The house of rebellion (completed)

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Princess Alycia sits in her favorite chair by the window staring out into the somehow calm streets of Irras as a thunderstorm rages outside. A laptop in her lap, official documents and treatise litter the desktop some half finished. From down below, the muffled yelling of her Mother, Queen Elli can be heard clearly. even as the door to her room creaks open loudly and slowly.

"Your Grace? do I disturb?" a quiet but deep voice from from behind the door
Alycia's head turns towards the door with a smile " Jean! Come in please!"
The man in a Silver Guard uniform covered in ribbons and medals comes in the rest of the way, his face paled and his eyes gloomy the smile fades from Alycia's face as fast as it came. "Your Grace, its over, the war is over, yesterday we lost the Central Nors capitol, and now they have a straight shot to us, and your mother refuses to surrender or abdicate.. And she refuses to call for help.."

Alycia turns her head back to the window, her face now with the same gloomy expression "You want me to give the order.. to start the coup.. You know none of my ancestors were ever this brazen.."
"None of your ancestors were ever faced with the death of a nation and their own beheading. we've prepared for this for years, we are ready."
Alycia gave a small chuckle "thats a brutal way of looking at it.." Alycia looks back at him "Do it, I'll handle the political side of it, I'll have my address to the people ready.. but do not kill her. theres been enough assassinations in my family tree.."

"I have the deepest faith you will save us all.. Your grace." Jean bows his head with a slight smile and leaves the room closing the door quickly.
when Jean is gone Alycia gets up and makes it over to her desk, picking up the phone Jean had gone to great lengths to secure from bugs. Dialing the number of the one person that she knows will still pick up the phone. Prime Minister William Aubyn of Prydania, she may not be able to directly rally the international community to help save Thederic Nors during her speech, whats there worth saving? But perhaps she can rally Prydania in good faith against their common enemies..

"Greetings from Thederic Nors.." she said softly perhaps even somber into the phone, by this point it was all she could muster. she had done it. first the communists destroy most of the already beaten nation, now she has started a Coup D'etat against her own mother, these were truly dark days.
 
William Aubyn sipped his brennivín as the lights of Beaconsfield glittered behind him. The phone rang and he casually grabbed for it. He was used to fielding calls from the PGU, Mouxordians, and Thenacians. He was surprised to hear the voice of Princess Alycia of Thederic Nors.

"Your Grace" he answered, sounding surprised. "Greetings. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
 
"I wish it weren't dire business Prime minister.." she said with the same kind of gloom as she did previously "Truth is, Thederic Nors is in its death throws and we need serious help."

Aubyn leaned forward into his desk for a moment...
"we've been monitoring the situation. the communist breakthrough has been...unfortunate" his voice sounded shaky. "but given our own situation...i'm unsure of what we can commit."

Alycia looks out of her window again towards the mountains. "Yes, to make that worse, my mother refuses to abdicate or call for help.. her refusal has caused a coup within our guard to put me into power. We need intervention, I called because I know you have the eye and ear of nations, you can get the foot into the door where I might not."

"i'm afraid our own situation is rather shaky at the moment in what we can ask of others. we've dealt with great generosity but i'm afraid we're in no position to ask for help with a military incursion." he removed his glasses. "but we're not entirely helpless..." he added. "If your mother were no longer queen, and if the legitimate government of your nation requested aide, i do believe we could provide some much needed air support."

she halfheartedly smiles "I am no expert, all I know are textbooks, but even air support could turn the tide of this war, I think the military staff would agree, our airfields are completely empty, but intact we could house and service an airforce no problem provided we have the supplies. Chances are you'll be hearing an official request from me soon.. Thank you for this Mr. Aubyn. Prydania is blessed to have you."

"That's kind of you to say Your Grace. Assuming the enemy doesn't have access to fighers of their own? We could at the very least bog them down in the mountains."

Alycia smiles brighter and stands still looking towards the mountains. "No, the military staff have confirmed they have no birds, if you were to send air support, our side would fully dominate the sky, the only concern would be old anti air emplacements, and technicals with cannons hastily strapped to the back, in terms of anti air missiles, we are in the dark however."

"Thankfully we have jets that should be more than enough for old Fascist War-era anti-air emplacements" he replied.
"As I said, if your mother were no longer Queen..." he paused. "Well we would take any request from your government seriously."

"I don't like the fact it is ending this way, but I will ensure that the crown of my nation is no longer a symbol of tyranny. Goodbye Aubyn, I expect you will hear from me very soon."

"I hope so Your Grace." Alycia hangs the phone up and goes back to sit in her favorite window side chair.


Meanwhile, downstairs Jean and four of his armed guard, all dressed like officers, surround the door to Queen Elli's study recently converted into a war room. Jean stands in front of the door looking to his men.
"Be ready, last I was in there she had two guards. of which I know are not loyal to our cause. we will walk in there business as usual, assume our positions. be ready for the signal."

the Lieutenant in the group salutes "Yes sir." readying his sidearm in case things go wrong, holstering it back away as Jean opens the door and walks in his men following suit spreading throughout the room and table. two of which make sure to be as close to the Queen's guard as possible without being suspicious.

Jean Salutes. "My queen! forgive my insolence from earlier, I am ready to win this war!" Elli looks up sternly from the map removing her hand from propping up her head. "Whatever, is there any news from the front? that is why you are back in here despite my instructions not to be, correct?"

"No, your Majesty, news from the princess." "What business did you have with my daughter, Captain?" she stares at him with a stabbing glare as Jean starts to smile
"Easy your Majesty.." He draws his sidearm and points it right into her face "By Order of Princess Alycia you are under arrest for crimes against the people!"
"What madness is this?!" she yells even as Jeans men quickly and brutally dispatch her guard with messy ease, another wrestles her hands behind her back and her head into the now bloodied map table.
"As I said your Majesty, I am ready to win this war. that involves you leaving the picture."
"you will not get away with this treason! you and your rebellious ilk!" she screams even as the New Royalist soldiers force her out of the room.
"we already have, thank your for fitting the bill for liberty." Jean smiling even wider and raises a radio to his face. "To all New Royalist guard, the Queen is in hand, secure the Estate and begin conducting preparation ops for her Grace's coronation. the days of the old regime are over." as he finished speaking, shouting and the sounds of struggling could be heard all over the lower floor of the estate followed by only a pair of gunshots from the other end of the estate. Minutes later the New Royalist guards started calling in the all clear minutes later. most of those still loyal to the queen were new guard themselves, too new to realize her tyranny or didn't care to, and too inexperienced to hold a candle to the now traitor veterans, who had decades of brutality behind them.
 
Days later after the coup a new flag flies high over the Royal palace and other civic buildings throughout Irras and the royalist held territories. Three gold stars and a golden Laurel, flapping proudly in the wind, a flippant insult to the Red Laurel Communists in the west. amid the palatial square a large bonfire has burned out, the old Greater Thederic Nors flags of were its kindling and fuel, gone were they like the days of old. the palatial square was starting to fill with crowds of people, they all knew today was the day, they knew today was the day they would find out if things were truly different, or if it was more of the same.

Alycia looked out of the window down to the gathering crowds with a slight smile, despite the occasion she was dressed tightly, Black dress pants, and a white longsleeve frilly blouse with black trim lines. Nors had ditched the dresses of princesses and queens long ago for a more gender neutral approach in the 1940's but Alycia would have none of it, for starters it was just too flashy and expensive looking, her choice was still flashy, but seemed ever so slightly more on level with the common people. the only thing she couldn't get away with was the unusually heavy dark blue royal robe.

Jean put a hand on her shoulder looking down at her with an even bigger smile. "You will make your subjects proud Your Grace, so smile and wave when you get out there, they'll love it I'm sure.."
"I hope I earn their adoration, they need someone strong and caring, they've been treated unfairly for generations. I don't have time to have doubt." Jean chuckled, "hey now, remember what I told you about impatience. you've got time. no one expects you to be perfect. Come now, and deep breaths. the Coronation is the easy part." Alycia takes a deep breath as Jean instructed, getting yet another chuckle from him as he ushered her down the hall and out into the throne room.

the throne room was elegant, yet somehow humble despite the tastes of the old monarchs. most of the throne room are relics from centuries past. standing the test of time thanks to proper and careful maintenance. surprisingly little has been replaced in terms of the throne. the artworks statues and the other timeless relics in the room. Military officers, Lords ladies, Clergy and distant family already gathered in the hall. members of the royal news press were already there with their cameras to capture the crowning. The moment Alycia and Jean started walking down the throne room towards the throne. an elderly woman started diligently playing the keys of the Rochette dynasty on her old grand piano, her song breaking the silence of the old grand halls.

Jean was in an uncomfortable position, as Alycia's bodyguard he was supposed to escort her down the hall, but as her appointed regent he was supposed to wait next to the clergymen as him or her swore the new Monarch in. in this case, he would have to do both in an attempt to comply with both traditions. Alycia would be the youngest Monarch to be crowned at the age of 20. she had no trouble holding her calm composure, learning how to do so was a must with how strict her mother was and how she grew up surrounded by and protected by a death squad. she had to be the youngest in the entire room by far. she didn't show it much but she'd be lying if she didn't say it made her nervous.

Alycia walked up the steps to the throne and sat straight in it looking down at the onlookers. Jean standing there dutifully, with the same proud look in his eye, the kind of look a parent might give their child. as the Archbishop hands her the Eagle scepter of Nors. "May God Almighty grant her fair judgment and strength." the Archbishop picks up the crown and approaches her. Alycia lowers her head "May God Almighty provide her compassion, wisdom, clarity.. I proclaim Alycia of Rochette, by the grace of God, Queen of Thederic Nors, Marshal of Irras, Queen of Eastern Nors, Queen of Central Nors, Queen of Western Nors." He gently placed the crown on the young Queen's head before stepping off to the side. "HAIL! LONG MAY SHE REIGN!" Alycia raised her head, the audience stands putting her hands to their hearts "HAIL! LONG MAY SHE REIGN!"

Alycia rose from the throne after a minute and went upstairs to the balcony overlooking to the palatial square, the newly reformed Gendarme were already hard at work trying to keep order over the proceedings as the huge crowd waited for her she lifted her hand and waved with a smile as the crowd both cheered and jeered before stepping up all the way to the assortment of microphones in front of her. all the cameras in the square pointing at her or the crowd. the speech being broadcast throughout Nors and beyond wherever possible.

"For too long has the crown I now wear been a symbol of fear and tyranny, for too long my family name has been the word to inspire fear. The Norsian people have been downtrodden for too long without hope without joy, without pride. All that is about to change. No longer will you be oppressed by overzealous Kings and Queens! No longer will you have your voices muted."
She pauses and looks to the now mostly silent crowd before she continues. "We have been at war for decades, a war which has ruined our country, destroyed families, tore apart friends, wiped out entire cities and towns a war that has brought disease and famine to the farthest reaches of our nation.. Using the fear and hate of my family crown Machines have risen to power, Machine men! with machine hearts! They don't care for you! They promise you freedom and equality but they lie! They free themselves but enslave the people! You the people drive this nation you the people have a chance and ability to make this nation great! to create a nation to be proud of!" she brushes a stray hair from her face and takes a breath as the crowd cheers, the jeers in comparison are largely drowned out, she raises a hand for silence and the crowd dies down.

"Our nation stands on the precipice of darkness.. Under my rule the we will champion free choice and a voice for our people. Under the Red Laurel communists we will suffer tyranny. our ultimate destruction stands a knifes edge away. We have the power to steer our course towards recovery but I fear we cannot change course fast enough by our own hand.. I plead for the assistance of other nations to aid the Norsian people before it is too late."

she looks around the crowd with a slight sigh. "Thank you, and may God bless Thederic Nors!" she walks away from the podium and back into the palace.

Melody of the Rochette Dynasty
 
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Alycia, Your Grace

I wish to congratulate you on the ascension to the throne of Thederic Nors, and your assumption of the responsibilities that go with it. I wish we could speak of it under better circumstances, but I am no stranger to the resolve needed to carry a crown in a time of crisis. I am elated to hear that my own realm will be able to provide, in some way, aide to relieve the siege you find yourself under. We both face the same enemy, and it would do be a great honour if you would let us face it together.
Be well, and be safe.

Sincerely,
Tobias III Lothbrok
King of Prydania, Lord Protector of Austurland, Marshal of Beaconsfield, Lord Uniter, Defender of the Faith​
 
2400 (12 am) hours a few miles north of Edenne in a small fishing village yet to be touched by the war despite being close to the front. Royalist agents prepare to depart on a stealth mission Five soldiers and the VIP, fully kitted out with the best equipment the royalists have, covered in black paint and camouflaged body armor, despite this their kit remains light. they have gathered on a small old wooden dock, the town is quiet but they stood at the ready for hostile action.

"Do we have the package?" the Lieutenant called out barely above a whisper pointing his rifle toward the town, not averting his gaze from his kill zone.

"Affirm, VIP and the Package are both secure, ready to depart as soon as the vehicle is given go." whispered the woman kneeling the boat, toting a simple SMG

"10 seconds. have to make sure those reds didn't find and sabotage it.." another corporal spoke out.

clamoring could be heard in the distance as everyone stood to attention, quickly followed by the snap of a whizzing bullet hitting the water. "Everyone on! shield the VIP!" the Lieutenant shouted, letting bursts from his rifle ring out as the corporal tending to the boat kicked the engine on as everyone got on diving for cover the lieutenant shielding the VIP as best as he could as the trickle of bullets became rain. One thing was definitely for sure as the boat started to speed off, the fishing village of Tuloux was definitely compromised like intel had suggested.

"Driver! follow the coast line! as close as possible we'll take the long route! Lance corporal get on the front gun! I got the rear!" yelled the Lieutenant before tending to the VIP "are you okay? are you hit?!"

"No, but my ears are ringing.." she tries to take off her helmet before the Lieutenant stops her chuckling slightly " You'll get used to it, and I wouldn't do that Your grace, one stray and you're gone. just sit, we'll be there in no time at all." the Lt. smiled. "How long?" "I don't know, first time being on this lake." he gets up and goes to man the gun. Alycia gets up and sits down on one of the metal chairs facing inward as he requested briefcase still in hand, hugging it for the rest of the trip.

After what seems like an eternity to the crew, The driver states "Port sighted, repeat port sighted off the bow!" Alycia got up, walking to the bow viewing the port as the lieutenant grabbed the radio.

"Prydania, Alaterva port control, this is Thederic Nors PC-12 we have precious cargo on board as well as a diplomat, need to offload both ASAP."
 
Altavera’s Port Control hadn’t been in operation for some time. The civil wars in both Prydania and Thederic Nors had put an end to the lively trade that had existed back and forth across King’s Lake.
The old control building on the harbour was full tonight, however.

“PC-12, this is Altavera Port Control. Cleared to dock” a voice replied in accented Ceretian Nor.

At that a contingent of Prydanian soldiers approached the dock, one holding a military grade flashlight, clicking it at routine intervals to signal the location of the dock to any approaching ships.

Soon enough the sound of a motor in the water pierced the soft wind blowing along the water. The soldiers prepared themselves. Either to protect or take out whoever was approaching. A man wearing unmarked black fatigues exited the Port Control building, his hand resting on his sidearm.

The boat slowed as it approached the dock, and one of the men stood to toss a rope out. The soldier with the light approached and caught the rope, tying it to the dock. The man in black approached...

“Welcome to Prydania” he said in more concise and fluid Ceretian Nor.
 
Everyone on the boat sighed relief, Lieutenant Colart walked up to Alycia's side kicking around a few spent rounds that found their way onto the boats deck making them jingle loudly.

"Greetings from Free Thederic Nors. Lieutenant Colart. Her grace changed the plans last minute, she came instead." Lt. Colart spoke in Ceretian Nor with a light, but still dutiful tone.

Lt. Colart looked to Alycia, his face adopting a worried look. The look in Alycia's eyes and the tremble in her hands as she hugged the case told him all he needed to know.
Corporal Asselin approached Alycia from the other side and took a shoulder in each hand. Asselin started to escort Alycia off of the boat with the rest of the squad.

"our home port is compromised. We need to shelter her Grace, and drop off the Package.. Do we have transport?" Colart stated a bit more concisely.
 
OSU field agent Find Lyst Hansen relaxed his hand on his sidearm before the rest of his body tensed up as he reached for the package.
"Her....Grace?" he asked surprised. His eyes went wide and he motioned impatiently for the briefcase while barking "get them all inside!" at his men.
The soldiers descended on what was apparently now a Royal landing party to escort them to the Port Control house by the dock.

He didn't expect this, but he tried to remain as stoic as he could manage. He pulled over one of the soldiers and said softly, in Prydanian, "get inside, contact Beaconsfield. Tell them the Queen came, inform them of the situation."

He returned to the Queen and Lt. Colart, returning to Ceretian Nor.
"We will make the appropriate arrangements as soon as possible. But we need to get in doors as soon as possible. We can't have Her Grace standing outside like this..."
 
Lt. Volart steps up to Asselin and Alycia before they could fully move off the boat and wrests the case gently from Alycia's grip, in turn handing it to Hansen.
"Make it easier on our friends, shield Her Grace but keep distance from each other. Follow their lead." Colart sternly barked in Ceretian Nor now resting his hand firmly on his sidearm, Hansens reaction and quickened pace made him nervous to an attack.

the Guard squad formed around Alycia, shielding her with their own bodies like living armor but also making it easer to be escorted themselves. Its clear this is one of their most practiced movements, Whether that is a good thing or not has yet to be seen. they matched pace with the Prydanian soldiers making their way into the Port Control building.


1st Sentinal Battalion 2nd Company, Strength: 120 Soldiers, 50 Partisans. total: 170.
Town of Epiris. The Front Line
October, Monday 9th 2017
1:20 AM

Major Baschet sits on the fortified roof of an old corner store turned HQ in the old town of Epiris, with a clear view of the road that leads towards Plaiseau. The soldiers down below looted the old cabaret a few blocks down, taking most of the music, have a radio playing old Norsian blues.
The old Lutherian Church that dates back centuries, its seen better days. Despite missing a large chunk of its southern wall, and all of the old stained glass being blown out the architecture still stands tall in testament to what once was. Maj. Baschet couldn't help but stare at the church in its old glory, letting the sad song from below take him away as he sat on the edge.

Thirty minutes pass as the major finally manages to relax, just before the bang of a flare being fired into the sky stirs him to attention as the music stops abruptly.
Baschet looks up and see's a green flare come from the bell tower, the sniper starts signing to Baschet and anyone looking up at her as Raid sirens start to blare. "Enemy Convoy, Headlights. Foot Infantry. Armed Technicals 5 of them, Transport Trucks 6 of them. Estimated strength. full company." Baschet shoots up to a stand as shouting can be faintly heard over the distant sirens and rushes down the stairs through the radio room. The Communications officers are already relaying what information they know to command, and to the individual radiomen in each squad.

Baschet rushed out of the door to link up with his squad in the trench network of the church square. Epiris had been under constant attack for a whole week by now. the garrison had managed to dig trenches, plug holes in walls with the bags of dirt they dug, create gun emplacements. buildings and rooftops were crawling, killzones were everywhere. Baschets Company had their own Technicals, unlike the enemy, the Royal Army tended to take the time to slap armor and bigger guns onto their trucks.
The Enemy were marching once more into death, it would not be easy for the enemy to capture Epiris, but constant fighting was draining the already thinned resources of the hold outs, some have taken to using enemy weapons. The sniper was already taking shots at the enemy, and distant potshots could already be heard as the alarms died down.
 
Agent Hansen was the last to enter. Altavera was safely in government hands. It was the way back to Beaconsfield that worried him. Syndicalists had become emboldened as of late, but that in and of itself didn't bother him. If he was attacked? So be it. He had confidence in his men and himself.
Guarding the Queen of Thederic Nors, however, changed things. One stray bullet, or turn of bad luck...he wasn't going to curse out royalty though. As much as he may have wanted to.

The soldier he charged with radioing Beaconsfield returned, whispering in his ear. Hansen just nodded, keeping himself collected. He approached Queen Alycia and bowed his head.
"Your Grace" he said, raising his head up, "I have instructions to escort you to the capital. This meanwhile..." he brought his hand down on the case, "will be taken to RPAF Base Týrborg by an attachment from here in Altavera. It's imperative we send you and this case in two different directions as soon as possible."
 
A message was wrote in neat, small Mercanti cursive, and sent to the Queen of Thederic Nors.
Letter from the Royal Grounds of Kalgary:
To Alycia Rochette,
Your swift rise to power has not gone unoticed in the Kanadian parliament, and I wish to congratulate you on it. We have also noticed your current dire situation in terms of civil war. Kanada has just emerged from its own recent rebellion, and for the sake of stability in the surrounding region, we would like to assist you in the restoration of balance in your nation. Kanada would be willing to send aid such as food and weapons. Even if not accepted, best of luck to you and your people.
Regards,
Queen Grace Sokolov-Kanad III
Click to expand...
 
Jean eyes the letter put on Queen Alycia's desk, currently his temporary office due to his current regency while she is away, sipping some Red Wine. Despite his current regency its address and his honor prohibited him from opening it, so there it sat eagerly waiting for her return, he did however send back a stamp that it was received, but is pending its reader.


Alycia finally manages to pull off the maybe overly concerned squad medic off her, with a slight sigh as she concentrates all of her attention onto Hansen fully.

"I may lack combat experience but I don't lack the training, I am good to run if we have to. I am ready to leave whenever is deemed suitable. That case needs to be with your AirForce quickly." Alycia states in superb, slightly accented Mercanti. Her tone is one that means business, even if its shaken a bit.

"This is your territory; your lands, we are at your command. While we are here, a bullet fired from us is for the freedom of both of our nations." Lt. Colart chimed in as the Guards readied themselves.


In Epiris the battle intensifies, what once were potshots is now the violent cacophony of intense firefights throughout the streets, and detonations from both friendly and enemy mortar fire hitting the ground sporadically and frequently, and the occasional RPG.

A Transport Truck rolls up fast to Baschets position the troops on its back firing wildly at him and his troops as his men duck back into the trenches, a soldier next to him falls instantly to the hail of bullets. before the rapport of a 12.7mm Machine gun fills the air, and the yelling of panic following. Baschet looks back up and see's their own IFV sitting there, the gunner shredding into the enemy transport from a discreet corner, and the enemy transport riddled with holes and being abandoned as the communists flee into a nearby building, whoever didn't make it in time, lies dead at the doorstep. the gunner continuing to fire until they are no longer in sight as the driver starts moving to a better location.

Over the Radio a call goes out "Enemy reinforcements from the North West and west! Two more motorized columns, estimated roughly another company and a platoon! General Plais reports a delay in our reinforcements, 2 hours!"

That pushes the enemies numbers to 200 plus.. This was a major push, way larger than any other before, the rebels have been preparing, for who knows how long.. Things now looked especially grim. 2nd Company can't hold against that. 2nd Companies supplies being so low they can't keep up that fight, but they can't surrender the town either, its a straight shot for Clersier.. A Straight shot for 2nd company's home city..

Baschet looks around him as the battle continues watching friend and enemy fight around him, he swallowed down panic and sadness in equal measure. He knew he and the rest of 2nd company would be lost under this pressure, he already considered 2nd company a company of dead men and women walking. Baschet activates his own radio. "Epiris cannot fall! hold the line! Reinforcements will be here in just a few hours! Mortars! you are clear danger close, 2nd company make them fight for every room of every building! Show them what it means to corner a pack of wolves!"

Baschet switches to another command channel. "FAC, once we get air let them know, our back is broken!"

RPG = Rocket Propelled Grenade.
IFV = Improvised Fighting Vehicle/Infantry Fighting Vehicle.
FAC= Forward Air Controller.
 
Agent Hansen nodded in the direction Lt. Colar. He handed the briefcase to a solder.
"Get this to the RPAF, Captain" he ordered. The solider left, taking a few men with him, taking off in the direction of the local army base in Altavera.

"Your Grace," he said again with a bow, "if you and your guard will follow me..."
The rest of the soldiers followed Hansen out of the back of the building. He led his men and their guests to a convoy of armoured jeeps baring the roundel of Royal Prydanian Defence Force.

"Your Grace" Hansen said again, opening a door to the middle jeep...
"You and your guards will be accompanied by a few of our soldiers" he added, as Prydanian soldiers boarded the other two jeeps.
"We'll drive out for Beaconsfield immediately."
 
The convoy was halfway between Altavera and Beaconsfield, moving through the wooded road at a brisk pace. A quiet calm had passed over all the armoured jeeps. Hansen checked his watch and nodded. They would be leaving the Miðland Forest in around ten minutes or so. He'd relaxed significantly since he had been informed via radio that the RPAF had received the briefcase.

He turned around, looking out the jeep's back window. The jeep carrying Queen Alycia and her Silver Guard was steadily moving along.

An explosion suddenly rocked the calm. It wasn't Queen Alycia's jeep. Thank God. Nor did come from the jeep in front. Instead a flaming wreck of twisted metal fell from the sky, cutting through the treetops before them. The attack copter escorting the convoy, a precaution instituted since Syndicalists hit that Thenacan relief convoy west of Hadden, had been shot out of the sky.

All Hansen could process was chaos. Not panic though. Panic was messy. It was what young boys felt. No. He'd fought in the trenches of the Civil War. He'd stormed enemy positions at Krummedike. He'd killed men. Often innocent men behind enemy lines for the good of his cause.
Chaos. Controlled chaos. React.
The convoy came to a sudden stop as bullets from the forest rained down on them. Hansen was already out though. React.
He dropped into a ditch along the side of the road as the jeep had slowed down. His black fatigues had helped keep his movements somewhat of a secret. The soldiers, they did their jobs. They established a defensive position. He shot a momentary glance at the jeep he knew the Queen of Thederic Nors was in. The Silver Guardsmen were getting ready. He didn't focus though. Not on them.

More bullets. React. The heat coming from the flaming wreckage of the crashed copter didn't impact him as he perched his head over the ditch ever so slightly. He let the rattle of bullets on metal calm him. He could see muzzle flashes. They didn't see him. Good. They were focused on the soldiers....finally he saw something. The enemy's muzzle flash. He could see enough. Just a speck of light. But it was enough. He aimed with his pistol, taking a shot. It counted. He heard a grunt and the sound of a body hitting the dirt and dead leaves. Charged the position, keeping low, using trees as cover. He tossed a grenade to one side, as he dived to another. He had time. Time before they knew what he'd done. Another bullet. This time closer. They were aiming at him. At least one of them. React.
He stayed low, and he shot at the shapes in the dark. Did he hit him? He didn't think so, but he got him to stop for the time being. That was good. Chaos. Focus. The grenade went off, and he heard screams...

React. A mortar shell from the convoy lit up, taking out a good chunk of the enemy on the other side. That was good. The Syndicalists on his side were distracted. The pistol went away. The knife came out. He closed in rapidly, the knife took out another Syndicalist. Right through the base of his spine. He left it there, shoving the man's face down in the dirt. The gun came back out. The fire from the crash, the grenade, and the mortar shell lit up the forest as he took aim, coldly pulling the trigger on the Syndicalist who was close enough that Hansen could see the life drain from his eyes....he looked around, the soldiers were pushing out in both directions now...he could hear more gun fire coming from the other side, deep in the forest.
He ran towards the forest, pushing past his own advancing men. He left over the mortar and into the woods on the other side of the road, pistol drawn and reloaded...



Flying Officer Henriksen of the Royal Prydanian Air Force looked out of his cockpit...the mountains of central Thederic Nors. They looked as barren as he imagined...

"Vindur 7 confirming target" he said coldly as the squadron approached Epiris from the west. The reports were accurate. The Red Laurel Communists had no jets of their own. The sky was theirs. The Royal Prydanian Air Force's jets weren't the most modern. They were, however, enough for this mission.

His wingmen read off their own confirmations. "Vindur 10 confirmed" the last of them replied. "Happy hunting men" Vindur Leader replied, giving the jets the signal. They descended above communist supply lines. He had it too. Locked on to an enemy position....his hand steadied as he fired the air to surface missile. Direct hit.
"Got him" he reported briskly.
"Got him" others echoed as the jets passed over Royalist positions in Epiris before turning for another run.

An enemy artillery position was next. Henriksen let the missile fly.
"Got him" he reported again.
"Light them all up" the squad leader ordered, and Henriksen and his wingmen did just that. Prydanian missiles rained down on the Red Laurel lines. Smoke and fire was everywhere...
 
1:56 AM
October Monday 9th 2017

Lt. Colart instinctively and forcefully grabbed Alycia and forced her down with a yelp the moment they saw the helicopter touch ground, they quickly started to lock and load, though if any of them were to be honest.. Their response time in this particular instance was absolutely inept, by the time they even began to establish their own perimeter around their jeep in an effort to protect the Queen, Hansen was already off going commando and racking up a hefty kill count and the Prydanian soldiers were already fully deployed laying down covering fire. they couldn't let performance anxiety get them however, being body shields for the queen was more important, and they were in a foreign enough environment that they didn't want to risk blue on blue with Hansen by returning fire. preferring only to take confirmed shots, which were hard finds and far between.

in Epiris

Baschet and his team fired on the house nearby that was occupied by the enemy troops, incessantly The IFV returned with another fire team of 2nd company, the MG on the back of the truck firing at the building as the rebels in the windows back off.
that would make the 3rd fire team to retreat back to the church from their position.

The church was the first routing point. the townhall would be the 2nd and final one before the town would be considered lost. the mortars on top of the HQ could no longer tube fire. the enemy being so close they resorted to striking the safety cap and tossing them down into the streets below like impact grenades.
The roar of distant jet engines and the following distant explosions had the royalists cheering as the culprits flew by overhead flying RPAF Roundels.
The cheers were cut short though.

An explosion from the bell tower gained everyones attention, the pointed roof of the tower came crashing down in on itself in a blaze kicking up dust and debris. the gunfire in the church square became quiet for a moment. Soon followed by the yelling and shouting of Royalist soldiers running from their positions further into the town, some getting gunned down. one of them screaming in terror, "TANK! THEY HAVE TANKS!" the sound of Rolling treads soon following. the sound of the supposed tanks getting closer was all that was needed for the men next to Baschet to abandon the trenches and flee for their lives. Baschet didn't believe them. Baschet felt betrayed how quickly his brothers and sisters in arms turned and ran at the mere word of tanks, he would stand his ground even if it meant his own demise.
The sight that rounded the street corner a moment later quickly made him reconsider that decision.

Baschet stared at the enemy pair of Tanks, not believing his eyes, enemy armor on the eastern side of the mountains, That wasn't possible! Baschet ducked down fumbling for the radio to FAC.
"Call it damn it! call them! All units retreat to the Town hall!"
The FAC quickly answered his call, almost like he was on autopilot from the adrenaline. "Air, FAC! Tanks in the town! repeat Armor in the Town! We're facing annihilation! Bring fury!"
 
Henriksen looked out his cockpit....tanks? How'd they manage tanks in this terrain? He didn't have time to ponder...

"Everyone, take out the armour" the squad commander ordered as the jets began another descent. Vindur 1-5, red, headed for the town while Vindur 6-10, blue, headed for the mountain pass where the enemy tanks were coming from.

"7, you and I will take the out the ones on the way into town. 8-10, take out the chokepoint" Vindur 6 ordered....

Henriksen just nodded and replied "yes Sir..." he could see the explosions in the distance as Squad Red took out the tanks in the city....he didn't focus on that for very long though.
Instead he locked onto one of the tanks crawling into town. He fired the missile, smiting the tank from above. 6 took out another even as another explosion rocked the mountain pass and the Red Laurel troops moving through it, rocks raining down on enemy soldiers and vehicles, trapping anyone lucky enough not to be buried on the other side. And they were quickly finished off by the rest of the squadron...
 
Hansen returned with his men, leading two scruffy looking gentlemen dressed to blend into the woods onto the road. The soldiers forced them to their knees, and their hands were ziptied behind their heads.
Hansen, for his part, was on a radio in the front jeep calling for aid from the army base in Alaterva.
"eight dead, two captured, request prisoner transfer and a cleanup crew. One downed copter..."

One of his men approached him as soon as he was off the radio. "The missile launcher they used on the copter. It's from Andrenne..."
Hansesn took a deep breath. "We get it into the hands of the people coming. Say nothing about this to anyone. Understand?"
The solider nodded, returning to his tasks as Hansen made his way to Queen Alycia's jeep, nodding at the Silver Guardsmen. He bowed his head respectfully. "Your Grace, we'll get going as soon as the cleanup crew from Altavera arrives."



A partial Cabinet had assembled in the King's office in Absalon's Palace.

"Her Grace Queen Alycia's convoy was attacked on the way to the capital" Arvid FitzOsbern, the Minister of Defence, reported. Tobias' eyes went wide as he leaned forward in his chair as if to speak. The Defence Minister continued though....
"Thankfully our man in the field seems to have controlled the situation." Tobias took a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair.

"So she's ok?" he asked. The Defence Minister nodded, only speaking to add "yes, Your Majesty."

"In addition to that? The first air strikes over Thederic Nors went well. We seem to have neutralized the enemy's advances, for the moment at least."

"Can we do more?" Tobias asked, sitting upright now.

"Your Majesty, I would advice we limit our involvement to air strikes for the time being."

"I don't like it. Sitting here, and just lobbing bombs, while communist forces threaten our neighbours." Tobias rarely got angry, but his jaw tightened a bit, and his right hand found itself balled into a fist. After all he had been through? Communism was the one issue he felt no need to play peacemaker with.

"I understand your majesty" the Defence Minister replied, "we're deploying the local police forces as quickly as they can be re-organized, but we still need the army focused on either policing the country or providing relief efforts. We don't have the men to spare."

Tobias thought for a moment and turned to William. "What about ships on King's Lake?"

"There hasn't been a King's Lake navy in 20 years" the Prime Minister replied. "And the money and resources needed to refurbish the shipyards, let alone build what would be needed to bombard the enemy...we have a nation to rebuild Your Majesty."

Tobias sighed again but nodded. "Then we'll just pray the air force is enough for the moment..."

Magnus Brandt, the Prydanian Ambassador to the PGU, spoke up. He was filling in for Foreign Affairs Minister Harold Daaé.
"You could raise the issue with the Malorian government, when you meat with them in Vatniðborg. I can't imagine they're remaining neutral on the issue given the family dynamics at play."

"Thank you Harold" Tobias replied with a smile. He shook hands with his Ministers as they left him for the evening. He looked out the window, hoping the very special guest who showed up in his realm would make it to the capital in one piece.
 
Alycia rose up from the floor of the backseat and simply nodded her head from behind her guard. She didn't seem as disturbed as she was when she came ashore, but she still seemed pretty frozen despite her awareness of the situation. It didn't take long at all for the cleanup crew to arrive or long at all for them to get back on the road to Beaconsfield.

The ride was quiet enough for her to actually manage to fall asleep despite everything that happened through the night, Alycia only being roused when Colart nudged her as the convoy pulled up in front of the palace. Everyone got out and started disarming for entry into Absalon Palace, even as she did Alycia couldn't help but look around in marvel at how different everything was compared to Irras, Alycia smiled even as Colart ushered her in through the doors to the throne room.

in Epiris

Baschet layed there in the trench, his old pistol at the ready, waiting for an enemy to come and stake claim on their prize, he didn't run with his troops and now he was stranded and the church was at their mercy HE was at their mercy.

Baschet had heard stories about what the communists did to high ranking prisoners, a part of him wanted to call the Prydanians to strike the church square, but he couldn't bring himself to ask them to commit blue on blue, or level what was left of a holy place. a minute passes, and then another before an enemy soldier pokes their head and gun down, before they even noticed him Baschet fired and watched the man slump down into the trench with him.
Then two more pop down firing down into the trench, barely missing Baschet Three more shots, two more victims, he could hear shouting and footsteps move away from him.

Seconds go by before Baschet hears the sounds of old Trench whistles and battle cries followed by a roar of intense fire. Only Royals use trench Whistles, it was an old institution of the military used to rally the troops since the 50's. He came to a stand poking his head up, in the distance he see's allied armor columns advancing up two different streets, all bearing the emblems of the 1st sentinel Battalion 1st company, with a mass of infantry pushing towards the church square from the north.

The communists fall back from the square down the roads further out of town from where they came. Baschet takes one of the few remaining signal flares and pops it, putting it on the ground next to the trench signifying friendly. unsure whether or not the enemy has simply pulled back to regroup, or if they are routing to fight again later, but with 1st company here now and Prydania in the skies, Epiris may be won this time.
 
Throne rooms were purely symbolic these days. Well at least they were in theory. No monarch spent too much official time in them, but Tobias did often like to sneak in and just observe the splendour and beauty.
Absalon's Palace had begun as Absalon's Castle. Constructed long before Vortgyn I unified the country and made Beaconsfield his capital and the castle his seat. He ordered this throne room to be built, and it had survived. Every update, every extension. From castle to palace, Vortgyn's first addition, the throne room, remained. Changed over the years yes, but it remained.
The green and red marble floor, the thick wooden-panelled columns, the carved Nordic patterns across the walls, and the stained glass behind the large wooden throne.

Tobias always found the room beautiful in the dark, but now it was fully lit. He sat, in full dress uniform, his blonde hair falling just over his ears as he straightened himself on his throne. Queen Alycia was the first foreign head of state to visit Prydania since the end of the Civil War and his coronation. As unusual as the circumstances were? It was significant. And a fellow monarch no less. The government was ensuring that the meeting was as proper as proper could be. The red lions and the stags intertwined with the trees and leaves of the forest that made up the stained glass behind him glimmered....

The door opened and Tobias went a bit tense, shooting a glance over at William who returned a reassuring smile. The herald announced the arrival of the foreign Queen...

"Her Grace Alycia of Rochette, by the grace of God, Queen of Thederic Nors, Marshal of Irras, Queen of Eastern Nors, Queen of Central Nors, Queen of Western Nors! he proclaimed as Silver Guardsmen escorted her into the hall of the throne room.

The Queen of Thederic Nors was certainly not dressed as she would have been had this occasion been planned. Instead she wore a basic Silver Guard uniform. Quite spartan compared to the perfectly pressed royal uniform Tobias wore. Still? His nervousness melted. He'd heard of Alycia. Knew her from pictures. He'd always regarded her as beautiful. Still? He wasn't prepared for her to appear so stunning in person. Despite, or perhaps because of, her spartan attire? She was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.



Epiris burned below Bent Henriksen as his squad regrouped...enemy tanks had been attacked, now they needed to provide air cover for the men on the ground. Bombs would be too risky. Epiris was bombed to hell but still. No need to blow up any more than need be.

The jets dived, getting as low as they could safely fly. They approached Communist positions from behind and opened fire, the guns attached to the jets blazing and stopping almost as soon as they started. Still, it was enough. A pass over at that speed with even a small burst would surely be enough to cut through any unlucky Communist who happened to be in the line of fire. The Prydanian jets pulled up, higher into the sky....
 
In Prydania
Alycia eyed around the hall quickly and briefly before turning her undivided attention to Tobias, she smiled a bit, she both tensed and relaxed upon seeing him. She gave a formal bow to the King, her vest impeding her efforts rather noticeably making her stiff. Alycia hadn't truly grasped the gravity of the situation she put herself in until she was standing directly in front of the other Monarch, she tried hard to banish the doubts from her mind.
She rose from the bow, her left hand reaching for the clasps of the vest on her shoulders undoing them, making the vest come off as she gently put it on the floor. maybe a show of trust or out of personal comfort who can say? Colart seemed to silently object with his eyes but otherwise did nothing.

Alycia began to speak in fleunt and clear Mercanti, her tone soft, her accent noticeable but gentle. "It is a great honor and pleasure to meet with you in person, Your Majesty. I have come today to declare that the forced Isolationism of Thederic Nors's is over, and to extend our hand in friendship. Prydania and Thederic Nors share a common sworn enemy, and both reap the consequences, the ruination and division of civil war. I feel it is my obligation to help Prydania as it has helped my people, we cannot extend military aid. But I would offer a sizable share of Eastern Nors's Food surplus."

Alycia gave a slight silent sigh as if to unwind herself. "Simply put despite all of our other struggles, we do not lack at all for food, and I am of the mind it is better to share it with those that starve than let it sit in warehouses." Alycia ended her speech clasping her hands together in front of her, Colart visibly relaxing behind her.

In Epiris

The remnants of 2nd company and the fresh and eager to fight 1st company are hot on the heels of the routing Rebels, who are given no time to regroup or huddle into buildings before a tank has them in their sights. They run for what seems like miles but it was only a few hundred meters before they manage to leave the town in its entirety, running back to the now blocked passage. some of them are desperately trying to scale the rubble. Others have turned around, some are shooting back in a desperate attempt to live and getting gunned down for their attempts. others have thrown down their guns and are now begging for mercy. to their almost horrified shock, they are obliged. 1st company soldiers force them to the ground guns pointed at the napes of their necks, shouting their rights to amnesty, something none of them thought they'd ever hear as they were getting ziptied and dragged away roughly.

Baschet weakly shouts as he motions for the tanks to come foward, "Dozers to the front! clear this heap!" The tanks with dozers attached to the front move up and start to slowly move the rubble out of the way to clear access to the path. Baschet walks up to a radio operator, Baschet having lost his somewhere in the chase. "Let command know we have retaken Epiris, we will march when we have regrouped, we need supplies before we can though." "Yes sir!"

In Everlene the Red and white Banners of the Red Laurel party flies throughout a parade square, masses of people gathered in front of the city hall. Tanks, Technicals, soldiers even trucks with rocket pods attached to the back mixed in pretty heavily with the crowds. Soldiers stand on the sidelines to maintain a resemblance of order to the assembly, and protect the speaker. Members of the crowd are waving signs and banners in support of the party. there is not a single thing the cameras aren't capturing and broadcasting. The speaker steps up and begins to speak into the mic in a raspy voice. He speaks in Ceretian Nor. Which is then being interpreted into Mercanti for the international audience.

"My fellow comrades, my fellow workers and Norsians, I stand before you at this grand assembly of Patriots on behalf of the party to announce, that at Monday 9th 2017. A state of WAR now exists between The Peoples Republic of Nors and the imperialist states of Maloria and Prydania...
The imperialist powers that surround the free people of the republic fear us, fear what we represent to their greedy lusts for power. the Imperialist dogs will find we will not roll over, we will not go quietly back into the darkness of oppression and mass murder, to disappear when it suits the states interests! We will fight for our right to exist and be free under the rights of MAN! If the states of the world truly want an enemy to fight they should look to the tyrant Dynasty that has crushed the Norsian people for over 500 years, muted our culture, killed our leaders and robbed us of our voices, but worst of all our DIGNITY!" The speaker looks around to the crowd that are still cheering him on

"The men and women of Nors will fight on, in the battlefields, in the wheatfields, in the factories! we will fight on all fronts! We will never surrender, we will never back down, we will never die! The Party will be triumphant we MUST be triumphant! Long Live the Revolution!" The speaker raises his hand in salute as most of the crowd follows suit, before he turns and leaves.
 
Tobias sat still for a moment. The Oakenheart Throne of Vortgyn was an old, sturdy, oak chair. Tobias could swear if you sat long enough you'd feel as if you a part of it. As if inspired to stay as still as possible by the chair's own solid nature. He smiled seeing her take the vest off. He could tell this was nerve-wracking. It was for him at least.

He stood from his throne and bowed himself. "I'm honoured to be able to receive you, Your Grace" he said in Mercanti. He was just as fluent in the language as Alycia, though his accent was rougher. He hadn't had access to the best of teachers, or the opportunity to practice, thanks to the Civil War. He went to continue to speak but felt his heart in his throat. His mind was racing and his nerves were on edge. He took a moment to collect himself.

"I'm very grateful for the offer of food" he replied. "I'm only sad to say I can only offer bombs at the moment. Rather than good men to secure your country" he continued. "Still, I hope we can work towards peace in both of our countries..."

He stepped down from the raised platform his throne sat on, approaching Alycia. William looked on a bit shocked, but did nothing to try and reign the King in. What could he do?

Tobias stopped as he stood before the Queen of Thederic Nors.
"I promise you. I'll do whatever I can to save both of our countries" he said softly with a smile.



Marshal Aron Hedegaard of the Royal Prydanian Air Force was young for his rank at only 47 years old. Still, the Civil War had forced many in Prydania to improvise. Why should the newly-re-established RPAF be any different?
Central Command at Týrborg was alive with activity as the Fighter Squadron returned. Why should it have a more elaborate name? There were only 10 functional fighter jets in the Air Force. They were simply the Fighter Squadron.
Hedegaard looked over a map of Eastern Nors, focusing on Epiris.

"The enemy's been routed, government troops are rounding them up. We stopped the enemy dead and our allies came through" Air Commodore Juhl reported. "The gift from our friends in Thederic Nors suggest a government attack to recapture Plaiseau..." he pulled out a map of Central Nors..."and we can help by bombing enemy defences ahead of the attack..." he pointed at markers where the briefcase from Thederic Nors indicated enemy positions would be concentrated.

Hedegaard was just about to speak when a lieutenant rushed in yet steadying himself to give a proper salute.
"Sir, a message from Beaconsfield."

"On with it then" Juhl remarked.

"Turn on the news" the lieutenant replied. Juhl looked both confused and angry but Hedehaard simply grabbed the remote, turning on the television in the corner of the room...

"My fellow comrades, my fellow workers and Norsians, I stand before you at this grand assembly of Patriots on behalf of the party to announce, that at Monday 9th 2017. A state of WAR now exists between The Peoples Republic of Nors and the imperialist states of Maloria and Prydania...
The imperialist powers that surround the free people of the republic fear us, fear what we represent to their greedy lusts for power. the Imperialist dogs will find we will not roll over, we will not go quietly back into the darkness of oppression and mass murder, to disappear when it suits the states interests! We will fight for our right to exist and be free under the rights of MAN! If the states of the world truly want an enemy to fight they should look to the tyrant Dynasty that has crushed the Norsian people for over 500 years, muted our culture, killed our leaders and robbed us of our voices, but worst of all our DIGNITY!" The speaker looks around to the crowd that are still cheering him on

"The men and women of Nors will fight on, in the battlefields, in the wheatfields, in the factories! we will fight on all fronts! We will never surrender, we will never back down, we will never die! The Party will be triumphant we MUST be triumphant! Long Live the Revolution!"
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Hedegaard just turned the volume down as the RUV feed returned to the news anchor recapping what had just been broadcast.
"We have a list of all enemy targets our allies in Thederic Nors know of" he said in a dour tone. "Get the Thederic Nors government on the phone. If that traitor wants to make a state of war with the Kingdom of Prydania official than he can reap the consequences."
The Marshall pulled out the map of Western Nors, the Red Laurel heartland. He pointed at Everlene.

"We'll make him realize how helpless he is."
 
Alycia smiled and seemed to relax the more he spoke, as if banishing her worries about the encounter with the Foreign King, though she remained noticeably tense in general but she had every right to be given the events of tonight. Colart and the guard eased down, though still a bit shocked by him putting moves on their Queen, but none protest, it was not within their right.

Alycia spoke, with slightly more confidence. "It does me great joy to hear that, Your Majesty. I can already tell you care for the people, regardless of where they hail. I can already tell you and your government have already done a great deal to ensure future prosperity." Alycia looked down for a moment collecting her thoughts a bit before looking back up and into Tobias's eyes.

"I want nothing more than to bring about peace for my people, and yours.. Though if I am to be honest. I don't know where to start, how to start. I don't know peace, I never have. I have been taught to believe in so many conflicting views I don't even know which ones I actually believe in and which ones are just noise. To me Peace is a foreign concept, a buzz word to get men and women to kill each other for one cause or another. The war was already raging by the time I was born, its all I know. I want, no I need to know what peace actually is, if I am to restore it." she stops herself finally, her previous outward composure having cracked. The looks of shock and confusion on Colart and the rest of the Guard's faces just seem to grow.

Jean stands in front of a highly detailed map of Thederic Nors, pawns and flags dot the map as well as several pens erasers markers and other mapping tools. Jean runs a hand through his disheveled hair as bunch of generals and intelligence officers argue about what to do. Two in particular proves impossible for Jean to drown out.

"Sir, the victory in Epiris was a good one yes the way to Plaiseau and its IC is open to us, not even mentioning that it shows we still stand a chance. But we can't neglect that Cogoria is now in on this. Cogoria is going to send their "Volunteers" by either air or sea, maybe both. I cannot stress enough that we fortify our coasts, put down Anti Tank equipment on the shores, dig emplacements, and bring out the old Anti Air equipment!" a Younger general stated, wearing his new pips proudly "We need more weapons, we need a surplus!"

"Maloria on top of their materials and equipment is giving us 800 Million Draaks.. Instead of buying more equipment with that, we could buy the knowledge to make our own versions of foreign equipment. hell, put it into buying aid to modernize our infrastructure, throw enough money into the infrastructure and Industry and we won't need Her Grace's fancy 5 ye-" "Another word and I will take your tongue." Jean cut off the much older man staring at him with a deadly glare

Jean continued. "There is no reason to argue what is better. 800 Million Draaks, I don't need to be the Treasurer to know that is a lot. we can divide it. some will go into bringing our production and supply lines up to gear, the other half will go into acquiring even more equipment, and the blueprints to make reliable equipment ourselves." Jean paused sighing heavily as he looks to Clersier and Irras on the map.

"I doubt Cogoria is going to fly through Malorian airspace regardless if they are "volunteers" or not. they'll either go around. or they are going to attempt beach landings as you say, given our weakness on the coasts, a beach-landing may be inevitable regardless of who it is. Sound warnings for Irras and Clersier, and every coastal town. I want the people to know to be ready. I want volunteers to be armed and know how to use the damn guns. how many troops do we have in Irras and Clersier currently?"

"Irras we have a reserve of 6.000, mostly rookies, Two tank brigades. Clersier has 4.000, One tank brigade, majority are seasoned, but there are rookies there too." the older general stated.

"They are no longer reserves. Pull them into active service.. No, pull ALL reserves into active service, if they don't have a gun? too bad, they can FIND ONE OR MAKE ONE!" Jean pauses sighing again just talking about any of this is making him seething mad and there is an air of dread and malice emanating from the entire table.

"I want them ready within 24 hours. Irras and Clersier are to be fortified. any and all defensible positions will be turned into Garrisons, including this Palace. and I want trenches and emplacements stretching this entire forsaken coast.. Reoccupy that old Coastal Fort to the North, bring its guns back into operation, same for all the old naval batteries lining the coast. I don't care if they are 50 years old or 200, Do it. Even if we get rolled over I want to at least show resistance..."
Jean looked up at the intelligence officer opposite of him at the table. "Tell Her Grace to stay in Prydania. even with Maloria in the west giving it to those red bastards, I don't like her chances of coming home to anything but a trap."

The IO nodded. "Yes sir right away sir." and rushes off another walks up holding a phone. "Sir, its the RPAF."
Jean takes the phone giving the new I.O a glare. "Jean Vulloy, Lord Regent and Lord Protector of Her Grace, you may speak." in Prydanian, marred with a thick Norsian accent.

Norsian air traffic controls coordinate with Malorian Pilots making sure hot drops are going where they need to, and the aircraft themselves are landing at any available airfields. with precious equipment and ammo, even vehicles and aircraft. Thederic Nor's old International Airport has been converted into one huge airbase now swarming with activity as RNA supply trucks come, load up and go near none stop. the RNAF pilots that survived the air war over Central Nors have returned, and are now trying their best to learn the planes provided to them.

In the cities and towns lining the coasts, Sirens are wailing their dread inducing "CAUTION" tones as public officers on the loudspeakers are giving out instructions to the masses. the newly reformed Police and even the Gendarme are coordinating the evacuation efforts as many are clamoring to leave, others are lining up at supply convoys, signing up to citizen militias and grabbing guns, grouping off into squads and platoons of able bodied men and women. Everyone even toddlers are being fitted for and given Gasmaks as fast as humanly possible. able bodied people are being supplied emergency kits in a first come first serve basis.

Eastern Nors prepares for a possible renewed level of brutality not seen since the trenches of Central Nors. On the other side of the Mountains The Party is doing very much the same.
 
Cimmeria hears TN's call for help
Sunday, 8 October 2017


As the Thederic Norsian Civil War continues, the nation of Cimmeria gets word of this, through their one of their main news outlets, the Cimmerian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC). The broadcasting company, partially government owned, sends a correspondent to Thederic Nors to report on the status of the conflict, only to find said correspondent killed.

A crew is reviewing the footage retrieved from there.

"There is- (static) mortar fire, and- (static) -xplosions, oh sh- (signal lost)"

The crew sits there in silence and shock, until the person reviewing it breaks the silence.

"John, you're gonna have to edit that. We can't have such graphic images on the news."




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Tobias nodded. He wasn't shocked by what she was saying. If anything he felt relief. Relief that he wasn't so...alone. The Civil War in Prydania consumed fifteen years of his life. He understood what Alycia was talking about.
"I know what that's like. War was a big part of my life too..."

He looked around them for a moment. "But we're trying here" he said, "to move past all of that. My Ministers work every day to make sure peace isn't just an idea" he motioned to William, still standing behind him, next to the throne.

"I'd love it..." he paused, and bit his lower lip for a moment before collecting his thoughts. "I would be honoured if you'd spend the time you have in Prydania to observe our government. You can help us with food. We can help you with our air force, but I think we'd help each other if we both took away something...more. For the future." He grinned softly.

"William, Her Grace should see the PGU consulate!" he added, turning around to face Prime Minister Aubyn.

"An excellent idea Your Majesty" William replied.
He'd never seen Tobias like this, so...well the lad was smitten, really. Not that he had much of a chance to be before. Moving from safe house to safe house under the threat of communist assassination rarely provided opportunities for a healthy dating life.
Still, he knew he'd have to speak with him. He didn't oppose helping Thederic Norse face this threat, but he couldn't let Prydania's King pursue a foreign Queen. At least not unless it was impressed upon him just how difficult that could make things...



"Marshal Aron Hedegaard, Royal Prydanian Air Force" Hedegaard replied matter-of-factly. He thought for a moment that maybe he should congratulate the Lord Regent.
"Your men fought well. Epiris is free thanks to them."

"There" he thought. The pleasantries were out of the way...
"I want to discuss the possibility of the RPAF bombing Red Laurel positions in their capital of Everlene. With the Malorians entering the conflict an attack on their capital could knock them off balance enough to end this conflict quickly. Before..." he stopped himself. Aron Hedegaard was a humourless, blunt man. He knew it. He accepted it. He didn't try to change it. And yet he had to be careful here. He couldn't say what he wanted to say. "Cagorian invasion." Because it wasn't that. Not officially.

"Before foreign volunteers hostile to both of our governments are landing on your shores."
 
Jean was given pause, before he looked down at the map, to Plaiseau and Everlene. staring dead eyed.
"Marshal let me be perfectly clear. the Cogorions are on their way, if they make it to the beaches, the war is lost, it doesn't matter who fights with us, we are all dead or in chains once more. and Her Grace may never see her homeland again. But if we destroy the Party and take Everlene before they get here, you are right. we'll knock them off balance." Jean sighed again his tone has become really dour.

"The party declared war on Maloria and you. you can be damn sure they are going to follow through on that declaration, that in itself may be a saving grace, but at the same time I worry deeply what damage it may cause to Prydania.."

"Do it Marshal.. Do it. Load whatever armaments you have. It is a race to Everlene, to do that we need to get through Plaiseau, if you can hit both Everlene and Plaiseau with fury unchained, we might stand a chance on taking their capital. Military targets only in Plaiseau, Military and Industry in Everlene? you are cleared to reduce them to ashes. if you manage to identify a speck as a Party member? I won't miss them either." Jean looked up as an I.O put a bunch of Cogorian and Malorian flags on the corner of the map table.

"Oh, and thanks to Maloria, the RNAF is reforming, you will have some friendly Jets in the sky soon." Jean stopped talking, looking around the map around the flags and pawns. Jean took some Cogorian flags and put them across the Norsian Coast. and the Malorian flags along the Western border.

he took some Pawns off of the northern front lines, Epiris and the towns in the countryside surrounding Epiris and put them on Plaiseau. he leaned down slightly and put a folder on the table the label reading. "Mountain King." and Jean opened it, revealing relatively new strategies, potential enemy locations and the predicted number of men needed to take and hold Plaiseau.

The Older General next to Jean spoke. "all of these units, prepare for Operation Mountain King." Jean looked to him and nodded with a smirk, Without missing a beat three intelligence officers rush off to radios starting to give out instructions.

The improvised Dozer tanks were making slow work of the rubble in the passage but it was almost gone, it was enough for infantry to funnel through but not the tanks. Several hours had gone by. The hold up was long enough for more reinforcements from 1st company to arrive, as well as 3rd company. The gang was almost all here.. A large supply convoy. complete with APC's and Tanks ready for battle, with towed artillery trailing behind them rolled to a stop, the logistical officer heading the convoy as a co driver climbed out of the window slightly and started yelling.

"Drop those crappy peashooters and ditch those crappy armor plates and get some REAL GUNS AND ARMOR! Courtesy of Maloria!" Upon hearing that a lot of the soldiers cheered and rushed for the trucks, ditching their old and broken gear and loading up on as much kit as the Logi's would allow per head. Baschet was using improvised guns for too long, the weight of the rifle he grabbed took him by surprise, and not only that, he felt confident wielding it unlike his old gun, not afraid of it detonating in his face.. Now they can truly give the enemy a fight, but it won't make the battle for Plaiseau any easier.

((OOC: Alycia's arc from this point on will continue in Over the Hills and Back.))
 
With a guttural roar the plane pulled itself off the runway and into the sky to join the rest. The fleet of 15 cargo planes were loaded with equipment and soldiers. It wouldn't be enough to win the war, but the Commander hoped it would be enough to slow the tide long enough for the fleet to commence the coastal assault. She wasn't sure she was ready to be the boots on the ground commander of the expedition, tough she would be Commander only in rank. The truth was there were others more experienced who would issue the real commands, but she couldnt let the men and women that she had found her self in charge of, go of into battle after training alongside them for he last while. She hoped she would do her nation proud however.
The formation banked and went north, readying to go the long way around the Northern Horn of Craviter to reach the People's Republic of Nors without violating any neighbours airspace. Hours later the coast showed up on the aircrafts' radar sets. Shaking out into a looser formation the piolts pulled up to gain more altitude while they prepared to pass over the Royalist held sliver of the nation
 
Marshal Hedegaard nodded..."Godspeed Lord Regent" and hung up the phone. He nodded. "Rally the fighters. We need to dislodge their defences and reduce their industry to rubble. Make them understand we can hit them. Make them understand we can bleed them dry if need be. Let the foreign 'volunteers' find nothing but ash."
 
(Parliament of Kanada, Kalgary, Kanada. Oct 20th.)
"I am here to propose joining the war with our faithful ally, Maloria. The Peoples' Republic of Nors has begun war with them." Spoke Leonit, reading from a paper on his desk. Suprisingly, at the news of a possible war, the Parliament did not burst into disagreement. It may have been the lack of about 50 people near the back of the room, specifically those who would argue and bicker with the Kalgarians.
The Queen sat in a chair nearby the Prime Minister, "I'm all for supporting Maloria, but what about Cogoria? Wouldn't they support The Peoples' Republic of Nors?" The Prime Minister responded, "From what we know, they are only sending volunteers currently.
If it worries you, we can send soldiers to the border." "But we're allied with Cogoria."
Leonit sighed and spoke, "I knew from the beginning the alliance wouldn't last long. The only reason we allied with Cogoria was for help to invade Scallendovia. A meatshield of sorts." The Queen nodded, "I will speak on it tomorrow, in public."
(Parliament of Kanada, Kalgary, Kanada. Oct 21st.)
Up to the Parliament podium came the petite Queen, much shorter than the two guards flanking her. She spoke in calm Kanadie, being recorded.
"Due to conflict between Kanada's close ally, the Empire of Maloria and the Peoples' Republic of Nors, the Kanadian govenrnment wishes to inform both Thedric Nors and Maloria that we shall be sending troops and aid to both in assistance. War has been declared on the Peoples' Republic of Nors." Without any more words, she stepped down from the speaking place.
 
Operation: Mountain King
Units Participating: 1st Sentinel Battalion 2nd Infantry Battalion 3rd and 4th Companies. 2nd Artillery Company, 14 Infantry Fighting Vehicles and 12 Main Battle Tanks.
October 10th 2017

Wrath of the Royal army cast on Plaiseau, Vengeance is at hand, Red Laurel soldiers facing demons alone.

The 2nd Artillery Company fires into Plaiseau with a ceaseless roaring fury, the guns only stopping their fire to re-target new hostile positions, or to load custom made rounds loaded with napalm designated for dug in targets.

Artillery is pounding; shaking the ground. Buildings ground to dust, streets of fire, the sky is turning red! Red Laurel Soldiers are abandoning positions, running for their lives! The Royalists rise from the ashes and strike!
Civilians loyal to both sides are taking every excuse to flee the city, fleeing every-which way, most loyal to the Queen as they run east. Entire groups of civilians escape the communists and find the Royalist army line, rushing for safety, many are wounded and starved, the triage centers of the royal line flood with people. the Doctors and nurses treating the dead and dying know the true horror of this war.

the Slowing of the artillery bombardments signal the soldiers and armor to advance. Most of the soldiers advance through the forests, while the vehicles take several different roads into town, infantry riding on top of them or in the IFVs. the Artillery never ends. the rapports of gunfire and the tanks firing their cannons begin throughout the city, as the armored columns enter the cities urban limits. soon the infantry coming in from the forests are pushing deeper into the city as well. the battle becomes furious. Royalist soldiers starting to breach and clear individual houses and stores. house by house street by street as they cautiously and methodically advance behind the two advancing armored spearheads. Killing anyone who doesn't throw down their gun and surrender. those they capture are rounded up and taken away by the rear guard to safety. a squad of infantry lagging behind find a cache of weapons and ammo unscathed from the artillery in a basement of a house, and signal the rear guard to reclaim it.

The armored column that came in from the south East only stopped their advance into the heart of the city when it was time to dismount the Infantry in the IFVs. the dismounted infantry breach and cleared the neighboring ruined buildings and garrisoned them for their own, the column holding its position until its spearhead could be consolidated. the counterattack from Red Laurel forces grow in intensity as they slowly recover from the shock of the Royalist's Scorched Earth attack.

The brutality of the Trenches is reborn, and it brings unholy fire.
 
Part two...
CBC World News Report
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
08:30

People who have their television on channel CBC-1-2 are listening to the day's news report in the morning.

"Good morning to everyone watching us right now. This is Alex Roberts, here at CBC, to bring you this special news report. A civil war within the nation of Thederic Nors has worsened within the city of Plaiseau. Correspondents there report that there is a large scale operation being conducted in the city, and that servere damage is being inflicted on the city, as Royalist forces move deeper, and deeper into the city. While the war has only been drawing external attention from the Imperial Government, the conflict has been going on for much longer. The Prime Minister announced that Cimmeria will involve itself in the conflict on the side of the Royalists, but he also stated that Cimmeria would proceed with caution, as the government has stated that "it will not make the same mistake the previous Parliament had done before."

Prime Minister William Staedtler made his announcement prior to yesterday's report, where the government announced that they had no input into the matter, and that it would be decided the next day. We take you to that now.

"Today, we will send military advisers to Thederic Nors to support the Royalists. Despite what has happened before, the government has decided that communism must not prevail in Thederic Nors. I have already spoken with His Imperial Majesty on the matter, and he has decided that action must be taken to prevent this from happening. However, due large in part to the previous conflict, we will proceed forward with caution, and will not take a combat role, unless it is deemed as necessary by His Majesty."

It has been made clear that the government will take action, and support the Royalists in the war torn nation. When we get back, we will turn to Phoebe Adams to report on the current status of the operation."



Advisers being sent to Thederic Nors for support
12:30

Military equipment is currently being loaded on the cargo transports, including light military vehicles. Heavy vehicles, including tanks are being loaded onto ships. It was almost as if Cimmeria was planning to invade the region, but in truth, what Cimmeria was sending was military aid, and advisers to Thederic Nors, to help the Royalists fight off the threat that upon them at this moment.
 
The Thederic Nors Royalist Army was pushing towards Plaiseau, but the RPAF was directing its efforts the Western Nors city of Everlene, the unofficial capital of the Red Laurel communist rebels.

The city itself looked relatively untouched by war, despite the dug-in defensive positions. The air was still, and a quiet calm passed over the city. Doubtlessly caused by the ongoing Royalist attack. The possibility that the Red Laurel movement might lose this war was slowly creeping through the city.

The nervous calm was broken as Prydanian Harrier jets approached. Seven of the ten strafed the city's manufacturing centre, but the remaining three targeted the government centre. Of course the Red Laurel leadership was probably safe, but the strike was more symbolic. The city was vulnerable. The Red Laurel cause was vulnerable. And they would reap the whirlwind.
 
Dozens of trucks lined up on Malorian highways moved through the country to reach Thedric Nors. In the trucks was a total of 300 troops, including 120 battle hardened Mountaineers, who had been in fighting from Scallendovia to Sundeon. They took extra equipment and guns to give to any Nors soldier who were still using outdated weapons.

So as the sun began to set on the horizon, the trucks crossed into enemy territory and stopped. Men filed out and began digging in to a temporary defensive position, where they would wait for commands.

As the moon rose further, orders were received from high command. Men began marching on foot through the quiet night, with flashlights tearing through the darkness. In the morning, as the Malorians begab their own march to Everlene, the mountaineers stopped, digging small foxholes and resting. Their artillery was still behind, and they had to wait for the engineers to cut paths through the wilderness, so the heavy towed artillery could come through. With barrels pointed outwards, they waited for any sign of an attack.
The old forts on the Cogorian border were again armed, with artillery and machine guns pointed towards Cogoria. As the blue and white flag flew proudly above border positions, a message was sent to the Cogorian goverment.

Message to the Cogorian Government from the Parliament of Kanada:
To whom it may concern,
Her Majesty, Queen Grace Sokolov-Kanad III, has brought the Cogorian-Kanadian alliance to an end. This message is to inform the Cogorians that the alliance is officially over.

Johann Leonit, Prime Minister of the Constitutional Monarchy of Kanada.
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(OOC: jus a lil post before i figure out what to do in the war.)
 
As the sun was sitting on the Malorian border with the People’s Republic of Nors the night wasn’t the only thing that came with it. Thousands of Malorian soldiers poured over it (20,000 to be exact) with their vehicles, tanks, and MRLs and made their way to the Communist held city of Freseau. So when the dead of night came the red city started to be surrounded by the devious foreign Malorian soldiers. When they were fully prepared and ready they let out the fire power of their army and commenced the bombardment of the city.
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On the river Sapfir there were approximately 36,000 soldiers going across it. Chief among them Alexander’s Fist, the most elite in the Malorian military. Alexander’s Fist were the best of the best that Maloria had to offer. They were the ones who surpassed all of their peers in training, passed all of Maloria’s most gruelling exercises, but not only pass them thrive during them.

They made their way across trying to go with the river in their small boats to secure the area for their compatriots to meet land on. And one after the other they landed and made their way out of their boats securing it for the rest of the men. More and more came after them and eventually most of the army was over.

When dawn met them they started their march to the Communist capital of Everlene. If anyone was going to win this war it would be them. No matter the cost.
 
As the Malorians poured across the border, to the west in Prydania, the Iraelian Third Air Division sat in wait. They had transferred to Prydania via the INS Reuhen Adaret and the INS Rajesh II, Iraelia's two nuclear powered aircraft carriers, two weeks prior. Included in this contingent were 5 of Iraelia's Stealth Craft, all of them SA-5 Stealth Bombers. Their purpose remained a mystery to all but the Iraelian, Malorian, Prydanian, and Thederic Nors governments, but given Iraelia's recent policy on the rise of Communism worldwide (itself a reaction to the creation of the DPRS), it's intentions were clear to all involved.

As word came in to the Commander Yaav Naram, the commanding officer issued the order to his lieutenants. One by one each squadron took to the skies, headed towards the People's Republic of Thederic Nors. Their target; Everlene. They were to reach the Capital after nightfall and bomb the city before the Malorian force began the full-scale invasion. They were then to return to Prydania and transfer back to the INS Reuhen Adaret and Rajesh II.

As the last squadron departed for the PRTN, Yaav Naram radioed Thederic Nors royalist military officials. "The Iraelian 3rd is airborne en route to Everlene. Tell any patrolling aircraft to stand down. The Communists shall tremble before our might. Over."

It had begun.

(OOC: Before anyone asks, I did clear this with TN, Pry, and Nog a week ago. I just didn't have the time to make posts last week, and so, when I saw Nog make his post, I realized it was now or never.)
 
Sfan was not a man to display anger outwardly. He was calm, collected, and patient. So it is not to exaggerate when it is noted that he positively glared at the newspaper on his desk. Blatant foreign interference against a previously isolationist power to prevent socialism from rising? Imperialism at it's most vulgar and base form. He called in Kiara, and began drafting orders for the carrier groups stationed in Korova. He would see how long a side would last without food.

Cruisers and destroyers strung out across the channel, rocking on the choppy waters of the strait between Korova and the mainland, their hulls a matte grey. Off the decks of more centrally located vessels, railguns thrust forward, their sleek and angled design belying the raw power with which they fired. Yeran was one of preventing the enemy from engaging, striking from beyond their reach, and letting them collapse into the bulk of the force, and it was applied with deadly precision in a naval capacity. Not many nations would stand up to such a blatant show of force, especially one that demonstrated the firm presence of the Stan Yera in the region surrounding and encompassing Korova.


With all this fanfare and explosive might exposed to the world, it was almost certainly of little consequence any movement on the border of the warring state and the sole continental enclave of Korova. It was hard to count the numbers there, but it was certain there were no more than a few thousand individuals. Faceless, blending in with the their backgrounds, they strung out along the tiny border, taking up quietly established defenses with expert precision. A few hundred more, under the cover of night, roamed across the border, heading to patrol instead the Prydanian border. No identifying marks on their person, no identifying guns either. Acquired from a smattering of nations, differing in make and model. Andrennian, Skandan, Montañati, semi-automatics, assault rifles, carbines, submachine guns and machine guns. Many of them were even sons, grandsons, or descendants of foreigners, further obfuscating their origins. The Stan Yera was not yet willing to engage in direct combat.
 
Royal Prydanian Air Force Harrier jets continued their assault, but not on any major centre of power in communist-controlled Thederic Nors. Instead they attacked defensive positions along the southern coast of Kings' Lake, leaving the continued bombardment of the communist capital of Everlene to to the Iraelians. The Royal Prydanian Air Froce was instead preparing the way for a cross-lake invasion of communist-held Thederic Norse, to establish a Prydanian foothold in the north of Central Nors. Thederic Norse Royalists pushed west at Plaiseau, Malorians moved their forced east against Everlene. It would be the job of the Royal Prydanian Army to force the the Red Laurel traitors to split their forces further...



Major-General Jón Sturluson, Duke of Sleswick, could only look out across Kings' Lake from the Royal Prydanian Army basecamp in Altavera. The skies were cloudy, wind just strong enough to cause the surface of the water to look uninviting.
Sleswick lit up a cigarette, staring out across the rough water and the grey skies, as crews worked on the landing craft being hastily prepared.

It was fitting it would all come back around here. This was the place where the foreign queen first came ashore, and now Prydanian soldiers were waiting to cross the other way.
Sleswick was nervous. The operation was minor, relatively, to vengeful Royalists burning Plaiseau to the ground. Or the Malorians surging across the Thederic Nors border in the East.

Still? Thederic Nors intelligence- the same briefcase Queen Alycia had risked her own life to ensure got to Prydania- indicated that resistance would be fierce. And that was why the RPAF was using as much time as it could to bomb enemy positions around the town of Renou. The explosions could be heard from a distance too...

Sleswick was also worried about this effectiveness of his newly minted army division. 10,000 soldiers, as much as Prydania could spare without hampering relief efforts. Newly equipped with Goyanean and Andrennian weapons and armour. Many were veterans of the Civil War- on both sides. Many more were young recruits. Prydania would learn just how effective an army it was building soon enough.
 
On one of the last passes the RPAF does on Renou the skies fill with Anti Air tracers from multiple spots across the land, the fire rapid and unless the harriers pull hard maneuvers the fire has no problems keeping up with them. the sky is thick as spotlights start turning on and get pointed into the sky. Trying to illuminate the infuriating RPAF jets, the element of surprise has passed and now the Red Laurels are furious.

Soldiers and civilians both run for their lives in Freseau as it gets bombarded, whatever cover they can find they are in and or under it as the city gets pounded, buildings being ripped to shreds streets turning into craters, vehicles being turned into fireballs.

Everlene was on high alert from the repeated aerial attacks. by night the city was under a forced blackout, only some vehicles and soldiers dared to have their flashlights on. it wouldn't save Everlene or them from the aerial attacks but they hoped it would make the task of hitting targets slightly harder, it was a naive idea but they carried it out anyway.

Mountain King was under full swing the urban combat was intense, the moment the infantry caught up with the armored spearheads the spearheads would move up again, cutting off pockets of enemies for the infantry to ultimately crush. the Artillery picked up again, firing deeper into the city to soften it for the troops. and overhead RNAF was providing close air support. strafing targets with missiles, and auto cannons. it wasn't what the aircraft may have been designed for, but it was getting the job done.
the RNA had become a force to be reckoned with, at least against the Red Laurels. their new gear, and the experiences they've suffered within the past 20 years hardened and refined the military doctrine. they know Urban warfare, they know Guerrilla tactics, and they know how to use the fanaticism of a cause, but so did the Red Laurels.
Red Laurel soldiers were either surrendering, fighting to the death, or going off on suicidal missions. charging RNA soldiers with primed grenades in hand or charging with knives when an unsuspecting Soldier would round a corner. very few would succeed, but the ones who did left devastation and pain in their wake, ruining lives and families.

The battle for Plaiseau was drawing to a close with each new block they took, which each new house, business and street. The chaos the PRN were suffering at the hands of the foreign aid and the RNA was obviously great, seemingly no one was reinforcing Plaiseau, no enemy artillery armor or infantry had shown up. the Red Laurel soldiers in Plaiseau, seemingly forgotten.. Abandoned..
 
An explosion rocked the formation as Henriksen pulled hard, breaking free

"Vindur 7, report!" Vindur 1 yelled as the Prydanian Harriers broke formation and scattered, but not before another explosion brought down another jet...

"Vindur 6 is down!" Henriksen reported, resisting the urge to watch his comrade's flaming jet crash to the ground. He needed to stay focused.

"Vindur 10 too!" another voice reported, crackling over the radio.

"Congratulations 7, Blue Squadron's yours" Vindur 1 remarked dryly as the jets pulled hard to climb...
"return to Tyrsborg, the situation has changed."



Sleswick leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over his knee as he absent-mindedly fiddled with a pen in his right hand, twirling it before clicking it over and over. He listened to report come back from RPAF Marshal Aron Hedegaard over speaker phone.

"Thank you Marshal" the Major-General replied just before Hedegaard hung up the phone.

Sleswick just continued twirling the pen before he looked at his officer corps.
"We're launching the invasion of Renou as soon as the ships are ready."

"But shouldn't we continue to hammer their defences?"

"No" Sleswick replied bluntly.
"We've done as much damage as we could before the enemy received the ability to shoot our birds down. Jets are limited. We'll take the town as soon as we're able."
 
The pilot watched the sun set as he sat in his cockpit. His face remained sullen, yet inside he was trembling. This was the single most important military op of his service, and he could not fail. The Iraelian Government was counting on him. Once the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, he radioed the other four pilots in the vanguard.

"Maintain a low altitude, move quick and ensure you aren't spotted by any sentries that might be lurking nearby. As soon as we have eyes on Everlene, we radio the rest of the Third. Over."

As the dark overtook the Nors countryside, the stealth planes moved ever closer to their target. Then, about 40 minutes following the sunset, they saw a mass collection of lights. The Captain of the Vanguard Flight immediately sent word to the 19 other squadrons that had been kept behind so as to maintain stealth. "Everlene is in sight, all units, follow our lead. Over."

As the planes flew, the city of Everlene drew closer and closer within view. Within a few minutes they were upon the city. "Vanguard, be prepared to release your payload in t-minus 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. RELEASE!"

At that moment, the Vanguard payload was released, destroying a large artillery unit stationed along the city. Below, the screams of people shocked awake by the bombing could be heard. As the Stealth Bombers pulled up and away from the explosion for the second run, the rest of the Third was reaching the city. The Captain of the Vanguard issued one final order before the bombing could begin in earnest. "Our goal is to destroy defensive capabilities. Targets should include defensive positions, artillery, and barracks. Any bombing with the intent of destroying a civilian residence will be met with harsh reprimand. Over."

And with that, the remaining squadrons let their payloads loose upon Everlene. The bombing had begun.
 
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