Ominous Signs

Techislovakia

Techislovakia

TNPer
NOTE: THIS RP IS NON-CANON

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James awoke

This was not normal, this had been the 5th emergency drill this week he thought to himself as he hurriedly tied his boots and scrambled to his battle stations. He would not normally have to be awake for another half hour and he was annoyed at losing more precious sleep. He noticed that the other sailors were all gossiping about something which was unusual on it's own but he thought nothing of it. His job was junior navigator and this meant that he had to pass through the bridge. As he charged up the final set of stairs and past the two guards at the bridge doors the bridge was in pure silence and tranquillity interrupted only by the blaring emergency horn.The captain and admiral were not present and likely discussing things privately in their quarters.

A junior nav would not be needed inside if everyone was present so as per usual he would need to man the watchman's position. James passed over to the cheeks of the Braunhide class frigate where he had a watch station sticking out with complete 200* vision to the starboard of the ship. He was shocked. Out the bow about 120km away he could see land. They were not due to arrive home for a few months and this was unusual at the least. What was even more frightening to him was that their fleet or more correctly, combat group of 3 Braunhide's and 7 Saschen Class Frigates had ballooned to what he estimated was at least 190 ships, it was a sight to behold. This was almost the complete Techislovakian navy excluding home guard and it had arrived unbeknown to him.

In that second a million possibilities rushed through his head as to the meaning of this, war, war, civil war, war, nuclear war, or even potentially... war. Then he realised it, they had formed a semicircle in the water and not a single ship appeared to be underway. This was an embargo. His fears were confirmed by the four aircraft carriers all of whom remained behind the wall of ships and the fact that he could hear and see that their ship was not the only one who was sounding battle-stations. It was obvious that the Admirals had chosen this distance to avoid the opposing navy escaping while still remaining threatening. James sighted two *enemy* destroyers only about 30km away both of which appeared lost and disoriented unsure of what to do and he also sighted some flying thing above them.

This he was sure was a AWAC. The bows of the enemies were adorned with huge red stars. This explained where they were, this was Cogoria, and despite their massive force James was not feeling confident that the enemies would not tear their ships to threads.

Slowly all the ships ceased their alarms which left a eerie quietness in the area and the combat systems operators in the bridge shut their loud mouths. James knew what was coming, he had only experienced it once before, on the verge of vomiting in fear he panicked and blocked his ears only just in time.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK

All the ships roared their foghorns all at once almost shattering the bulletproof windows and bursting eardums. This was signalling to their opponents the beginning of a loooooooong wait that would soon ensue.
 
The President of Jacksonville is sitting in his office when one of his assistants barges in through the door.

"Mr. President", says the assistant, "You must take a look at this now."

Breaking News: Techislovakia has began an embargo against the nation of Cogoria. We are unsure why this has taken place, but seeing as Cogoria lies fairly close to Jacksonville, it is assumed that we will somehow become involved. We will continue to bring you updates as we get them.
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The President sits back in his chair in shock. He hasn't seen anything like this before.

"Mr. President? What shall our response be?", says the assistant.

"Summon the Joint Chiefs", President Yakovlev replies. "I must speak with the immediately."

A few moments later, members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff arrive at the Presidential Office.

"I thank you all for coming here on such short notice", says the President. "I am sure you are all aware of the recent blockade that has been started by Techislovakia against Cogoria. What should our response be?"

The Chief of Staff of the Air Force speaks up and says, "I believe, for the time given, until we know all the facts, that we should only do fly-by's of our planes. We have enough Trukov's and Jacksonville Jet's ready to take flight. I say we use them, see what is going on, and if something is, we can decide on that at another time."

The other Chiefs are in agreement and then the Naval Chief speaks up, "The Navy will grant the usage of our two Aircraft Carriers to the Air Force to use so that they can do their fly over's without much interruption so we can see more of what is going on out there."

The Chief of Staff of the Air Force says he will accept the help of the Navy.

The President then stands up and says, "Then so be it. For the time given, we will only have our planes fly overhead and see what is going on. If they spot something that could be of harm, not only the Cogoria, but to our country as well, we will take action then. Thank you gentlemen."

After they all leave, the President stares off into the distance towards Freedom Mount and see the Statue of Mother Jacksonville. He then says to himself, "What has become of this world. Everything here has been going fine and now, we could be on the brink of war. We must not make any mistake. We must keep our guard up. Nothing can slip by us."
 
The Grand Emperor is awakened late at night by his telephone ringing. He sees the screen, it is the Defence Minister Genter Leidr. He picks up.

Your Majesty, the Defence Ministry has encountered a Techislovakian fleet moving into position near Cogoria. The Goyanean Embassy in Jacksonville was also alerted on their possible military action. I have contacted the Prime Minister and the Chiefs of the Imperial Armed Forces. The entourage and I will be arriving in an hour at the Imperial Palace. This issue is of highest importance. Goodbye.
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In an hour, as planned, the entourage of high-ranking officials arrived.

The Chief of the Air Force states, "Recent activity has been going on in that region, according to the latest reconnaissance images of that region. I suggest that we increase drone reconnaissance flights to survey the situation."

The Chief of the Navy suggested, "In the meantime an Imperial Navy Task Force shall depart for the Techislovakian fleet. It shall consist of the HMS Dauntless aircraft carrier, the HMS Venom and HMS Cobra Guided Missile Cruisers, 4 Hysende-Class Destroyers, and the HMS Imperial battleship. The Task Force shall also have a detachment of 80 airplanes, consisting of 60 Dassault Rafales, 2 E2C Hawkeyes, and 18 Sea Hawk helicopters. They shall be deployed within one week to the Techislovakian fleet's latest position."

The Chief of the Air Force replied, "We will provide aerial refueling flights to the navy as necessary."

The Army Chief said, "We will place the army on highest alert position, and we shall be ready for any mission that should arise. We will send a battalion of Imperial Knights (elite soldiers) to the Naval task force."

All of the ministers and chiefs were in agreement and the meeting was dismissed.

The Grand Emperor retired to his chambers.

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Deck Officer Jim Bell is awoken by the normal sound of the bosun call over the intercom system. Overnight, the HMS Dauntless had made its way to the Techislovakian fleet from it's normal patrol route in the sea dividing the two landmasses. He makes his way to the flight deck and takes his post. He sees a Techislovakian Braunhide-class frigate about 10 nautical miles away. The two ships had slowly moved closer and closer. They finally postioned each other about 150 meters away from each other, and you could see how the Dauntless, a Javelin-class supercarrier, made the frigate look tiny.

He was overseeing the loading of the first aircraft onto the catapult, an E2C Hawkeye, as ususal. The ship's horn was sounded, signaling the start of flight deck takeoffs. The turboprop plane was thrown off of the flight deck and into the air in the blink of an eye. Then came the mighty Rafales. These were the workhorse of the Goyanean Navy's Air Forces. One by one, they all soared into the skies, surveying the Techislovakian fleet, and the Cogorian coastline from a distance.
 
Paul awoke to the sudden jolt of sound from the house phone next to him on his nightstand.

"Damn. Just as I was thinking I would be able once to sleep." He hovered his hand over the phone before picking it up, putting it to his ear.

"Prime Minister's Office," Paul said while sliding the blankets off.

"Hey, Paul, the Ministry of Defense wants you for a briefing," The Secretary replied with a hush in her voice.

"Thank you, Marie." Paul promptly said before putting the phone back into its original position on the nightstand. He got up from the bed and dressed in the cold night breeze and left the room mumbling something about how he didn't enjoy this midnight wake up calls. Paul was getting used to the white walls and the paintings ordained on the white walls as he passed down the steps.

"Morning, sir," The Prime Minister's entourage of bodyguards welcomed him as he entered the lobby.

"Morning to you too." Paul looked exhausted, with bags under his eyes.

"Right this way." The same man who greeted him showed him the way to the limousine and the cars surrounding it. After opening the translucent doors to the house, he could see the cameras around his home and the news crews behind them. Paul waved and smiled at them before being guided to his limousine.

"What's that about? There shouldn't be news crews at this time of night." Paul said with intrigue on his tongue to his advisor a seat across from him.

"Apparently Techislovakia began an embargo on Cogoria. There rushing you to the Ministry of Defense for a briefing, and possibly worse." The advisor spoke with worry. Paul looked back outside the window and took a deep breath of air.


The door swung open by Paul's bodyguard, and he stepped foot onto the pavement infront of the looming building infront of him. He scanned it before walking up the steps into the entrance hall which was filled with men in formal military attire. A man in blue, separate from the majority green walked forward.

"Welcome, sir. We need you straight away in R05," He spoke quick and fast, no time to waste.

"Following you," Paul said while taking a quick glance at his medals. The man walked into a dark corridor with four doors with separate numbers on them. The man in blue stopped at the door with two men out front it.

"In here." He said with a stern voice, commanding. Paul nodded and went in and saw the room with large screens mounted on either wall with a massive table in the middle. The table had fifteen chairs to represent every branch of the government which were all filled except one at the very front.

"Thank you," Paul said with sincerity to the officer in blue before turning around and getting into his spot. The men sitting down didn't really notice him before he made his appearance clear.

"I'd like an explanation why I got woke up at.." Paul looked down at his watch. "Four o'clock." The Minister of Intelligence and the Minister of Defense spoke almost unison, but the aides pulled up on the middle screen a news article.

Breaking News: Techislovakia has begun an embargo against the nation of Cogoria. We are unsure why this has taken place, we will continue to bring you updates as we get them.
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"What are you going to do, Mister Prime Minister?" The Minister of Defense spoke out, this time alone.

"We're going to react with sending a task force of the navy out there and protecting the Commonwealth's assets," Paul yelled with uncertainty to his voice.
 
Rafale F3 captain William "Ghostrider" Holt is walking out of his daily briefing. His buddy, Ed Abernathy, walks up to him and says, "Ay, you ready for today's run?"
Ghostrider responds, "Yeah."

Ed walks away. It was only a day after they had arrived at the Techislovakian fleet. They were all anxious, no one knew what was going to happen in the next few days. Ghostrider walks up the 5 flights of stairs to the flight deck. He sees his sleek, shiny aircraft waiting before him. His aircraft handler helps him onboard. He presses some buttons and the aircraft roars to life. The thrust pours out the jet nozzle, the sound of sheer power and force fills his ears. The attendants make the final checks on the aircraft and its weapons, of which he has 14 hard-points. Each one of them is loaded with cruise missiles, bombs, and other advanced weaponry. The jet taxis onto the catapult, and the deck officers secure his aircraft down, and they make the signal.

KER-CHUNK!!!

The catapult releases and Ghostrider and his plane accelerate to 178 knots in 2.8 seconds. He feels his weight double, the adrenaline pumping, and the power of the aircraft. He was flying. He pulled up the gear, and joined up with his squadron. They accelerated to Mach 1.3, and made their way towards the Cogorian coast.

The 154th Flight Squadron is 100 km from the coast and about 25 km from the fleet when Ghostrider notices a battlecruiser bearing Cogorian insignia. He radios his mates, "This is Ghostrider, 1-5-4 alpha-charlie, Cogorian battlecruiser spotted at 4-7-mark-5, 9-3-mark-7. Permission to move in closer." Abernathy, the squad leader, signals them to put the ship on a missile lock, just in case they get hostile.

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Aboard the HMS Python guided missile cruiser, Petty Officer Austin Mitchell receives word of the battlecruiser that is extremely close to the fleet. He summons the lieutenant commander to the radar room.

"WHAT IN SAM HIGGINS IS GOING ON IN HERE!"

The room falls silent. All you could hear is the blipping sound of the radar systems. Mitchell responds, "SIR, there is a Cogorian battlecruiser 25 km from out current location. Not hostile as of the current moment, SIR. Shall we engage, SIR."

The lieutenant commander responds, "Activate a missile lock on their position, and sound the battle alarms"

HOOOONK-HOOOONK-HOOOONK!
HOOOONK-HOOOONK-HOOOONK!
HOOOONK-HOOOONK-HOOOONK!

The Goyanean ships go to battle stations, and 3 more fighter squadrons are launched to defend the fleet...
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The Defense Minister is eating dinner with his family when the phone rings.

"Hello"
"Hello"
"Who is this?"
"This is the Navy Command Center, Your presence is required immediately."
"Very well then"

Mr. Leidr makes his way to the command center, and sees the massive screen on the wall displaying the locations of all navy assets, and several radar monitors giving enemy information.

"They encountered a ship, Mr. Leidr"
 
LT Cordise glared at the slightly smaller friendly vessel as it passed travelling in the opposite direction to his own. It was much closer than he had been before with such a large ship and he could see some of their crew leaning on railings near the island. The LT snapped back to reality as the lift he stood beside came into sight bearing his fighter. He had only just woken and this was simply a routine patrol in the least routine of times so he wasn't too nervous of what was about to happen, it would be no different than any of his normal flights except he would get a medal for participating in the naval blockade upon returning home.

Cordise flipped open his wallet and looked at the picture of his wife before realizing how cliche that it actually was and quickly putting his wallet back. The LT liked to fiddle with things while he waited, the lift wasn't particularly fast and he didn't have an awful lot to do despite admiring the gigantic size of the TDF's largest ship thus far. His jet was brought forth from the top of the elevator and the tug disconnected and returned back to the lift. The LT hastily approached as the ground crew began lowering the ladder. He mounted up, fasten his helmet and within no time his fighter and wingman were soaring through the clouds.

They maintained relatively low level flight intermediately verifying TDF ship's location to confirm that their transponders were correct. About 20 minutes into the flight, ATC re-routed them on a path heading away from the mainland. The two planes reduced their altitude to no more than 200ft and glided along the water. It was just ten minutes after Cordise lost sight of the Techislovakian fleet over the horizon that his radar picked up a signal, he immediately radioed for advice and locked onto the target.

"ATC 01 this is blue 3, target sighted 30km heading two-six-zero, requesting weapons clear over!"
"Blue 3 do not engage, I repeat do not engage target over."
"ATC 01, the target us coming right at me over!
"Blue 3 do not engage, ignore target and continue to position zulu, over"

As hard as it was for the lieutenant to allow another plane to continue flying in his direction he had no choice. He instructed his wingman, a young pilot from district V to break off and keep the target in his sights and Cordise cycled up his afterburners and carried on his present course feeling ever so paranoid.

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It was just before dusk that the two planes touched down on the carrier again, they were only just dismounting as four men walked across the flight deck in a menacing way. He instantly recognized the back one as his direct commanding officer and was startled by the two shorter men who both bore MP tags on their right arm. A man who the LT didn't recognize walked in front and as he came closer was clearly a captain or admiral, scouring and bearing death stares from his eyes, clearly not a man to disrespect, either way the LT jumped off his ladder and gave a salute to them. Instead of walking past as Cordise was praying they would the high ranking commander stepped forwards and slapped him incredibly hard directly across the face sending him sprawling to the ground.

"HOW DARE YOU!" the man yelled. "YOU JEOPARDIZED OUR ENTIRE FLEET WITH YOUR CHILDISH ANTICS... and what's even stupider is that you don't realize is that you life was only spared by the trust of that captain, I even gave him permission to shoot you DOWN SOLDIER! Did you even stop and consider that perhaps we WEREN'T at war with Jacksonville?!?"

The LT tried to stand, his arms quivering in fear.

The high ranked officer turned to Cordise's CO, "what kind of fool turns off his radio, tells his wingman to do the same, then proceeds to buzz a carrier and ORDER his wingman to get into a dogfight!?!?!?!"

Cordise groaned in pain as the officer pushed him back over, placed his boot on the LT's stomach and while staring him in the eye said "perhaps your life might not have been better if they had have shot you down."

The two MP's picked up the LT and began dragging him to the island while reading the page long preamble of the crimes he was to be court marshaled for which the MP's had needed to print out to remember... all hope was lost when Cordise's CO didn't even stay to help him but merely sighed and walked over to scold his wingman who had only done those things under orders from the LT.

As the MP's through Cordise through the iron bars of the brig the shorter one stated with spite in his tone, "Your going to be in here for a long time Prisonmate Cordise"
 
The Chairman reviewed the reports coming into his small modest office. Foreign powers were camped off the coast and trade hade reduced to a trickle as goods were rerouted over land. The military had not responded thus far, but plans were in the works to test the resolve of the Techislovakians.


The captain of the cruiser Rodina stood in the battle command of his vessel, as operators sang out each new weapons lock on his vessel and radar officers reported the incoming squadron of fighters. His orders were clear, he was not to fire on any hostiles until the operation Runner was completed.


Some miles away, steaming at full speed towards Cogoria was a large convoy. 50 cargo ships carrying vital fuel and grain for the nation abd a cruise ship with 3000 returning expats ploughed through the waves, escorted by the Oktobergrad and her battle group. The 3rd largest warship in the Cogorian fleet she possessed enough fire power to level a city, with multiple fuelair missiles and 8 38cm guns, was accompanied by two cruisers and four destroyers.

The convoys orders were to run through the blockade, they would ignore all orders to stop and engage the enemy if fired upon.

((Ooc sorry it ain't a great one, rushed it out on my phone to get my bit of plot moving))
 
The Nebulan officers at Central Command picked up on the disturbance and activated a Code 115. Nebulan forces were put on alert and air force jets were scrambled to monitor the situation.

Emperator Antlerio decided to release the information of the standoff to the public, allowing the news outlets access to the basic information. Nebulan involvement was kept covered up for the moment.

Across the country, airbases and missile silos were put on low alert. The Nebulan generals wanted to be ready in case something went down.
 
Admiral Nathaniel Richardson was peering out the bridge of the HMS Dauntless with his binoculars when he saw the first ship come over the horizon. It was the Cogorian convoy at 12 o'clock, steaming onwards. Ghostrider was on the radio frequency. He said they had a weapons lock on the Rodina, but they did not see the convoy. The Admiral called them back to the fleet. More and more ships came over the horizon, and the admiral had enough. The ship was already at battle stations, and the weapons were armed. Admiral Richardson instructed the communications officer to broadcast on all frequencies:

ATTENTION COGORIAN FLEET! THIS IS THE HMS DAUNTLESS, LEAD SHIP OF THE IMPERIAL NAVY TASK FORCE. YOU AND YOUR FLEET ARE ORDERED TO STOP IMMEDIATELY OR FACE LETHAL FORCE. THERE ARE MORE WARSHIPS WITH US, ALONG WITH AN EXTENSIVE TECHISLOVAKIAN FLEET. ANY HOSTILE ACTION OR NEGLIGENCE OF OUR ORDERS WILL RESULT IN AN ACT OF WAR.
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Admiral Richardson looked at the radar screen, no change. He orders two more repeat broadcasts of the warning message.

No change.

The HMS Raptor battlecruiser radios in. Their captain says that the ship's massive 16" caliber cannons have been readied and are prepared to fire upon command. Admiral Richardson stops for a moment. He looks off into the distance and sees the approaching convoy. He looks at the comms officer and nods. She radios the HMS Raptor's gunnery sergeant. The 6 enormous forward guns guns swing into position. The foghorn of the ship is sounded, signaling that the guns are ready to fire. Everyone goes silent.

KA-BOOOM!

Each one of the 6 guns are fired at once, sending a shockwave throughout the water and surrounding vessels. Faintly, in the distance you could see an explosion.

The HMS Dauntless scrambled its fighters, and all the destroyers and cruisers and engaged weapons locks on the entire convoy. The Raptor starts a bomabardment run, shelling the convoy. The Falcon, another battlecruiser started firing the main guns as well.

A full scale naval battle was underway.
 
Robert stared at himself in the mirror. He fixed his glasses and his tie. The Minister of Foreign Affairs had to make a statement. They had called him a few hours ago, telling him the situation and what he was supposed to say. His speechwriter had given him a piece of paper, and Robert had been practicing for a while. He didn't have anymore time to practice though, it was time for him to go. He stepped outside of his home, where had been preparing himself. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, clicking the 'unlock' button on his car key. He stared up at his car- A Menschen Luxus, made right here in Andrenne. Robert opened the door, then closed it once he stepped inside. He activated the GPS in his car, and tapped a few things. He began driving.

Robert didn't live in Mitta, where the speech was going to take place, instead he lived in the smaller city of Kleine. He liked it there. It was quiet- It only had 20,000 people living there. He preferred the quiet life, compared to the bustling city of Mitta, with millions of people in it. The drive was roughly 50 minutes, and Robert had driven over the Halen River before he knew it. He arrived in Mitta a little bit later, and although the traffic was bad, because it was rush hour, Robert managed to get to the speech on time. But "on time" really meant an hour early. They still needed to set up the stage and the sound systems. After a bit of waiting around, it was finally time to start.

Robert stood behind the backdrop of the stage and closed his eyes, breathing for a moment before opening his eyes. He stepped out from behind the backdrop, and walked in front of it instead, smiling and waving at the clapping crowd. He stood behind the podium, adjusting the microphone. "Thank you all for coming today- And to all of those tuning in from TV, hello. There have been.. Recent events between Cogoria and Techislovakia, and multiple other nations have begun to intervene- We will not be one of those nations. I am here today to state our neutrality in the conflict. Despite our neutrality, our air space is restricted to other nations. Normal planes can still fly in our airspace, but any military aircraft found in our airspace will be shot down. Foreign maritime operations are also restricted in Andrennian waters. Any military vessels found in Andrennian waters will be shot at by the Royal Navy. This is a simple statement to foreign nations. As long as you don't bring military vehicles in our waters, or in our airspace, you have nothing to fear. Good day to the citizens of Andrenne, and to anyone else watching." He said, smiling and waving goodbye to the audience.
 
Kuvoy Palace, Jacksonville City.

"Mr. President, I am sorry to wake you, but you have a phone call," says Lexi Smith, assistant to the President. "It is from the Navy Chief of Staff."

"Thank you Lexi", the President responds.

Picks up the phone.

"Hello Chief Koralov, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. President, one of our Jacksonville Jets was shot down near Cogoria. I believe it is time the Navy gets involved. I need your approval before I can deploy them however."

"This is an outrage that our fighters are being shot down. Deploy the Navy right away. We will not allow for our airplanes and our soldiers to be shot down when we are not committing any crime."

"I will deploy them right away Mr. President. Thank you for your time, sorry once again for waking you."

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On board the JCNS Admiral Kuyov, undisclosed location.

"Commander, this is Admiral Koralov. The President has given the official order for our ships to sail to Cogoria. You have 24 hours to get your airplanes on board and get all of your airmen there as well. There is no other option, it must be done now."

"Yes Sir, right away."

Amiral Koralov disappears over the computer.

"Commander Trubkov, what are our orders?", says Private Alexander Colton, a newbie on the ship.

"Private, I need you to get all of our airplanes and airmen on our ship and then gather all the other ships of our squadron. A plane of ours was shot down. The President has signed off on a naval war. We must deploy immediately."

"Right away sir. I will have all the airmen phoned and all the planes put onto our carrier."

"Thank you Private. Dismissed."

"What is our course of action Commander?", says Vice-Admiral Natalie James.

"We will sail to Cogoria and begin a naval and an air bombardment in conjunction with the Navy of Goyanes. If that doesn't work, then we will have no choice but to request the President deploy the Army, which is our last resort."

"What of the Marines sir?"

"They will be deployed along with us, but we will not have the land on Cogorian territory unless it is necessary. An invasion will only come under the order of the Chiefs of Staff."

"Are we at war sir?"

"I am afraid so Natalie. This is something we have feared for years. Hopefully, we will be prepared this time."

The Commander looks out from the balcony as the sun sets over the waters. He says to himself, "I cannot believe that Cogoria shot down a Jacksonville Jet. We did nothing to provoke them. They were our ally, but I guess in war, alliance are brought to the brink." The Commander then retires to his cabin as all the ships of First Squadron arrive for refueling before setting off tomorrow morning. Jacksonville is at War.
 
Goyanes City, 8:30 AM

The Grand Emperor walks to the podium, followed by his entourage of ministers and privy council members. He begins speaking.

"Good Morning, people of Goyanes, and of the world. As you may already know, we have intervened in the conflict between Cogoria and Techislovakia. A Navy task force has been deployed, and a fleet is being relocated to assist them. Jacksonville will also aid us in this conflict. The Army will be placed on standby, and recruiting is now open. The Navy and Air Force currently will need all the help they can get. I urge able-bodied citizens and permanent residents to go to your nearest military office and join the armed forces. Your service to our country is greatly needed, and now is the time to do it. We will release more details as they arrive."

The Prime Minister proceeds to the podium. He starts speaking.

"It is with a heavy heart that the Privy Council and I have convened this morning, and with an emergency parliamentary session, have decided to make an official declaration of war. Here is an excerpt of the declaration that I will read tot he public. The rest may be read on the internet.

The Imperial Republic of Goyanes is declaring a State of War between the the Allied powers and the Armed Republic of Cogoria.
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That is all we have. Like I said earlier, we must help our armed forces in the fight. Thank you."

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The Next Day

Bill Regis woke up and heads to secondary school like any other day. Today was different though. Yesterday, he had seen the Grand Emperor and Prime Minister on television declaring war. His parents insisted they come with him to school to drop him off. When they pull in to the campus grounds, there were several buses and military truck waiting. Bill's heart stopped. he knew what this was. He was going to war.

Him and his parents walked into his homeroom and a military officer was standing alongside his teacher. He said hello, and the officer directed him to say goodbye to his parents. They sadly said goodbye as they shed a tear. He walked away with the officer who gave him a marching uniform. He told him to put it on.

He came out five minutes later in a full Goyanean Navy uniform. The officer told him to get on a bus and to stay there. Him and his friends rode on the bus to the Leidr town square. It was about 5 hours away. They got off the bus, and they were directed into a marching formation. All of a sudden, the bagpipes roared to life, and they played the "Queen Elizabeth's March" or more locally known as "The March to War". They all marched through the small town, and into the navy base. Waiting there, moored to the dock was the HMS Imperial, the largest battleship in the fleet, and the flagship of the Goyanean Navy. They walked onboard, and went to the deck, where they had to stand at attention. The foghorn roared, and the Goyanean Flag was unfurled on the mast. The crowd of civilians erupted into cheering and singing. A singe tear rolled down his face. The ship sailed away, along with the 1st Imperial Fleet.
 
Aboard the HMS Guardian

"Sir, we have received direct orders from her majesty"

"What are they?" Asked Admiral Storm.

The Seaman in question dropped a file on Admiral Storm's desk.

"Her Majesty Luna has requested that we send a small fleet of A-22 Guardian Jets to observe the waters above Cogoria."

"Alright, we'll send out Phoenix One, Phoenix Two, Gryphon One, Gryphon Two, and Pegasus One to do delta-formation passes over the water. They are to observe the events taking place and report back with information. They shall not, and I repeat: they shall not engage any target unless provoked. Do you understand these orders?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Dismissed."

Seaman Sky left the quarters.


All jets were warmed up and ready for takeoff on an observation mission over Cogorian waters.

"Phoenix One, takeoff in three, two, one..."

FWOOM

An hour later, all five jets were making low passes over the battlefield, hoping for the best and preparing for the worst.


Edit: Replaced F-18 Super hornet with a fictional depiction
 
The explosion of a nearby tanker shook the Oktobergrad as she and her escorts tried in vain to protect the convoy, however well armed the seven ships were however, they were very much out numbered. The convoy was being gutted, cargo ships were blown apart and tankers coated the surface of the sea with their burning cargo, killing the survivors of other wrecks. The massive cruise ship took a shell beneath the waterline, the explosion lifting her up and breaking her spine sending her swiftly beneath the waves with no time for life boats to be launched.

In the command room of the Oktobergrad Captain Chernov directed his end of the battle, designating priority targets for the ship's missiles and directing the salvos from her massive guns, it became impossible to communicate with his escort ships as the radiowaves were swamped with mayday calls from the sinking civilian ships. A radar rating suddenly piped up"Aircraft approaching, five of unknown origin sir!" The arrival of more aircraft was worrying, the fleets' AA was already stretched trying to deal with the Goyanes carrier launched planes "Engage them, one missile each, we can't spare any more." With that five missiles streaked towards the approaching jets

Back in Cogoria news of the naval engagement had reached the high command, and the First Ariel Artillery Regiment were ordered to make ready, and all classes of reserves were called up, swelling the army from it's peacetime force of 1,500,000 to a full force of 9,000,000. With every class of the reserves called up, the already resource deprived industries ground to a halt. Vast columns of troops of all ages from fresh faced youths to the grissled faces of those close to the cut off age went side by side to the huge mustering points where they collected their equipment and deployed to strategic points around the country.

The chairman sat in his office watching the news as it showed the nearly endless stream of soldiers marching along roads or riding in trucks. He did not know why this was happening to his beloved nation, but the fact remained that Cogoria now seemed to be at war. He knew a speech was expected of him, however affairs of state took precedent, and with that though he finished signing a letter to the government of Nebula requesting permission for Cogorian imports to redirect to Nebulan harbours and from there travel over land.
 
The sound of the bagpipes playing "The March to War" blared through every single town across Goyanes. With news of Cogoria raising a standing army, the Imperial War Office declared a draft of all able bodied men. They were bussed out of their town and to naval stations and military bases. The Army had decided to join in, and now with the entire 1st fleet stationed, the armed forces prepared for a full on war. The Grand Emperor and others were moved from the Palace and to a secure bunker deep underground in the mountains.

The Air Force has decided to activate all long range SAM systems nationwide, creating a airborne threat defense shield. The 2nd Fleet is now to patrol all Goyanean waters. The standing army will be raised to a total of 12 million soldiers. The Goyanean Navy was at full force, and another two aircraft carriers were dispatched to the fleet. Nothing could stop them now.

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As Ghostrider and his squadron of Rafale F3 jets zoomed through the skies, they saw the Cogorian warships. All of a sudden, he sees missiles lock on to him and his squad. There was an EA6 Prowler in their squadron, and the recent upgrades, was capable of shutting down missile locks and enemy transmissions. Bolt, the commander of the EA6, saw the locks and pulled the jamming system online. He was able to jam the missile locks, and all the missiles missed the squadron. Bolt then activated a jam on the Cogorian frequencies. They went into frenzy. The squadron returned to patrol the fleet. The Oktobergrad was left alone on the radar. Admiral Richardson took note of this and launched a barrage of shells at the ship, and launched several Harpoon anti-ship missiles at the convoy. The sight of the possible wreckage of the Oktobergrad was seen in the distance. Then he called of the attack. He sent for 5 patrol boats to survey the wreckage for any survivors of the attack.
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Jim Bell is on one of the patrol boats surveying the wreckage. He encounters a family who was quite shaken up, they had hitched a ride on a pool raft aboard the ship. They were brought aboard, along with several other people found alive in the water. The dead ones were to be cremated in the traditional Goyanean fashion, and their urns sent to a war memorial cemetery somewhere in the country.
 
The chairman walked towards the podium, he'd been informed of the loss of the entire convoy a few days before, the Oktobergrad included. There were only two capitol ships left n the Cogorian fleet, with their escorts and a cruiser squadron making up the difference. The naval command had kicked up a fuss when he refused to fund a major expansion when he took power, but now he would be vindicated, Cogoria was not a naval power but her command of the sea would soon be unquestioned.

reaching the simple wooden pedestal he grasped his hands around the edge as cameras and the watching faces focused on him, yes today would show the world that Cogoria should never be underestimated.
"My people, Comrades of this great nation. We face trying times. Earlier this year I came before you to assure you the failure of the harvest was a minor setback, that the shortfall would be made through imports. It seems however this is not possible. The Techislovakians and Goyanes have blockaded us, they have snatched the food from our mouths and wish to see us die. They do this in the hope of crushing the revolution. They hope to see our cherished ideal wither on the vine even as our bodies wither. They will fail. Earlier this week brave comrades tried to bring food to our nation, to our children, and with them came proud patriots returning home to help in our hour of need. Instead of receiving the warm welcome of a grateful nation however, they were greeted with fire and death dealt by the hands of foreigners! These imperialists aim to take this nation from us, to deny us our rightful place on Eras, they will fail. Like a wave crashing against the shore they will be repulsed each time they come, for they will be met by a people like none they have ever encountered! A people fighting with one hand, one heart and one soul! And we shall never give in." With that the broadcast ended, fading to a black screen that began to scroll the names of all those in the convoy, with most assumed to be dead. The following news shows showed nothing but the columns of troops marching in their khaki greatcoats and the forests of bayonet tipped rifles as they moved around the country, one reporter went to one of the mustering points for the activated reserves where a mountain of hair was growing as men and women had their heads shaved for service.

In the night sky however a force was gathering. 70 bombers of the 1stAAR were forming up with two fighter regiments. The large formation then began to vector out to sea, normally a spotter force would be needed to guide the planes in, but with the blockade in place there was no need to guess the rough area needed to launch their payloads. Broadening out into a delta formation the force briefly exited the AA umbrella provided by the land facilities, for ten minutes they continued on before the raid commander gave the order. As one, seventy bomb bays swung open and an object fell out, inside a rack rotated and dropped another. Repeating this fifteen times before returning to base they sent their deadly ordinance skipping over the sea towards their doomed targets.

A short while later the night sky was filled with flashes as the 1120 missiles began to find targets, a few ships got lucky by accidentally being ignored by the devastating salvo as the independent warheads prioritised the larger ships in the combined Techislovakian and Goyanes fleets, others were merely heavily damaged by a single strike.
 
"Declare a Code 616," ordered the Emperator. "I want as many military assets moved into the combat area as possible. We must assert ourselves in this conflict as a force for separation."
"What if our ships are fired on?" asked an admiral.
"Return fire," snapped the Emperator. "We need to remind the world of Nebulan power."

A grand Nebulan fleet left port the next day. Jet fighters were scrambled and sent to patrol just outside of Cogorian airspace. Nebula was going to revive its power.
 
It is 2:00 AM, the night shift has already settled in. On the radar, a tactical officer sees a squadron of bomber aircraft, they are not identified as the Goyanean jets. They radio a Techislovakian ship and ask for confirmation on the newfangled blips that have appeared. They confirm. Everyone on the bridge's heart drops. A bomber squad from Cogoria has come for revenge on the Fleet. They activated battle stations, and jets were scrambled. Anti air missiles were activated and locked on aircraft, and and they made their way towards the massive 70 strong squadron. About 15 were destroyed in time, and the rest released their payload above the two fleets. About a quarter of the 1st fleet was sunken, and morale was sunken as well.

In a bunker deep underground, the Grand Emperor is woken up abruptly. His security staff have given him and the Prime Minister the devastating news on the attack on the fleet. The security of the nation was at stake, as the devastating capability of the Cogorians was demonstrated. The draft was underway already and the armed forces had been readied, as well as well as the nation's domestic defense apparatus. He freshened up and went to the radio room. Prime Minister Jon Norberg was waiting there. He stood at the podium, with several armed guards behind him. He spoke.

"I am sorry for this very abrupt announcement, but is a matter of national concern. People of Goyanes, we are in a very tough place at the moment. Our armed forces, with no intention of escalating the situation, allied with the Techislovakians, of which we are good friends with. On Monday, a convoy was identified heading for the Cogorian coast and towards our blockade when we ordered them to stop. We broadcast the message three times, in English, Gojan, and the Cogorian vernacular. They did not respond or take note of our warning that promised intense military action if they continued. The sad ending is that they continued, and our forces were required to shell the convoy. We were made aware afterwards that the convoy contained civilian ships. We are deeply sorry for the loss of civilian life in this attack, but this could have all been easily prevented. But instead the Cogorians have destroyed a quarter of the Imperial 1st Fleet in retaliation. We will not stand down. We are calling for all able bodied men and women do defend our nation. We urge you to go to your nearest recruiting post, which can be found online. The Cogorians will forever fear the wrath of Goyanes, and they shall fail to succeed in their attempt to destroy us. I urge all citizens to do their part, join the armed forces, help in defense industry manufacturing, and help in logistics and other services critical to the functioning of our operation. Thank You. Deus Vult!"

With that the broadcast ended, and the people took to the streets. They were singing the national anthem, burning Cogorian flags, and marching into recruitment centers across the nation.

That night, the Imperial Air Force and Navy prepared a salvo of long-range cruise missiles, locked onto various targets in the Cogorian capital, Oktobergrad. The Venom-Class cruisers prepared their R-78 missiles, and locked them onto the various naval bases and and airports on the Cogorian coast.

The Imperial Air Force dispatched a squadron of 20 B-67A's into the sky. That same night, they carpet bombed Oktobergrad. The Imperial Airborne units also moved in, dropping thousands of soldiers into the city. The remaining enemy soldiers were rounded up and loaded onto planes and sent back.

Through the next three days, the endless flow of paratroopers raining down on the country, in conjunction with the aerial bombings, showed the everlasting spirit and commitment of the Goyanean forces.

The country was at war, united under one flag, one leader, and one common goal. The destruction of the
 
Presidential Autumn Home, Nassau City, 5AM

"The President arrived early this morning didn't he Alex?", said Commander Nico.

"Yes he did Sir. He is very worried about international condemnation for our mistake.", responds Vice Minister of Defense Alex Kolton.

"He should not worry. They will not condemn us since we never attacked them in the first place. It was a mistake, everyone makes them, even in the military."

Commander Nico enters into the Presidential Office.

"Mr. President, thank you for seeing me at this early hour."

"Of course Commander. I hope that you are bringing me news that isn't false this time.", responded President Yakovlev with a smirk on his face.

"Yes Mr. President. I assure you this time our news is true. This isn't actually news about the war directly. It does however have something to do with it. The Minister of Defense wants us to continue to do fly overs near Cogoria even though we aren't involved in the war directly. We just want to make sure everything is okay and that civilians are not directly targeted.", says the Commander.

"Commander, you do realize that I was only narrowly able to avert us from a war and now you want to continue to do fly overs of the country, something that could drive us into the war. I am sorry, but I cannot support this measure."

"Mr. President, its not like I'm giving you a choice. The Joint Chiefs and all the Ministers agreed. As well, Parliament has given us their full support. We will continue the fly overs either way, with or without your support.", angrily responded the Commander.

"You will not speak to the President of your country that way. Your duty is to serve me and protect my country.", said the President standing up enraged. "I got you in this position and I can take you out of it."

"My Duty is to my country and my people, not to you. You do not control me and you did not put me in this position. I will see you lose your immunity and be arrested before I dare let you take my position away."

The Commander walks out of the office as the President is throwing stuff towards him. He thinks to himself, "This is the first time anyone has ever stood up to me. I have lost control of my Air Force. What's next?"

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9AM Nassau Air Base, 10km from Nassau City. Commander Nico has now arrived at the Airbase to give orders to the Airmen.

"Commander Nico, welcome to our base. It is an honor to have you here.", says Airmen Kate Noro, a flying ace.

"Thank you Kate. The Ministry wanted me to come and inform you that the Air Force will continue to fly over the country or near it to make sure that the civilians there are well protected and that Cogorian enemies are not destroying people homes with intent to do so.", Commander Nico responded.

"What about the President? He has to give orders for it.", Kate responds curiously.

"Not this time Kate. Parliament declared an act allowing the Ministry to make decisions without the President's approval. They ordered the planes to get ready to takeoff."

"Yes sir. Right away.", responds Kate still curious.

The Commander walks into the Defense and Radar station of the Airbase. There, he has a talk with Vice Commander Scholly.

"Commander, why are these orders being given without Presidential consent?", says Vice Commander Scholly, an expert on air defense equipment.

"Because Scholly, the Parliament voted and decreed a law making the Ministry of Defense and the Joint Chiefs the only bodies that can make military decisions. This is our decision and that is the way it must be.", responds the Chief who sounds irritated at these questions.

"As you say Commander. We will order our planes to take off as soon as possible."

"Commander, for this, I am going to remain here and oversee the operation. I want to make sure that everything goes okay for it."

"As you wish sir. We will begin the operation immediately."

The VC walks out of the office and begins to give the order to the Airmen. The Commander looks out his window and says to himself, "So this is what power feels like. It is great. I will not allow myself to be like our President always abusing the people and abusing his power. I will be a great military leader, not allowing us to get in harms way unless necessary." The first planes then take off, heading to fly near Cogoria, but still in International Waters.
 
Despite Andrenne's neutral standing on the conflict, it was within the interest of the government to keep an eye on what was happening up north. Erik Heisker, one of the men on the Air Force Board, had been talking with the others on the Board. After getting commands from the higher ups to keep an eye on the conflict up north, the Board had agreed on the best way to do this. It was simple- Send a recon plane, with 2 fighter escorts. Now it just had to be passed down to the men who actually flew. Heisker leaned forward in his leather office chair, calling the office with the button on the intercom on top of his desk. "Hilde." "Yes Herr Heisker?" "Can you get General Schulz in my office?" "Right away, Herr Heisker." "Thank you, Hilde."

About four hours later, after Schulz had been told what to do, and the commands had been passed down the chain of command, jets were standing by on the Kleine Airfield. It had taken awhile to get transported, fueled and taxied onto the airfield. Flieger (Airman) Weber, Flieger Rikter, Flieger Schwarz and älterer Flieger (Senior Airman) Becker were in their jets. Weber and Rikter were in the one-man fighter escorts. They were in JD-11A Wyverns, the standard fighter jet of the Royal Air Force, armed with twin 20mm, automatic cannons and 6 AIM-9 Sidewinders. Schwarz and Becker on the other hand, were both in the UAD-07 Courier, a recon plane with only 2 sidewinders for defense. Once Becker heard "Amsel-Actual, Amsel-1, Amsel-2, you are clear for take off." He turned the throttle up by 60%, slowly increasing it to 100% as he got further down the runway, until finally lifting off with the help of his co-pilot. The Wyverns took off 2 seconds later, and they all began climbing to about 40,000 feet (12.92 km).

The jets stayed level in flight until they were nearly in Cogorian skies, decreasing their altitude to 23,000 feet (7 km). The jets, and Andrenne in general, weren't aware if Cogoria was a no-fly zone, so they flew over Cogoria and what Andrenne called the Northern Sea- The sea between Cogoria and Jacksonville, north of the Phoenix Strait. They were aware that other nations were in the sky, which is why they gave the Courier the Wyvern escorts. The jets would patrol the Northern Sea, Cogoria, and even Jacksonville- Just in case. Once they were low on fuel, they would go to the northern most airfield in Andrenne, refuel, and head back out.
 
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T A SETBACK!" roared the chief of defence (#000003) from behind his desk.
"but sir, the oktobergrad was an enemy warship, the goys knocked it out and we face no major repercussions." Admiral #070652 tried to reason
"It's not the oktobergrad that worries me! How are we supposed to extort dead people?!? without that food they will die and we won't have anything to take from them and our whole blockade will be pointless!"
"but what about vengeance for the cogorian spy found in Tesla city?"
"that was only ever a ruse, we were blockading them for money and hoped that we could scare some of their spies out of our cities... Withdraw the 6th and 4th fleet. I don't want carriers near Cogorian waters when this erupts into full scale war. Notify Admiral #070668 that I will be re-assigning Grand Admiral 32 to take command of his fleet"
"yes sir!" the admiral added before ceasing the video uplink.

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It was approaching midnight and the sun had long been gone when the Grand admiral stepped aboard the TDF High Noon, a braunhide class frigate. He quickly acquainted himself with his staff aboard the bridge, the first mate and captain of the vessel. The 3rd fleet that he now commanded was the only fleet within Cogorian airspace and now that the Techislovakian aircraft carriers had fled they were without air support.

The ship changed heading at his behest sending them on an odd route. After two hours on this course the TDF HN intercepted three cargo ships, the TSS Starbound, TSS Alamera and TSS Farside. Starbound and farside were both containerships bearing food and supplies, and the Alamera was an Oil tanker of massive porportions. It was 0330 when the fleet of 10 warships, 3 Cargo ships and two torpedo boats came into contact with the first Goy ships, they were only 70km from the Cogorian coastline. The Goyanes had been weary when the Techislovakian fleet had departed and were likely suspicious of the fleet's intentions.

The admiral nodded his head to the radio operator and the operator began frantically rushing to send a message to the Cogorian navy, it read something like this: "we have food, supplies and oil within your waters and we are willing to sell them to you for a 90% commission on top of normal prices." the crew of the other radio began signalling for the goy' ship to halt. It and its partner ship following close behind it both continued forth undeterred by the signals. In the dark both the goy ships were made aware that the TDF fleet was not kidding as all of the ships simultaneously began opening the vertical deck mounted missile silo's armed with anti-ship missiles. Would they continue forward?
 
Midnight...

The Admiral, aboard his carrier, receives the Techislovakian message ordering them to halt. He sees the weapons start spooling up and he orders a full stop. All the ships power the reverse motors, and they come to a grinding halt. He overhears the message to the Cogorians, and in forgiveness for the attack on the civilian convoy, wants to help pitch in. The Admiral does not want another convoy massacre.



The 1st, 3rd, and 4th Airborne airborne units were already on the ground in Oktobergrad. There was an intense urban warfare campaign going on. The rubble of the city only made it harder. They had to jumble with helping the bombing survivors, and dealing with the Cogorian troops. The Imperial Knights (Marines) 7th Squadron were making a beach landing on the coast. Several battlecruisers were shelling the coast, clearing the zone for the soldiers to make their way onshore. The coastal air bases and military installations were destroyed, and the Imperial Knights pressed forward. It was a difficult fight. They had to hold on for one more day before the army invasion force arrived.



Through the night, the second division battered the Cogorian coastline, destroying SAMs, artillery fortifications, and the forts. The shelling continued through the night, and by the morning, the coast was clear for the Army landing craft.

They arrived at 6:00 AM sharp. About 100 landing vehicles pulled up to the shore, then another wave of 50. They were invading Cogoria.
 
The war was not proceeding the way the Cogorian army had planned, in fact it was going better. The enemy had made a massive blunder, three of their airborne units were trapped in the country's capital. The national SAM network and fighter regiments had been stood down to allow them passage, and they had conveniently complied. With the AA guns and missiles now in place there was no escape for the paratroopers. The city itself was turned into a death trap, the vast metro system became an improvised fortress from which the defenders sallied forth, constantly assailing the beleagured Goyanes positions. The governmental train which connected the metro to the nearby Fort Pavlov was used to ferry civilians out and more soldiers into the city, while a ring of steel was place around it. The force dug in around the city simply prevented any breakout attempts and incessantly shelled the already devastated city while the troops attacking from the city's metro whittled away the enemy's numbers. It seemed that the paratroopers would never see their homeland again, the enraged Cogorians were taking no prisoners.

Meanwhile the Goyanes coastal landings were being resisted intensely. Thousands of troops were being deployed in spoiling attacks in order to contain the beachhead, every farmhouse became a bunker and every field was swept with machine gun fire, entire batalions were thrown into the maelstrom counter attacking to retake any positions the Goyanes captured. The Goyanes soldiers were paying a heavy cost in blood for every step they took on Cogorian soil. With the time that the blocking forces were buying a large force was being assembled, 1.2 million soldiers were preparing to unleash a massive assault to drive the invader back into the sea. With the amount of fuel in the country reaching critical levels the 2000 tanks gathered only had enough for three days of combat. but there was still some elements needed to be put in place before the attack could begin. In two days time would be the centenary of the start of the Great Revolution, and Cogoria would put on a brilliant fireworks display to celebrate.
 
The Paratroopers who were in the capital had been trapped. The Cogorians had them surrounded, so the War Office decided to drop in 3 more units in the woods surrounding the capital overnight. This would allow them to hopefully crush the Cogorian resistance before they could they could further damage the Goyanean positions.

A Goyanean reconnaisance aircraft images images and got coordinates of the location where they were funneling troops into the metro system. The location was marked on all the jets in the area's targeting computers.

An R-22 Fighter (Rafale F3) squadron was cruising over Oktobergrad when the blip was activated on the targeting computers. A radio transmission came in from the base, "All fighters, this is base, proceed to target-15-alpha, cleared to bomb. At the click of a button, a 500 kg guided bomb made it's way towards the ground. The station exploded, and the primary entry point into the city was destroyed.



Meanwhile, the coastal landings were not going as planned either, missile ships and bombers were called in to assist in the bombarding of the coast so that more troops could land.

Onboard the B-67A Bomber "Dragon Lady", the crew was preparing to go for a bombing run on a Cogorian tank position several miles from the fight. They were fueling up and ready to mobilize. A fighter aircraft had made a run over the area, determining that they were clear to go. The commander nodded, and the copilot opened the bomb bay doors. The bombs were armed. One by one, the bombs dropped, destroying the tanks and fuel containers in their way. The explosions could be seen for miles, and the shockwaves were felt at the battle site. The plane activated it's afterburners and climbed to an incredible height, hoping to avoid the anti-aircraft fire that would be directed towards them.
 
General Vatutin kicked a piece of rubble as he surveyed the damage done to the tunnel entrance, already an engineering platoon were digging their way down to reopen the route, it was a shame that the stairway down to the underground station had been hit, but the delay in operations was negligible. The only thing slowing down the dig was the fact that bodies and survivors were being removed from the destroyed stairwell, the heartless Goys having struck as a carriage load of civilians were escaping from the city. However the general took comfort from the fact the offending jet that had dropped the bomb was now somewhere deep in the nearby lake after Fort Pavlov had fired on it. The Forts AA gunners were racking up a commendable number of kills, the night before the Goys had tried dropping more troopers into the nearby forest, only for the large formation of planes to be torn apart by the Fort's SAMS and flak, whatever remained of the force was being mopped up by elements of the 6th Pioneer regiment with local guides leading them through the dense trees. Turning from the excavation Vatutin made his way to the fort's parapet to observe the forest, vast swathes of it were blackened as the pioneers made liberal use of flamethrowers to dislodge the paratroopers, and from the napalm strikes from ground attack aircraft, there would be no risk to the siege from them. Hearing a clatter of feet he looked to see his aide jogging towards him with the freshest report from the city itself "Sir! The junctions leading to Victory square have been taken, enemy units have been pushed back to the square itself, estimated strength 2,500. They are taking cover in the governmental complex, the square is too open and the men are being cut down as they try to cross. Colonel Nikolai is requesting that our artillery shell the square to create cover and has also requested fire missions on the complex itself." The general listened to the report with a growing sense of weariness, the city was already looking like a moonscape, with artillery pounding every street in an attempt to dislodge the invaders. The government complex though? That was an old old par of the city, back from the days of the Czars, they were a national icon most associated Cogoria. This was a war however, taking out his note pad he scribbled down the orders for the forts commandant, the colonel and the battery commander. They could always rebuild after the war. Within half an hour the forts massive guns were firing in concert with the massed artillery sited on the city's outskirts, blasting away at the enemy positions while the infantry advanced. The battle of Oktobergrad was reaching its final stage.


Many miles away another general was looking at the damage caused by an airstrike. Chuikov liked to believe himself a master of maskirovka, and was pleased to see his confidence in himself was not unfounded. All around the field old model tanks mixed with dummies were sitting crumpled in craters or simply shattered by the explosive force of the bombs dropped on them, while a little distance away the crater where the 'fuel' had been stored still smouldered. Some of his subordinates thought it had been a waste of tanks and explosives, but without the fuel to use them effectively in combat, they might as well serve the nation as a decoy. The bomber that had made the run had been chased by a few fighters but had been allowed get away, so that it's reports of successfully knocking out the army's tanks would be believed. Did the Goys really think the Cogorian army was incompetent enough to simply mass it's tanks and create such an obvious target? if so they would soon learn the consequences of underestimating the Armed Republic, in the coming days they would begin the Firewaltz.

A voice crackles onto the national broadcast system, across the nation the cogoian people listen intently to their radio sets to the message repeating again and again.
"This is an announcment from the Ministry of Public Affairs and Social Harmony for the people of Cogoria. The icecream is too hot, the icecream is too hot. The bad man is coming, the bad man is coming. The leaves are yellow, the leaves are yellow, the leaves are yellow. Hello Yes Pleasant Office Xylophone Indigo Andy. Hello Yes Pleasant Office Xylophone Indigo Andy. Message repeats........."
 
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* goes the computer as a SAM lock is activated on the airplane. The commander put his plane into an evasive motion, but it was no use, the sam had reached him and his plane descended down into the depths of the lake below. The rest of the squadron climbed higher ad turn back towards Goyanes.



The troops in the outskirts were suffering, and most of then had been burned to ashes. The napalm was burning all around them, the liquid fire raining upon them.

The troops in the capital were not faring well. The Cogorians started taking back the city, block by clock, and they morale was low. Over the radio, the general calls in. They will be abandoning their operation in the city upon short notice. They are to report to the airstrip, where several aircraft are waiting to take them back.

They start the long ride to the strip, seeing the damage left on the city. They walk onboard the large cargo aircraft and sit down on the seats, as the airplane takes to the skies and flies back to the Fatherland.

In the command center, Genter Leidr is sitting at his desk, overseeing the exit operation. "They have made an abomination out of us... They will pay."



Deep underground, in a bunker, the radio turns on and repeats the message: " Juliet-Papa-Juliet-Papa, Standby, Standby, Juliet-Papa-Juliet-Papa, Enter 121 alpha, 327 bravo, Standby for sequence alpha-kilo-charlie."

The radio clicks off, and the computer opens a prompt asking for the id of the operator. He enters his id, and waits for the next order.
 
Princess Luna was shocked at what she had heard.

On her desk was a file with names, callsigns, and photos of the five pilots they sent out.

Phoenix One - MIA
Phoenix Two - KIA
Gryphon One - KIA
Gryphon Two - MIA
Pegasus One - KIA

It was a shame. Luna wished to be allies with Cogoria, but they had just shot down five of her jets.

She would find out why the pilots were attacked, but she would still seek alliance with Cogoria. She began making calls to the Cogorian Government.


Captain Dash waded his way to shore, heavy from his water-filled flight suit.

He had ejected just in time to see Phoenix One slam into the water below him.

He was relieved to be alive until he realized he went down on the shore of Cogoria -- the country that just shot his squadron down.

He pulled his flight suit down to his waist and began walking towards a town, hoping for help.
 
Weber was at the control of his JD-11A Wyvern. The sensation of flying, whether in or out of a vehicle, was Weber's favorite thing in the world. He stared forward, into the almost empty sky; the only other things up there with him at this altitude were the other Andrennian jets. He looked right, at the UAD-07 Courier and the other Wyvern, before looking forward again. Someone broke the silence on the radio- It was Becker, who was speaking in Andrennian; a common thing when they were in or near foreign lands, so that even if the message was intercepted, the interceptor would have to know Andrennian to figure out what was happening. "Vir sar njua im Cogorianisk luftrum. Achtsei für feintlich flygzeug," ("We're now in Cogorian airspace. Watch out for any hostile aircraft.") "Verstatt," ("Understood") replied Weber, and a second later Rikter.

After about half an hour of flying, Weber heard something. It was loud, even from inside the cockpit of the Wyvern; which was still flying fine. He looked right- A SAM on the ground had fired at the other Wyvern escort, which was now smoking from it's engine in the rear of the plane, which abruptly set on fire, the fuel tank having been hit and ignited by the SAM. The pilot, Rikter, was trying desperately to maintain his altitude, but after gliding for a moment and losing his speed, he started dropping. "Marcheld feutar, marcheld feutar! Ausfüra undweichand ma-" was all that Becker could yell out before the radio abruptly cut off. Weber, still looking right, saw that the Courier had also been hit, and although it's left engine smoked for a moment, it quickly cut out entirely. A moment later, another missile had hit the Courier, and although it didn't hit the other engine, it did hit it's right wing, blowing part of it off and sending shrapnel into the engine. The fuel tank had been punctured by shrapnel, and the last engine on the Courier was leaking fuel. Weber knew what Becker was trying to say before he got cut off.; preform evasive maneuvers. Weber did just that, pulling left. Weber knew it was hopeless. The Wyvern couldn't go to a high enough altitude to avoid SAMs, which meant he wouldn't be able to avoid getting fired at.

Before Weber could think of what to do, a loud beeping noise blared inside his cockpit, and his plane shook violently and suddenly he tilted right. He looked to his right side, shocked at what he saw. His own right wing had been torn apart by a SAM; with more then half of it missing.. His Wyvern was still moving though, which meant his engine was fine. Weber tried to remain calm, but that was incredibly difficult when he looked at his comrades. The Courier was dropping quickly, it's right engine having leaked all of it's remaining fuel. The other Wyvern was gone, having crashed to the land below in a fiery ball of death. Weber started panicking, breathing heavily under his mask and doing whatever he could to try and keep his plane in the air. His plane barely survived the first SAM, and it wouldn't survive the next. Weber was certain of that. He pulled the yellow lever on the left of his seat; the ejection lever, and the cockpit popped open; the seat catapulting upwards with Weber in it. The parachute on the seat opened, which meant that the decent began- But it was too slow. He unbuckled himself from the seat, praying, before dropping from the seat and pulling his own parachute. He hoped the seat would land near him, because underneath the chair was a survival kit and a UP-80 Pistol. He watched his Wyvern, and the Courier crash to the ground. He hoped that Becker and Schwarz survived. He didn't have much hope for Rikter, though. He hadn't seen any other parachutes.
 
Nassau City, Northern Jacksonville

"Commander Nico, the Goyanes Air Force is landing planes near the city so that we can do medical checkups and emergency operations. We need you to come with us and identify the soldiers and make sure none of them are non-Goyanes.", says Vice Commander Scholly.

"Of course Vice Commander. Let us go now.", Commander Nico responds.

Wave upon wave of Goyanes Air Force planes are landing near the Airbase. Ambulances are waiting to take the injured to hospitals.

"So many airplanes Commander. How many do you think we are going to be able to help?", VC Scholly says.

"We will help all of them. Goyanes is our ally. They have suffered enough. We will treat them and then they can return to Goyanes. This was in a deal reached with the Goyanes Government.", says Commander Nico.

"Really Commander? I had never heard of such an order. This is something new.", responds the VC.

"Yes it is very odd, but the President has given the order. We must not delay.", says the Commander.

The Planes begin to land. Soldiers with the most dire conditions are being rushed to Nassau General and Nassau Life Hospital.

Nassau General Hospital, 5PM

"Thank you for coming Commander Nico. There is a lot of wounded people here. We need all the help we can get.", says Hospital Administrator Alessandra Nikolayevich.

"Of course Alessandra. Me and my team are here to help.", says the Commander.

"How many is in your team Commander?"

"There are 120 of us in all. Let's get to work gents."

The hospital continues to help all of the Goyanes soldiers over the next few hours and the days following their arrival. The Government has promised to help them in part of an agreement with Goyanes.

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Jacksonville City Airbase, Jacksonville Special Administrative Region.

The President arrives at the Airbase with a packet of information in his hand.

"President Yakovlev. Thank you for coming. What is it that you needed to discuss with us?", asks General Liam Colton.

"Generals, it is time that we get more involved in this conflict. We have two options. We will either send our planes over them and bomb them, or we will continue to do fly-overs. All of my support is in the fly-overs option and I hope that you will support this as well."

"Of course we will Mr. President. It is in our best belief to do fly-overs only for the time given and then we will worry with war later.", responds General Colton.

"Thank you gentleman."

Planes begin to take off from the Jacksonville Airbase heading to one of our aircraft carriers. They are soon to begin flyovers of Cogorian territory.
 
As the sun started to rise over the hills, the Cogorian army became a hive of activity. The plans to repulse an invasion had been practised on paper many times and occasionally with a handful of units in mock battles in peace time. Now however over a million troops were being massed, the most of the country's military might had been gathered, most military districts had been stripped of their tanks and armoured vehicles along with their best soldiers. They Goyannes had proved their superiority in technology and jamming capabilities with their aircraft's ability to penetrate all the way to the capitol repeatedly. However there was no technology for them to spoof to disrupt the impending attack, communications were carried by hand between commanders, telephone wires were freshly lain and crisscrossed the rear positions, and the munitions that were being loaded into the artillery were as dumb as they came. Cogoria was going to fight a simple war, the way their grandfathers had fought the Czar, with blood and iron they would take their country's sacred soil back from the imperialist invader.
Battery commander Ivanov checked the straps on his mask as his men finished laying their gun sights and loading their shells. The coming barrage was a masterpiece of timing, and a miracle of logistics. With all fuel being allocated to the armoured regiments logistics had been forced to transport the vast stockpiles of ammo by hand and by horse. Taking a look at his watch he saw the hour was approaching, walking up to one of his guns he took the lanyard from the gunner and counted down in his head, reaching zero he tugged sharply, the gun roared and slid back on its carriage flinging a smoking shell to the dusty ground even as a loader began to place a fresh shell into the breach. The world shook as the new day was lit by uncountable flashes as the Cogorian guns began the firewaltz.

The cannonade of the ten thousand guns could be heard across the entire nation and shook the glass in the windows of her neighbours. The shells smashing into the Goy lines were carefully timed and aimed, churning up the county side, high explosive blasting apart enemy positions as a sickly yellow cloud spread over the land felling any not wearing protection from the poisonous gas which quickly became invisible as it mixed with the smoke shells. The barrage swirled around the Goy frontline it seemed erratic just after devastating a piece of land it would move on, but swiftly return as the enemy emerged from their cover.

As Chuikov watched the world catch fire he felt the weight of all the death and suffering he was inflicting rest on his shoulders. The toxic gasses being used were not pleasant ones, and would contaminate the area's soil for generations to come. Seeing a burst of movement from his own lines he raised his field glasses to his eyes and watched as a number of horsemen rode into the hellstorm erupting on the horizon, he knew they were volunteers but he still felt sorry for those courageous soldiers and their poor mounts.

Following a preplotted route that had to be perfectly timed the riders surged through the barrage, their horses' laboured to breathe through their own masks as their riders strained through the eyepieces of theirs to spot enemy positions, a number of them were killed outright, either they had remembered the path wrong or a gunner somewhere had turned a dial too much, but either way riders were torn apart by shells. Those that got through rode hard towards suspected enemy positions, whenever they found one they simply fired a flare straight up and moved on before the guns blasted that position to the moon. High above the swirling maelstrom soon began to look like a new years celebration as the burning flares shot out of the smoke, however within the hour they stopped as the last of the riders were cut down.
The barrage continued for a full five hours as the Cogorian guns flung 3 million shells at the invaders. Near the end of the fourth Hour however a great cry went up as the infantry began their advance. Under the cover of the smoke, gas and high explosive the gasmasked troops rushed forward firing blindly into the thick smoke before charging in to deal with the foe up close and personal. Rushing the Goys the Cogorian infantry emerged from the thick shroud like spectres and went to work with an eclectic mix of weapons, many used their rifles and bayonets, but axes, shovels, maces and blades of all kinds were used.

A runner jogged up to Chuikov, his uniform smeared with blood and dirt. The General read the missive from one of the commanders at the front. The Goys were being rolled back, and Cogorian infantry were breaking through their lines in several spaces, nodding he went to his field phone to make his report to the chairman. All the while the artillery kept up it's deadly work at a much reduced rate, and jets and AA defences protected them, and the armoured units. All the armour was in reserve, as the barrage had reduced the ground to a quagmire impassable to anything but infantry. The Revolutionary Guards waited for their time, thousands of their countrymen and women were currently dying in the toxic hellscape that had once been the Goy frontline, but once the pioneer battalions finished clearing the woods around Oktobergrad of the few remaining paratroopers, they would be redeployed to clear a road for the armour through the mud.

The school house shuddered as shells burst around but not close to it. The huddled civilians were scared, but overall they were proud. Proud that as they sat their in their government issued gasmasks, their brave nation was fighting back against the invader, proud that their husbands, wives, sons or daughters were currently killing the cursed Goys, with every shell fired they showed the imperialist criminals that Cogoria could not be conquered, that every step on their soil would be met with death and suffering! They were proud too of their memories, the drills in school as children flooding back to them as they heard those words memorised years ago, get to a safe designated safe zone (the bad man is coming) Military operations imminent (the leaves are yellow) Chemical saturation likely don government issued masks (Hypoxia)
 
As the aircraft were one by one landing in Jacksonville, the remaining troops in Cogoria had been massacred. They had used chemical weapons and inhumane weapons from the middle ages. None were left, but the fleet remained waiting. This war was about to take a new turn.

Defense Minister Leidr was being told of the atrocities that were being committed to the few that were left behind. He was thankful for the safe return of most of his soldiers, but he was angered by what they had done to the ones left behind. He dialed a number on a red telephone, and said, "shall we move on", a mysterious voice on the other end said, "go ahead". Another phone was dialed and he said "9-1-3 alpha". He hung up the phone.



All throughout Goyanes everyone stood still. Their eyes were all fixated at the sight of a bomber squadron that was making its way into the sky. All of a sudden, the civil defense sirens go off and everyone is rushed into the surrounding buildings and homes, they are taken into the lowest levels of the metro, and the only ones left on ground level are the infantry soldiers.



Onboard the lead aircraft of the B-67A, they had reached supersonic speed, they would be over Cogoria in two hours. Behind them were five other squadrons, each followed by several fighter jets and and a jamming aircraft. Over the Eastern Sea, between the Fatherland and Jacksonville, they went silent. Not a single plane, radar system, or SAM could detect them.
 
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