finally, late at night, 5,000 troops from the newly-founded Syrixian Peacekeeping Forces arrived in Oakshire following the plea for help from South Cronaal. The troops were not weary, but excited, energized and ready to protect the city from falling. Showing their identification to the authorities, they got into the city. They then made their way to Karandin. What they saw was utterly terrifying. Fire was everywhere; blood, gore, bullets and crying citizens dotted the streets. Small buildings were collapsing. The flaming city could be seen from miles away, and the screaming could be heard from just as far. The peacekeepers could hear firing. Suddenly, one of those fired bullets hit a peacekeeper, killing him instantly.
 
The Aussenministerium of the Empire of Kannex expresses grave concern at the chaos occurring in Karandin and hopes for a speedy restoration of order in this troubled land.
 
The Nebulan fleet has been mobilized and fortifications set up on the Kalinins. Nebulan troops are expected to land tomorrow and restore order.
 
The original rebel plan was to assault a small checkpoint on 11th Baker Way, nearby the center-city, and simply cause conflict there to alert the Nebulans of their presence, it would've then led onto protests which would 'somehow' become increasingly violent in the coming months but they'd overestimated the supports of the city and underestimated the small bomb they'd planted days prior. The entire collapse of the center-city and weakening of the entire scaffold-like structure of the city was not planned. Their movement was generally unsupported by the populace and it was difficult to get their presence known due to the little amount of major incidents the rulers of North Cronaal had started besides the disgruntling of the public about the 'mysterious' death of a pro-Activist and the general big-brother attitude of the government.

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, the leading 'general' of the rebel group, simply named Burning Mountains or BM, stood over a large, expansive table with a map of Cronaal with geographical detail and minuscule city-maps like a stone statue, a dead, cold face to match. He was infuriated by the incompetence of the lowers, but more so himself - He'd blamed himself for the Collapse the most by this point, he'd ignored the small operation and let it be led by incompetent secondary-school drop-outs and people who'd barely graduated college and university. He wiped his arms across the surface of the table, knocking all the small war-pieces off of the table and onto the floor, several continued to roll out of the room at a slow-pace, in fury. He breathed heavy and looked forward for a moment, a small group of people handling some electronical equipment at the back of the room simply ignored what he'd done.

Over in Karandin, fires ravaged many streets of the city and the populace had little idea on what to do after realising that the Nebulan-installed emergency services would not risk themselves for Cronaals, who were seemingly looked down upon as inferior. With the North Cronaal Wall being broken by more than one of the events of the past few hours, the fires and collapse continued within the South Cronaal side, with rubble from the North collapsing over into the South (OOC: Think of it being flown over by flame-induced explosion or momentum pushing it) onto the city-center itself and hitting the bottom of the skyscrapers that stood tall and free from the scaffold-like structure of the stacked streets. One skyscraper being damaged so much by the rubble that had hit it's base almost countless times had entirely collapsed, filling dozens of streets with dust and smoke creating a difficult-to-breath environment similar to the North side.
 
As the atmosphere grew tenser, Nebulan fire planes took off and began pouring chemical extinguishers over the burning buildings. Of course, this created as many problems as it solved...
 
The city of Karandin, or what was left of it, was dark and terrifying, but at the same time it was slowly being consumed by light; a red, fiery, evil light. It gave asylum from the darkness, but it betrayed and gave burns. In the darkness, there were gunmen with bullets, whose allegiances were too unapparent because you would be shot dead before you found out. It was either a dark death or a blinding burn amongst the fiery light. Inside Karandin, Syrixian peacekeepers, sporting their trademark white-and-blue Syrixian Peacekeeping Forces uniforms, forged through the collapsing city, escorting people to safe stations outside the city on the south side. They weren't sure of the rebel gains or losses, however they did not want anyone to be hurt. They did not want the good people of Karandin to have to face the deathly choice the world had cruelly provided for them.
 
North Cronaal commandos slipped through the city. Snipers forced their way into high spaces and searched for gunfire on the streets, picking off anyone who fired a gun. In order to avoid killing their own, each policeman and soldier had been given infrared signalers, invisible to the naked eye, but bright on infrared night-vision goggles. Anyone who did not have these signalers and who fired a gun would come under attack.
 
Kannexan Kaiserliche Nachrichtenagentur (KNA) agents across North Cronaal spread the word about the revolt in the form of anonymous pamphlets and smuggled newspapers. Kannexan agents operating from South Cronaal broadcasted news on the radio to millions of Cronaals. Stories of alleged Nebulan repression and torture filled the airwaves. The Kannexans began sneaking in crates of rifles and ammunition to the rebels, as well as giving grenades and anti-tank rockets.
 
Nebula has no hand in this. We have not sent troops into Cronaal. Any and all actions being taken are the responsibility of the North Cronaal government alone.

That said, we will be initiating a naval blockade around North Cronaal, and securing the border in all places but Karandin.
 
Similar articles and bulletins started to spread all over both Syrixia and Rhuvanland. The Syrixian government eventually decided to contact the FR Rhuvish Government-in-Exile and capitalize on the situation. Chancellor Liesel and PM Nursson agreed to attempt to forment a revolution in secret. However, they were unaware that through a secret Deep Web chatroom, Rhuvishmen all over the country were plotting a revolution already; many of them being in the SFR Rhuvish military. Using the Deep Web to their advantage, the Syrixians, the FR Rhuvish Government-in-Exile, and the soon-to-be Rhuvish rebels, now linked together and inspired by the rebellion going on in North Cronaal, began to piece everything together. The revolution was about to begin.
 
Nebula:
Nebula has no hand in this. We have not sent troops into Cronaal. Any and all actions being taken are the responsibility of the North Cronaal government alone.

That said, we will be initiating a naval blockade around North Cronaal, and securing the border in all places but Karandin.
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KNA agents cast the statements as Nebula abandoning its ally North Cronaal. Now, spread through the airwaves, was a picture of Nebula unwilling to back its puppet in Cronaal, while at the same time acknowledging the existence of the repression and chaos. "The Emperator knows the collapse of North Cronaal is a matter of time. The North Cronaal regime is doomed."
 
"Sir, the word on the international street is that you have abandoned North Cronaal."
"Excellent. Excellent! They play into my hands once more. They fail to realize that the blockade is to stop Kannexan ships bringing weapons, and the secured borders to ensure that they will have to attack through the burning city, where we can stop them easily."
"And a soldier in Rhuvanland has been executed for treason."
The Emperator turned sharply. "What?"
"Well, it may just be the government overreacting."
"Still..."
 
In western Rhuvanland, police stations in towns and small cities found themselves attacked and bombed. Red flags were torn down from public buildings and squares. In forest roads and empty highways, convoys of communist army vehicles would be stopped by fallen trees or overturned vehicles, only to be engulfed by Rhuvish rebel fire. Rockets turned tanks into smoking metal carcasses. Bullets flew and the vehicles were painted blood-red like their flags. Men with forest camouflage-pattern uniforms and rifles slung around their shoulders laughed and smoked in front of the cameras. They were the People's Militia of Rhuvanland. Heidi Rhein and her Conservative Party funded them from exile in Kannex, with the help of KNA agents. Rifles, uniforms, rockets, grenades, mines -- these were smuggled into the country to brew a revolution.
 
Rhuvanland has declared war on these anti-socialist rebels and has begun a massive bombing campaign against them.
 
The declaration of war legitimized the People's Militia of Rhuvanland, making them equal to the state. The rebels built tunnels for resupply and shelter, cut government railways and roads, organized hit-and-run tactics on government convoys reminiscent of the last war, and drew upon the support of western farmers and businessmen who had seen their hard-earned property seized by the socialists and their sons conscripted or forced into slavery building the SFR's monuments. Before their nighttime assaults, rebels would shout, "Brüder, ihr zu uns!" (Brothers, join us!) to confuse the soldiers and enable them to surrender peacefully. Many joined the rebels, bringing their rifles, their vehicles, and their ammunition. Pamphlets distributed throughout Rhuvanland called upon soldiers to shoot their communist officers and join the revolution. The bombing did not deter the People's Militia. It simply drew back into the shelter of the forest and gradually built networks throughout Rhuvanland. They called upon Heidi Rhein as their leader.
 
"Sir, they've retreated into the forest."
"Firebomb it."

The Premier of Rhuvanland was given emergency powers. He immediately began a crackdown, declaring martial law and decreeing that anyone caught with an anti-socialist pamphlet would be imprisoned without trial. Soldiers caught with the pamphlets were court-martialed and sentenced to death. A few were allowed to escape, with tracking devices implanted into their arms to ensure that the traitors would lead the government right to the rebels.
 
The tracking devices were obvious and inaccurate, located in the soles of their boots. Safehouses helped soldiers jam and then disconnect the little things. Many more soldiers escaped to the forests upon hearing of government atrocities. In the forest, rebels moved about unharmed by the government's vast bombing campaign. The government was trying to find a needle in a haystack and they were not succeeding.

In the capital of communist Rhuvanland, important communist party officials -- person friends of the Emperator -- were walking targets. While passing a stoplight, the minister of justice's limousine was struck in the side by an empty car, which subsequently exploded and killed the poor minister. In the subway, a man dressed like a metro official shook hands with the communist minister of defense, then shot him three times in point-blank range and jumped into the tracks, running into the darkness of the tunnels, where years before the Nebulan-backed commandos had roamed. Two young boys riding bicycles rode past the chief of secret police walking in the street. Both unveiled their handguns and shot the guards and the chief from behind before biking away. The streets were red like the flag. The People's Militias began seizing and holding small towns, raiding police stations and gradually spreading their network to the cities.

In Alzenstadt and other major cities, Rhuvishmen attending church services heard news of a coming revolution. Every Monday afternoon saw a crowd of churchgoers march in the streets, shouting slogans against the communist regime. The crowd became larger and larger every week.
 
Meanwhile in the east, more riots were erupting from among the liberal population. Crying "Freiheit und Rechte für alle!" they spread across the east. Calling themselves the New Army of the Federal Republic, or the NAFR, their cause spread across Rhuvanland. Building a vast network across the Deep Web and taking control of train stations, armories and airports, crowds cheered when NAFR soldiers arrived, and many even went off to join NAFR forces. The FR Rhuvish Government-in-Exile and the Syrixian government pledged support to the NAFR soon after, supplying them with warships, tanks, and weaponry. There were now three factions in Rhuvanland; the PMR, the NAFR, and the socialist regime; the SFRR. With "Freiheit und Rechte für alle!" as their universally recognized battle cry, most if not all easterners supported the NAFR and its liberal aims, with sizeable minorities in the west, in such cities as Bürheim and Murnechburg, similar to how the PMR had minority support in some parts of the east. The NAFR took control of most of the east quickly, securing Kälenburg, Dresden, and Dunorion among others; and, in a bold gambit, NAFR soldiers prepared Operation Golden Apple, the attack on Alzenstadt.
 
West Rhuvanland fell swiftly to the PMR onslaught. Die Volksmiliz Rhuvanlands, as it was called in German, expanded its operations to the cities. Towns and villages were surrendering wholesale to the PMR. The Bürheim coast was liberated without much blood as the garrison there simply surrendered. Rebel morale surged as the communist government's support shrunk. Ports were opened to allied shipping. In a surprise appearance, Heidi Rhein appeared suddenly in liberated Bürheim. Her motorcade was escorted by a thousand Militiamen. Huge crowds of men, women, and children gathered in the streets and cheered as she waved. The whole city was a party of fireworks and Rhuvish colors as the crowd sung "Hail to the Chief" and cried "FRAU RHEIN! FRAU RHEIN!" She waved to the crowd, tears in her eyes. That night, she was taken to the PMR headquarters to help with the planning.

A column of People's Militiamen, now equipped with captured tanks and howitzers, struck western Alzenstadt defenses. The hills of the western Alzenstadt suburbia, which Kannexan troops had gallantly defended in the last war, once again become the battleground for the nation's future. The highway leading into the western entrance of the city was very well-defended with communist troops. A frontal assault would not be enough.

At the same time, along a smaller route in the southwest, two columns of PMR forces rolled along northwards along the Alzen River, smashing resistance and seeking to outflank the reds. In the north, another column aimed to cut off any possible means of the escape. Within the city, a fifth column comprising of PMR agents stirred up dissent. The Monday demonstrations became more confrontational and violent as the offensive neared. Protesters threw stones and bottles at communist police, daring them to shoot. Communist officials made public appearances in order to rein in a riotous populace, but they were heckled and booed on live television. The regime was not to last.
 
Meanwhile in central Alzenstadt, the NAFR was acting. Many SFRR forces quickly re-deserted to the NAFR and PRM. The former capitalized on the PMR's state of planning and attacked Alzenstadt. What followed included the communist leaders coming out of the Bundesregierungspalast with their tails between their legs. The remainder of East Rhuvanland soon followed. With this swift victory, the NAFR and the FR Rhuvish Government-in-Exile merged, and the Federal Republic of Rhuvanland was reproclaimed. Chancellor Liesel invited the conservatives in the west to join the Federal Republic and bring a new start to Rhuvanland, which included assistance to the anticommunist rebels in Cronaal.
 
The People's Militia of Rhuvanland still held the western half of the country. As the communist regime fell, the PMR arrested thousands of communist officials and spies. All were imprisoned until such a time they could be tried for treason and other crimes. The PMR did not budge. They held ground on three sides of Alzenstadt. Kannexan tanks and weapons continued to flow, arming the PMR. Soon, the PMR was armed with fighter jets and warships. The People's Militia had captured a great deal of the communist regime's fleet and weaponry and now held it.

The People's Militia of Rhuvanland would only accept the authority of the FR Rhuvanland if a coalition government was formed with the Conservative Party, federalism as a principle and framework for the nation was upheld, and the People's Militia integrated and accepted as part of the FR armed forces. They also demanded the resignation of Chancellor Liesel to answer for the earlier failure of the FR Rhuvanland government to defeat the communist rebellion.
 
The communist leadership fled the country. The remaining government hid in a secret bunkers. Nebulan soldiers were deployed to patrol the streets of Alzenstadt. Any dissenters were arrested.
Meanwhile, the government continued huge firebombing attacks on the rebels.
 
The Federal Republic and the liberals in the east were willing to meet the PMR's demands, however they refused the resignation of the democratically-elected Chancellor. They proposed she be given a second chance and be allowed to finish her term and, if she chooses, stand for re-election. If she was not re-elected then, oh well.
 
Nebulan ships have enforced a naval blockade of Rhuvanland with the complete support of the Rhuvish government. Nebulan and Rhuvish aircraft patrolled the skies around Rhuvanland.
Meanwhile, AFI agents entered the country en masse.
 
Chancellor Jörg Henneburg decreed the emergency authorization of force overnight, much to the chagrin of his Democratic base. The Kannexan navy was already on the way. A fleet of Kannexan merchant ships was accompanied by the reassembled Jang Fleet, comprising of the carrier battle groups of the Johann, Amlitzer, and Sanssouci, with a squadron of destroyers and frigates in front. The fleet formed a vast V-formation in the seas, with the merchant fleet behind them and submarines scattered across the formation. Admiral Wilhelm Jang ordered the Nebulan forces to either capitulate or retreat.

The People's Militia of Rhuvanland infiltrated Alzenstadt in small groups. From within the streets of Alzenstadt, among the four-story apartment buildings and the commercial streets of delis and grocery stores, PMR shooters positioned themselves. The stores were all shut closed and the streets were bare, devoid of life except for Nebulan troops on patrol. Soon they would be devoid of life as well.

A succession of cracks rang out. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three Nebulan soldiers fell, their brains and blood bursting out of the bullet holes in their heads. The other Nebulan soldiers began running and firing at random. But they could not respond well to the sudden ambush. The Rhuvish were fighting on home ground, and as they popped their heads out of windows, they began spraying bullets on the asphalt, riddling the Nebulans with bullets.

AFI and communist agents found themselves unwanted. Across the country, agents found themselves pulled into alleyways and mauled. Knives wielded by dark hands struck at their throats. An AFI agent found himself shot from behind the head while using a public urinal. Another found that his hot dog vendor had a handgun, the hard way. Others met similar fates in the eastern part of Rhuvanland, where PMR counter-espionage efforts were the most active.

Ground-to-air missiles trained on Nebulan and communist aircraft and shot them out the sky. Anti-aircraft garrisons that had defected to the PMR proved useful. Rebels struck communist airfields, seizing them and denying Nebulan and communist aircraft their bases. In the meanwhile, the PMR continued the assault on Alzenstadt.

The People's Militia of Rhuvanland demands the resignation of Chancellor Liesel on account of her failure to protect Rhuvanland from the communist scourge. A new chancellor must be chosen.
 
The entirety of the Nebulan ground forces have been withdrawn. What remains of the communist government has fled to Darkstrait and Shei Ren. The rebels have been given control of the country.

However, more Nebulan ships are on their way, taking the west route. Among their number is a cargo ship carrying nuclear weapons, to force a peace agreement. In the meantime, the Nebulan airforce has begun carpet-bombing attacks on major population centers and firebombing missions on rural areas, to start fires and create terror.
 
The New Army of the Federal Republic will excommunicate the Chancellor and hold elections for a new leader as requested providing the PMR is merged into the NAFR in order to purge the last SFRR and AFI forces from Rhuvish soil.
 
Mikita Nowe, dressed in a red suit and high heels, made her way from the Thomas Building to the Charles Palace. Leah herself had called a meeting between her, Alicia, and Mikita, which was not a good sign indeed. When she entered the Palace, governmental guards knelt to her. Captain Reynolds, who was behind the guards, approached her in suspicion. "I was beckoned here by the Queen," she explained. "Of course, Governor Nowe. She asked that I escort you to the meeting chambers just past the Grand Hibernal Ballroom," explained Reynolds. Reynolds and some guards got in formation and began to lead Nowe to the meeting. "Do you know the reason for this call by Leah?", she asked. "Queen Charles...," he began, putting emphasis on the fact that Nowe was not being formal with the Queen. Nowe didn't care, she'd known Leah for years, she was not just going to call her Queen Charles. "...is very involved in the international stage. I have my guesses on what she called you here for, but I'm not going to call it prematurely. It's none of my business, however," he continued.

They walked into the ballroom and Nowe saw the crews raising the chandelier again. What happened here last was something she'd never forget. From Akerman's drinking, to Hall's screaming, to Alec's and Alicia's first kiss. Worst of all, she saw that same chandelier drop from over twenty feet above their heads...and right onto the King.

She shook her head to try to shake the thoughts as they made their way up the stairs of the ballroom and into the meeting room. Alicia was there, wearing a new outfit that made her look even more weird, and Leah, who was wearing her iconic Ministry dress with a frilly extension to look more royal. "Mikita, welcome. Reynolds, Brown. If you two will, I do believe that privacy is needed," she explained to Reynolds and the Ministry of Information guard leader that escorted Alicia in. The guard began to file out and when they shut the door, Mikita sat at the table with Alicia and Leah. "I'm glad you both could make it. As chair of the Cabinet, and chair of the cities, respectively, I thought you two would be best to bring this to. Ladies, Cronaal is suffering terribly, and to make matters worse, Rhuvanland, Nebula, and Syrixia have thrown themselves into this ball of fire. I've completely lost hope in Chancellor Liesel. Democratically-elected or not, she has done nothing to support Rhuvish sovereignty, which you both know is my biggest concern for the nation, and I believe it is time for her to step down. Alicia, I need you to go to Balamb. I have no idea what the Syrixians are planning, and I'm personally scared to find out. Mikita, I need you to contact Liesel. Find out where she is and then meet with her personally, either in person or over GusNet. I will be going to Nebula to speak with the Emperator himself, if he shall let me," said Charles. "Of course, your highness," said Nowe. The two nodded at the Queen as they all stood up. "That is all. Meeting adjourned," said Charles, as she pressed a button on the table, and the guards entered again.

Later that day, in the GusNet HQ within the Thomas Building, Nowe stood in front of the screen. "Link me to Chancellor Liesel of Rhuvanland," said Nowe to Ayuda as he connected the frequencies. "Madam Chancellor, my name is Mikita Nowe, and I am Governor of the city of Pigletville. I have just had a meeting with her Majesty, and we are unfortunately losing hope in your power as Chancellor of Rhuvanland. I would like to meet with you in person, wherever that may be, as it is time for Rhuvish sovereignty to come, and if you are not willing to fight the communist regime and bring back your previous democratic state, Guslantis will find a chancellor that will," she said before waiting on Liesel to respond.

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Code: 
TO: LEAH CHARLES
FROM: NEBULAN FOREIGN AFFAIRS DEPT.

Your request to see the Emperator has been granted.
 
A few hours later, after simply telling her allies and associates to listen to the speech she was about to make, Liesel stepped up to her podium in Alzenstadt.

"Damen und herren, today is a new day for our motherland. We are once again free from the rule of the Nebulan puppeteers; from the red scum. I am happy that we were able to pull through what has become the THIRD Rhuvish Civil War, but now with the help of our allies I predict that we shall soon see the fall of the Red Bloc. However, this is a pyrrhic victory. I was not able to stop the communists from taking over in the first place, and for that I am sorry. But, what's done is done, and I have decided to resign. However, let us not forget what our motherland has pulled through during my term. I headed the Citizens' Committee, I headed East Rhuvanland, and ultimately a once-more united Rhuvanland, and this was all done by a middle-aged woman who was formerly a humble librarian. My story is but one example out of many that shows what our great people can rise to become, however it is also one of mistakes. Mistakes are a part of life, and the consequences that come with them are as well. This is why I have chosen not to resign with sadness, but with dignity. I sincerely hope the leader the people of Rhuvanland elect to succeed me in the special election soon to follow this speech continues my vision of a Rhuvanland united in diversity, with cooperation, trust, and teamwork between the liberals and the conservatives of our Mother Rhuvanland. I would like to close by thanking you all once more for helping our nation to come this far. Indeed, everyone pitched in, which is what makes this nation great; and now, I am proud to finally say to the world that the Federal Republic of Rhuvanland has finally officially entered the world stage!"
 
At this point during the speech, an AFI agent in the audience lit the fuse of a string of firecrackers, set it on the ground, and kicked it into the sea of legs, with the certain knowledge that severe injury was unlikely but that terror would ensue.
 
At this point a giant, muscular arm seized the AFI agent by the collar and turned him around. A gigantic Kannexan grunt, in full Marine drab, snorted in the agent's face. With one bulging arm he lifted the miserable Nebulan into the air and threw his fist straight into the Nebulan's face. With a crack, the Nebulan's nose spurted blood and his head drooped immediately, unconscious. The Kannexan Marine threw the man onto the asphalt as Rhuvish cops rushed the unconscious perpetrator.
 
Heidi Rhein of the Conservative Party made a speech openly thanking Liesel for her years of service to the country. She was independent of the People's Militia, although indeed the great majority of the PMR were supporters of her party.

The Imperial Naval Command of Kannex contacted the Syrixian Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Rhuvish counterpart, immediately requesting information-sharing and coordination with the Jang Fleet in preparation for Nebulan naval reinforcements.
 
At a nearby apartment building, AFI agents had rented a room and turned it into a headquarters. One of them, standing at the window, turned. "Sir, one of our ground agents has been neutralized. He did get the firecrackers off though."
"Dead?" the lieutenant in charge of the mission spoke sharply.
"No, sir. A burly Kannexan KO'd him."
"Put an agent onto that Kannexan. I want him tailed and injured badly. It should not look so accidental that it's hard to tell."
"Understood, sir." The agent walked out of the room.

"Come on," the lieutenant said to the others. "Let's get out before the bombers come over."
 
The Kannexan Marine walked along the streets of Alzenstadt at night, making his way back from the inner city to his garrison. After dinner at a local restaurant he had stopped to pick up a neat ballpoint pen for himself. Tap. Tap. Tap. His footsteps were slow and heavy but sure. Around him strolled Rhuvish of all kinds, old and young. An old man in nothing but his underpants took his evening walk with a fan. A young couple of two women, cuddling. Several other figures who seemed to scowl at the night, like him. Probably pickpockets or otherwise troubled young men like him. His walking path steered clear of those figures. Although the green on his uniform tended to keep trouble away, sometimes it attracted business he wanted nothing to do with.

Behind him was a scrawny man with glasses, who walked a similar pace to the Marine. He was a college student, it seemed. Or some kind of young office worker coming home late. But no, his steps were too careful. And his movements too intentional. The Marine made a turn. The man followed. The Marine picked up his pace. The man did the same.

Good soldiers of every age and every nation are taught to make a plan to kill everyone in sight.

The Kannexan made an innocuous turn into a thin alleyway, untouched by streetlight and filled with the stink of trash bags and the buzz of air conditioners. The man hurried, not wanting to lose his target. He turned around the corner.

Strong arms grabbed at the man from behind. A lace wrapped around the man's neck as the Marine growled at his neck. "Another spy, huh?"

The Nebulan pushed him away, lurching forward out of his grasp. He turned and stepped to regain his balance. Quickly he faced the large Marine and reached for the first thing in his pocket -- a knife! He launched himself at the Marine, swinging once at his chest -- missed; the Marine sidestepped him. Twice; the Marine ducked and slid under the agent's knife arm in front of him. The Marine locked the agent's arm and knocked his free elbow several times into the agent's face, throwing the attacker off for a few seconds. Then he twisted the man's arm, disarming him. The agent stumbled back, looked the Marine square in the eye, petrified, and ran.

The Marine walked on to his base, safe.

Personally I find this rather straying in terms of following RP etiquette, so I'll nullify this.
 
As the Rhuvish forces regained the land, all of the earth below Nebulan bombers became hostile territory. The Jang Fleet immediately began attacking what was left: the aircraft carriers from which the Nebulan bombers launched. A swarm of missiles rained down upon runways and schools of torpedoes swam into propellers and boiler rooms. The three Kannexan aircraft carriers sortied their aircraft, denying Nebulan forces the use of the sky.
 
As the Marine turned onto the main street, the injured and infuriated spy tried one last trick. Slipping silently out of the alley, he pulled a throwing star out of a small concealed pocket and hurled it at the Marine's back.
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"Sir, they're attacking our fleets."
"Prepare the nuclear torpedoes."

Nebulan scientists, after testing 3 kt nuclear weapons underwater at various depths, had realized the potential nuclear torpedoes might have. Tests had been done in the Kalinins and off the coast of Euladias, upgrades to the guidance system made to ensure the torpedo would reach its target without veering, and more advanced thrusters. And half of the first production run had been given to the Nebulan attack fleet.

"Sir, the torpedo is loaded."
"We'll give them a chance to surrender first," replied the admiral, reaching for the communications controls.

"Kannexan fleet, cease and desist. Repeat Kannexan fleet, cease and desist. We have nuclear weapons. Repeat, we have nuclear weapons, and we are not afraid to use them."
 
"Nebulan fleet, if you fire those weapons, the Kannexan Empire will retaliate against your country," Admiral Jang replied. "Your civilian population will be decimated." Meanwhile, Kannexan nuclear submarines across the fleet formation were immediately armed. Sirens rang aboard ships and the red light flooded the interiors of vessels as all available men rushed to battle stations. Missiles were armed. Nuclear warheads aimed not only at the Nebulan fleet, but also at the Nebulan mainland. The General Staff back home was alerted. The Luftwaffe prepared.

The main challenge in modern naval warfare is locating the position of one's enemy. Right now, the vast majority of the Kannexan fleet remained unknown and unseen to the Nebulans. Admiral Jang swung his left wing forward, ordering the Amlitzer battle group forward, near to the Nebulan right flank. Jang's right wing hugged the Rhuvish coast and guarded the ports. The center, spearheaded by the Johann carrier group, expanded like scattering nebula.
 
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