War Thread

[dr-spangle]

Character:NB Air vice Marshall

Four New Brittanian eurofighters are continuing with their bombing raids over the most eastern island, they are paying the Kampongese town on the east coast particular attention. The majority of the raids are still being carried out at high altitude ot minimise the risk of anti-aircraft fire. Meanwhile eight other eurofighters are patrolling the waters around the islands and have been ordered to destroy any enemy shipping seen in the area.

[kingjoe]

Private Bass in a sign of friendship and cooperation gave his rifle to the Machine gunner as well as his other weapons to prove he had peaceful intentions. The two snipers that had been covering him put down their rifles now that the Private had vanished into the foggy bridge. Sargeant Cole was content on the fact that his commando was most likely to still be living as no gun shots had been heard.

Meanwhile Private Bass explained his situation while he stuided the Matbatic posters around their command bunker. He then said in broken down Syriac "Dear Sirs I represent the Nova English forces on this Island. We would like to request that our navel transports can move safely into Hempton Bay. Without being fired upon by your own ships. The transports will be carring food and other supplies for civilians living on the Island. Also my commander has requested an important but rather private meeting with your Head of command. I shall need to take my leave as soon as possable my good sirs and by the way there is a small Matbatic Church in Hempton Bay if you wish to use it."

[Babs]

'Commander Montague, this is ridiculous'
Montague nodded, silently. The commander was not one for speech when it was unwanted. They were stood, hands on railings on the observation deck of the HMLS Beaugium.
'I suppose we really should be making a move.'
Again, the commander did nothing more than nod. He leant against the railings, in his grey suit, whilst the younger Babs, stood in his tight black trousers, side-zip leather jacket. Phone in pocket, and 'All Areas' security pass danglinf from his belt. Black. It was all he had left from his agent days, when he was the best in business, before fame ruined his career, and he took to the skies of J-DIC. Babs was beginning to age too, it worried him. He worried about his one true love, who beamed out over the airwaves of Radio Lovely2, and had permenant residence to his palace back on Sypyr. He worried about his family, about the queens, princes, princesses, dukes, duchesses, countesses, counts, the King, Harpo and Wombat, Jedi-Jim safe, far away, over the seas.
For the first time since they had arrived, there was a bang, Montague looked up, instantly alert, and hit the alarm button on the wall behind him.
'It's time we left Commander,' he said, hurrying off downstairs.
'Ciao' I said, and left, clambering over many hurrying soldiers.
'STOP!' I bawled, and the hullabaloo ceased, marines stood still, not even blinking, now immediately aware of the importance of the situation.
'Listen,' I called out, 'We're never going to win a war like this. Arm the ship, we're leaving here, to Whelk I presume, we wait there for further orders. This ship doesn't move without the Commander's order. Flag me chopper someone, and get comms to alert the rest of the fleet.'
'Yessir,' rang out over the deck.
'Better, thank you gentlemen-' there was a soft cough behind me, I didn't turn, 'Yes Sarah, and women too, yes, yes...'
Babs hurried off to the helipad, accompanied by a pilot.

Summary: Lovely's 2nd Battleship Squadron, armed and ready to leave Tokidokian waters, Babs en route to his control room on HMLS Concorde, also part of the 2nd Battleship Squadron.

[Zatriarch Maximillideus]

The Matbaics sent the Nova Englishman outside and radioed to high command, who accepted the proposal, under the conditions that they would be allowed to search every boat and vessel going into the Nova English village. Breaches of these terms, they demanded, would mobilise the Matbaic troops on the island to invade the village. A letter in Syriac with an English translation was given to the Nova English soldier, who, several glasses of Yaksmatch later, was shown back to his squadron.

SUMMARY: Matbaics have accepted Nova English terms, with conditions.

[kingj]

After the Kampongese town had endured 24 hours of constant missile and shell bombardement an order errupted from the attacking ships speakers, "Cease firing!"

With this the guns fell silent, the barrels of some of the big guns were glowing red when the smoke cleared revealing the devestation which had unfolded in the distant town. Where houses and factories had once stood there was now only debris. The town from side to side was now completely flat, a man standing on one side of the settlement could now see over the ruins to the other.

After taking in these sights for a few moments the ships raised anchor and moved south, as they moved along the forested coast some of the ships fired incendiary shells and missiles into the forests setting them ablaze.

The ships continued south untill the charts showed they were in line with a castle on the south east coast, with this the order echoed from the speakers once more, "Fire!" At once the guns burst into life again and sent a barrage of missiles and shells towards the castle, some incendiary missiles were also fired into the surrounding forest which were soon burning violently.

The flames spread quickly due to the large amounts of autumn leaves carpeting the forest floor, unfortunately for some the nearby Nova English town bordered the forest and the fire was creeping in that direction.

Summary: Kampongese town flattened, now bombarding castle on south east coast.

[chrimigules]

Christopher stepped out onto the New Brannum Base's airstrip. Instantly he was hit by the sheer brightness of the Sun and barely managed to slip his sunglasses on before his eyeballs melted. Arrayed before him was the majority of the 1st Battalion of the Naval Infantry, assembled in full gear, ordered into four boarding groups. They were standing there, waiting for their transport to the Bellerophon, ready to board at a moments notice. Near the main body of Naval Infantrymen stood Foghorn with some of his officers, undoubtedly discussing plans for the upcoming engagement. Christopher approached, and Foghorn turned to look at him.

"Commander..." The two saluted, and then Foghorn continued, "where the frak are my helicopters?"

"I just got off the radio with the Bellerophon. They'll be here within a couple minutes."

"Good." Foghorn turned to his officers, "ready the men." Christopher looked at the men. How more ready can one get? In the distance, a group of dark spots became resolvable to the naked eye. Four transport helicopters and a smaller, light multi-purpose helicopter behind. One Naval Infantry Officer hung behind as his comrades readied the Naval Infantrymen. Foghorn nodded to him and said, "Good Hunting, Lieutenant."

Captain Bobritzky stood on the flight deck of the Bellerophon, waiting to greet the next batch of guests. Off the port side of the group, he could already make out the Republican flag on the lead helicopter. Behind them lay New Brannum, its hilly landscape something to admire. The sky was cloudless and almost unbelievably blue. Within a few minutes, the lead helicopter, one of Bellerophon's own, rolled to a stop on the flight deck. Almost immediately, a number of men stepped out and approached him. Commanders Mules and Foghorn. Captain Bobritzky saluted as the second helicopter landed.

"Good afternoon, sirs."

"What's our status, Captain?" Michael began leading the two senior officers toward the Control Tower.

"Currently on course, heading 069. Speed is currently 30 knots. We'll be coming up on another turn, to 030, once all craft are stowed." An idle deckhand opened the hatchway for the three officers to enter just as the third helicopter made contact with the deck.

"Good. Commander Foghorn is going to need Communications Division to set up a secure channel for him to access. Fairly soon?"

"Indeed. Fairly soon." Michael nodded, then saluted, and then headed on his way.

Summary: Remainder of the Naval Infantry Regiment, including the unit commander himself, have been brought aboard the Bellerophon. The Bellerophon is currently located off the coast of New Brannum, on its way north toward the warzone.

[Iehova]

Having finished the Television broadcast the President knew he had not a moment to lose. He left the building and, passing a throng of reporters, jumped into the vehicle that was waiting for him, which sped off with a police escort. It soon reached the nearby military base where the Presidential helicopter was waiting. It would take him to the RDS Kropotkin, where he would assume control of the flotilla.

The chopper journey was uneventful, to say the least. The pilot wasn't in the least bit chatty, which suited the President as he had myriad things on his mind, not least how to end this awful conflict quickly.

Upon reaching the flotilla he was greeted by a clearly war-weary Captain, who saluted the President as he ducked under the blades of the helicopter. The President merely nodded and indicated that the Captain follow him.

Almost running to catch up with the President's fast pace the Captain updated him on the status and readiness of the flotilla.

...

Closing the door of his Private quarters, which he had barely seen since the Circum-Raynor war (God, he thought to himself, that really was a shit name), he stood for a moment as if pondering what to do next.

He walked over to the wardrobe and brought out his uniform, the very same one that had lasted the Circum-Raynor war and had been waiting for him ever since. It was, of course, a Fleet Admiral's uniform, but he reminded himself that this time he was engaged in Joint Forces Command as well.

...

"PARADE, PARADE 'TION!

STAND AT EASE!

PARADE, PARADE 'TION!

STAND AT EASE!"

The Fleet Admiral coughed, today wasn't the day to have a bad throat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, addressing the parade, "you have been selected to do a very important job, one which I know you shall complete with your usual skill, efficiency and honour. You are to join a NAM peacekeeping force intent on restoring peace to Taylor Bay.

For the sake of humanity we must do everything in our power to end this terrible conflict which has already resulted in many dead and injured. Indiscriminate shelling and bombing continues at this very moment, and I ask you, what civilised nation can sit back and do nothing?

Not Riponia, that's for sure."

Fleet Admiral Mackintosh waited until the cheers had died down before continuing.

"That is why you are heading into a conflict zone. We are no imperialists, as you well know, we are simply human beings, and God knows we have a job to do.

Thanks to His Imperial Majesty Emperor Harald of Stormark, we have been granted use of Stormarkian territory amd waters, so that is where we shall head first.

Comrades, good luck, and God speed."

The Fleet Admiral turned to the Admiral who stood beside him and said "Set a course for Birlasdame. Full speed ahead."

SUMMARY: 1st Flotilla Group and 1st Paratroop division depart for Birlasdame, Stormark.

[foghorn]

Foghorn stepped off the transport helicopter and onto the main deck of the carrier. He saluted his two officers, who stepped off after him, and started walking towards the island to meet with Chris.

The smaller briefing room was rather well stocked. A polished wood table sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by rather comfy looking leather chairs. In a basket that was bolted to the center of the table, a bottle of Zemlyan vodka and some glasses made polite chinking noises as the massive carrier started its first turn.

Chris walked in a few moments later. He wiped his brow, unbuttoned the top button on his jacket, and sat down. “So how long will you grace us with your presence this time?”

“Just long enough to be within CV-7 range of the middle island” Foghorn replied.

Chris smiled. “You seem to like jumping into the middle of enemy territory in the dead of night. You've done it quite a bit in the last few years.”

Foghorn grabbed a glass from the basket. “That's because it usually works.”

“I expect you'll be jumping with the lead plane as well?” Chris asked.

“Name me one campaign where I wasn't one of the first Naval Infantrymen to set foot on enemy soil.”

Chris thought for a moment, and then reached for a glass as well. “Good point. I'll have the CV-7s called in from New Brannum, refueled and ready for takeoff by nightfall.”

“Thanks. They'll be running back and forth between the drop zone and the carrier all night. Could you suspend all other flight ops and have some fresh pilots waiting to relieve them?” Foghorn looked up from the glass, trying to gage the acceptance of that last, rather large proposal.

Chris shrugged. “It'll do the guys some good to have a night off every once in a while.” He produced a teapot from the side cabinet. “Earl grey, right? Twist of lemon?”

Foghorn smiled. “Took you long enough to figure out.”

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The cabin of the cramped CV-7 was black as night. Not even the running lights on the wings were on for this mission. The pilots watched their instruments intently, plotting the quickest course to the drop site in the northwestern forested area of the middle island.

Foghorn was seated in the middle of the cabin. He adjusted the strap on his rifle sling, making sure that it was snug enough so that when his parachute opened the rifle wouldn't be ripped out of his hands. He glanced up at the Special Ops teams that were also on board, waiting to drop alongside him. For this mission, both teams from both battalions were assembled together with a few regulars for the first drop on the island. If all went well, the next flight would bring the rest of 1st battalion, and then 2nd battalion after that.

Somewhere off to the left of the plane, another CV-7 was lurking in the night. Foghorn looked out the window behind him and searched the inky blackness for any sign of the aircraft. He didn't find it, but the firefight in the distance was providing an impressive display of light. It looked like there was some shelling going on, but he couldn't tell exactly where from that distance.

The pilot poked his head back into the cabin. “Five minutes to target. Strap up!”

The entire cabin stood up and, in their predetermined manner, formed a single line facing the rear hatch. The first infantryman in line started the call. “Sound off for equipment check!”

The second infantryman tugged on the first's chute straps. “One ready”. The second continued the process, and finally the entire line was checked and ready. The pilot, hearing the last man sound off, flashed the red ready light by the door twice. Two minutes, Foghorn thought.

Out the window to the right, Foghorn saw a light red glow flash twice. They are out there after all. Damn they're good, he thought.

Foghorn smiled. For the first time in weeks, he was truly happy. He was a man with an objective, a man with a war to fight, and surrounding him were his loyal Naval Infantrymen. They had come from obscurity through the Red Antilles to fame, and now were launching from their former glory to a new mission, and all that time, not a single man had lost faith that he was in the hands of a capable leader.

Foghorn adjusted his goggles and donned his oxygen mask. It had been a while since he had done a HALO jump, but he thought he could still do it. He hoped.

The light turned green. The pilot leaned out of the cockpit and gave the lead man a thumbs up. And they jumped.

As Foghorn started his fall, he caught a glimpse of the other plane, green light shining in the black night, with Naval Infantrymen pouring out of the cabin. He watched his altimeter, and then, just below the radar, pulled his rip cord. The black parachute deployed flawlessly, and he watched the other members of the SpecOps team land an secure the area in front of him.

The landing zone that they had picked out was a large field about twenty miles from the westernmost Kampongese city on the island. The SpecOps teams instantly started collecting the parachutes into the middle of the field, and then spread out into the forest, looking for any ambush parties that might be hiding in the brush. Once that was done, they set out sentries, and waited for the rest of the Naval Infantrymen.

When daylight broke, the entire force was on the ground, waiting to go into action. Foghorn had assembled First Lieutenants Hipser and Lee, of the 1st and 2nd battalions respectively, for a bit of a chat. “So here's the plan” he started. “We're going to take over this island. Completely. If any city offers resistance, we will eliminate the resistance. If they welcome us, we have a little chat with the mayor and move on. The point is, we are a peacekeeping force. So there must be peace on this island. And the most peaceful enemy is a dead, enemy. Any questions?”

They shook their heads. No questions.

“Good. Scouts ahead, and I think 2nd battalion will be first in line this time, Mr. Lee. Good hunting, gentlemen.”

The three went their separate ways, Hipser to the 1st battalion, Lee to the 2nd, and Foghorn to join the scouts in leading the way. He had never liked leading from behind, and wouldn't start now.

And they were off.

Summary: Naval Infantry dropped into forest on NE side of middle island.

[kingjoe]

The oldest and bravest Nova English sponsered Militia on the Warring Islands was called the Christian guard and had around 80 soldiers among its ranks. Most of which where either Ex-Middle Korean Christian soldiers or Ex-Nova English Commandos. It was formed in 1750 to combat the Kampongese Forest rebelion in 1749. This unit was among the first of the militias to be official state sponsered. However it is also one of the smaller ones out of the major militias, with it's current head a Mr Alexia Kushlik a former Woodstanian Commando whom had joined the True Woodstanic Forces then fled to Nova England in the great retreat.

In his small military bunker located in the Town of North point Major Kushlik was sleeping when his mobile phone started ringing. He sat up instantly and then put his phone to his ear "Hello?" he said.

"Major, senitries have spotted unknown soldiers near the forest." said the voice at the other end.

The major replied "Oh right well until we know who they are do not go near them until we know who the hell they are. Then if the aren't our enemy welcome them to the town and give them shelter."

"Yes sir right away!" Replied the other Voice.

[Ardashir Khan]

NEWS IN BRIEF FROM WILLOW

Meanwhile the New Brittanian Army was mostly doing boring stuff. The small detachment landed by Ardashir in the 'delta region' north of the old Skerries have finished off-loading and setting up small 12 man encampments on each island, defended to the fullest extent possible.

The remainder, in light of the recent non-aggression treaty with Matbaa and all the army has prudently decided to concentrate on the defence of the home islands and the bulk of the forces are now there. However as a precaution they have moved out of barracks in the capital, Willow, in order to prepare a defensive perimeter. The capacity remains however to form a rapid reaction force as the situation in the Taylor Bay area may necessitate.

As for the remainder of the Empire. Owing to the sudden onset of the emergency the Cantons have had to look to their own defences. Security in the outer islands and scattered colonies is now the responsibility of the Royal Constabulary supplemented by volunteers from Neighbourhood Watch Associations and the Royalist Youth League.

[gemini-dc]

A breathless ensign came running into my quarters with a piece of paper, "Sir! Sir! I have an urgent message from Nafticon!"

"Calm down, kiddo," I said. "What the hell is going on?"

"Our forces have landed," he replied.

As the commander of Antica's first Valar-class Battlecarrier, the most high-tech naval ship ever to be produced in Antica, I had a lot of responsibility. The Valar class is a new design with everything a battlecarrier would ever need. The only problem was the fact that construction had just finished on the ship, and the crew, although loyal and hardworking, were far from familiar with the new designs.

We had been docked at the port of Mules for months, but were in the middle of conducting test runs in the middle of the ocean. I had become sick of sitting around doing nothing.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote down a message. "Send this to Chris, commander of the Bellerophon group."

We've concluded our test runs. We will be on our way, and will join up with the Bellerophon group within 36 hours.

-Gemini-DC, Commander of the Valar Battlegroup

"Kiddo," I said to the wimpy little engisn. "Tell your buddies to get ready for a fight."

Summary: Valar Group on its way to join up with the rest of the Antican naval force.

[Earl Aster]

The 11 CH-47 Chinook helicopters with their fighter escort spead off towards Qui Nohn, their 170 Knots Lycoming Turboshafts buzzing in the air. These helicopters, however, were not ordinary pattern chinooks from the Matbaic Zatriarchal armed forces. These Chinooks, were painted black, with a white templar cross embrazoned on the side. The dual mounted miniguns and extra armour plating on the side were also not usual. These were no ordinary Chinooks- these were the Chinooks of the Black Fleet, the CH-47's of the order of the White Knights Guard. The 800 battle brothers and sisters sat quitely inside these humming behemoths, quitely waiting for the drop zone to come into view. Nothing could be heard apart from the incessant chatter of the com-link in the cockpits of the craft and the occasional clink of their hydraulic steel sheeted armour.
"Nearing the landing zone now!" The pilots babbled to the division members in the back of their craft. With a small humm, the huge craft landed with a small thump in a mushy jungle marsh land just outside of Qui Nohn.

The hatches slammed open with a pneumatic hiss
"Move Move Move!" Screamed the Brother superior as his knights spead out of the ramp on to the jungle marshland. The thermal vision of their VOX masks scanning the dense jungle surroundings for any signs of life.
They slowly crept forwards, aided by the complex military hand signals of their superiors, stealthilly gliding through the jungle without so much as a whisper. They headed forward, and were just reaching the suberbs of Qui Nohn.

The fighter escort screamed overhead and view Qui Nohn for any signs of suspicious movement, so far, there were none and just a view oriental peasants looked up at the fighters in disbelief, dropping their chopsticks.

The planes dropped leaflets
"People of Qui-Nohn. We mean you no harm. The Matbaic-NAM peacekeeping forces are here to offer you assistance from your war torn surroundings. We bring food and medical supplies. Please do not be alarmed by the armoured troopers who will soon be bringing in the supplies. Our elites, the order of the White Kngiht Guard are here to help you. Please do not attempt any hostile action. NAM is tour friend and soon warships will be moving near your harbour bringing some marines to keep the peace and some medical supplies. What is your response? We only want to help you"

SUMMARY: WKG CHINOOKS LAND NEAR QUI-NOHN WITH FIGHTER ESCORT OVERHEAD, AND WORK THEIR WAY TOWARDS QUI-NOHN. ZMNS AZOZYEL, 2ND PT BOAT DIVISION AND ZMNS BSMAYAH APPROACH HARBOUR TO BRING SUPPLIES TO QUI NOHN. B-52 STRATOSPHERIC TACTICAL NUCLEAR COMMAND STANDING BY

[Zatriarch Maximillideus]

Fortunately, the Matbaics stationed in the castle near the now flattened Kampongese village of Vichika had evacuated just in time, though one of the Black Janissaries had broken his arm. Most of the other Matbaics had made for the bridge, away from the smouldering wreckage of Vichika and the burning forest fires. Altogether, there had been fifteen deaths from the 500 stationed on the island.
The last APCs and Artillery Pieces rolled into the barricade barracks by the bridge and the commanding officers saluted. Now, their last card on the island was the bridge. The troops set more charges and mined the waters below, whilst the twelve Matbaic ships anchored outside prepared for war.

As the radio report came in that the New Brittanians had fired on Vichika, the admiral slammed his fist on the table, knocking over a glass of mint tea which was promptly cleared up by a cowering ensign. All the marines lined up on deck, and saluted as the national flag was hoisted.
The admiral gave them the news, and informed them that the flagship of the Matbaic Navy would begin putting pressure on the New Brittanians. By now the Lovelian ships had left, so there was nothing to stop the Matbaics.
The marines saluted, and in unison chanted Barekhmor Marth Bait Nahrain! as the ZMNS Azozyel, accompanied by the ZMNS Shalmaneser and ZMNS Suryo II turned hard a starboard and made for the New Brittanians. The aft guns were trained directly on the New Brittanian ships, and over the side of the ZMNS Tiglath Pilesar swam eight divers with limpet mines.
From the megaphones of the flagship cried the command

Ships of the New Brittanian Imperial Navy, any more attacks on Matbaic Troops defending the Kampongese Village of Vichika will be considered an act of war and the Matbaic Zatriarchal Navy will be obliged to fire on you. You are bound to the conditions of the Lovelian-Matbaic-New Brittanian-Beagium wartime treaty and you shall follow them

The message was repeated over and over again, in Syriac, Khmer, and English.

SUMMARY: Matbaic troops in Vichika have been evacuated after the New Brittanian Attack. They have lost 20 men out of 500 and are headed for the bridge near Hempton Bay. The 12 Matbaic Ships anchored off the S coast of the island have adopted a hostile stance to the New Brittanian naval forces and have orders to fire unless the New Brittanians cease attacks on Matbaic ground forces.

[Zatriarch Maximillideus]

From the deck of the ZMNS Meryem Ana II, pilots were preparing for a dangerous mission. The wing-commander saluted them and as the 25 Apokalypton F1 Fighter Jets sped off toward Taesong, the sailors cheered and clapped. Today would mark a new era in Matbaic colonialism. The 25 planes sped across the deep blue surface of Taylor Bay, and Southwards over the Peoples' Republic of Kampong, narrowly avoiding some flak from unknown enemy vessels. Soon, they were over war-ravaged Taesong, and they began a fast descent right down to Seongchen City, on the Taesong seafront
The squadron commander through the radio announced the countdown to their attack

Hamesh (5)

Arbaa (4)

Tlotho (3)

Treyn (2)

Had' (1)

Simultaneously, the 25 jets launched a spray of rockets right into the centre of Seongchen city, smashing into the already-nearly-destroyed-by-the-civil-war tower blocks and skyscrapers, and incendiary bombs setting fire to the thatch in the more traditional style buildings of the city. Seongchen would now be ripe for invasion by the White Knight Guard.

SUMMARY: Seongchen, Taesong, submitted to aerial bombing by 25 Apokalypton Fighters, which are now making their way back to the ZMNS Meryem Ana aircraft carrier in Taylor Bay.

[Earl Aster]

The ZMNS Ahmed loaded with the 3rd Rashid light support armoured division and supplies is now heading towards occupied Qui Nohn. The Ahmed is escorted by the 1st Selim anti-sub division and the ZMNS Hamed.

The WKG have now occupied Qui Nohn succesfully. A temporary Matbaic military colonial government has been installed until order is restored. 300 WKG in 3 CH-47 Chinook helicopters with air support are now heading to Seongchen city to occupy that as well after Zatriarchs' excellent air raid Tell your pilots that the Earl is most pleased, your holiness! Tell you pilots that they may dine with the 12 if they wish!

Division Knight Guyrona glanced around the now occupied city of Qui Nohn.
"We'll be wearing Piths in Seongchen by christmas, chaps!" He said to his battle knights nearby as the air patrol screamed over the city and the aid convoy came rolling in

[kingjoe]

Hempton Bay Command post

Hempton Bay command was completely alive as explosions were felt across the island. Commander Bamforth jumped up and demanded what had just happened. "Sir I think Vichika just got bombarded by New Brittania. Also Bridge Command have reported movement within the Matbatic lines." Said an officer.

"Oh really..." Bamforth was just about to finish his sentance when his phone which linked to West Grinstead Command started to ring. He thought to himself something big must be happening? In West Grinstead's command room located under the oldest Castle in the nation King Joseph waited for Bamforth to Pick up the phone at the other end.

"Hello this is commander Bamforth speaking"

King Joseph answered "Hello this is your king"

"Oh sorry Sire please fogive my rudness I did not know it was you." Bamforth Stutered

"Right I have some kinda good/Bad news."He replied

"Ok fire away." Said Bamforth

Kign Joseph then Replied"Basicly all hell has broken lose on our little corner of Micras so I want you to increase security in all your areas. The same is already being done on the Homeland."

"What do you mean all hell has broken lose?" Questioned Bamforth

"Just watch the T.V and find out" Replied King Joseph before the line went dead.

Bamforth did just this he walked into his office the after finding the right news channel he watched as amature videos showed Matbatics landing in Taesong. He then thought wait arn't those Lovilians there as well, Hmm I can't wait to see the White Knights carve them up.

On Bridge Command

Sargeant Cole looked out to the sky as he saw large clouds of smoke rise up from Vichika. He then said "Wow I didn't think we were killing civilians this is an outrage." He then walked over to his radio post picked up the microphone and said:

+This is Bridge Command do you read me over?+

++We read you loud and clear over.++

+Good I'm requesting artilary to be brought up to my command ASAP!+

++Roger that a mechinised platoon shall bring it round ASAP++

Sargeant Cole then look over towards the New Brittanian ships and said to himselfs lets give these guys a bit of a suprise when they get close.

[kingj]

Matbaic high command,

New Brittania had not, i repeat has not launched any attacks on your positions, all fire had fallen on the most eastern island.

over

[kingj]

Stormark posts have been discounted (see other thread)

After three days of bombardement the New Brittanian ships were running low on ammunition and supplies generally so the decision was made to return to base.

With that in mind the order rang out "Cease firing!" which the crew did immidiately, they were only to happy to be taking a much needed break. Within minutes the anchors were raised on the battleships (and the other ships which are following them) and the ships set sail east at full speed. The majority of the fleet turned north after 200 miles and made their way back to base on the Northern side of the Ponton Island with the exception of two of the battleships which cotinued east to the home islands.

Summary: New Brittanian ships have cease bombardment and are returning to base (Attacking withdrawing ships doesnt count as peace keeping )

[Earl Aster]

++Fine new Brittanian naval forces, your claim has been confirmed but in the future please remain out of shelling distance of Vichka, I repeat, remain out of shelling distance of Vichka++

The White Knight Guards helicopters now thump down in Seongchen. They soon speed out of the helicopters, scanning the streets with their goggles, and occupy key buildings and strong points. Soon, small jeeps and some small tanklets are brought out of one of the helicopters to help their advance to the city square. Apart from some very scared looking Taesongese, there is no one. These Taesongese, however, do not look so scared when the food and medical aid is brought out, showing that the Matbaic military colonial authority can be very helpful on their own accord. The battered streets will soon be cleaned up, the Taesongese will soon have homes again after the brutal war- all thanks to NAM and Matbaa!

++Lovlian forces in Taesong, we mean you no harm. We shall discuss the idea of a paralell being set up to divide these two points of occupation Hold your fire and let us discuss this situation. Out++

Meanwhile, the ZMNS Hamed escorted by the ZMNS Ahmed brings reinforcements of a small mechanized division from Rashid to patrol the vast land and to guard to roads between the two cities. More aid is brought out of the vast hull of the military transport, with the Ahmed over watching, and the contents to create a military camp are brought out, as well as some more supplies and some sour faced buerocrats, economists and accountants ready to re-build the torn country. The Matbaic 2nd PT boat coast guard division leave the port of Qui-Nohn to patrol the mangrove swamps and dense jungle waterways to secure the immediate area. The ZMNS Ahmed, Azozyel, Bsmayah and the selim anti-sub division all begin to patrol the immediate coast between the two occupied cities. Soon, a makeshift military camp emerges near the outskirts of Qui Nohn. The camp is huge- incorporating (yes, this is phersable from a full military transport and destroyer) a huge runway for tactical bombers, barracks for around one thousand men and a supplies. The city begins to be fortified, with WKG and some Taesongese conscripts holding crutial points with Machine gun posts, the roads begin to be cleared and a temporary Matbaic colonial governor takes place of the town hall. QUI NOHN IS TAKEN! OPERATION PLASTIC EGG HAS SUCEEDED!

SUMMARY- WKG LAND IN SEONGCHEN, QUI NOHN IS TAKEN AND A MILITARY BASE CONSTRUCTED. RUBBLE CLEARED AND AID BEGINS, COLONIALISTS TAKE QUATERS IN MUNICIPAL BUILDINGS, A MILITIA UNIT OF IRREGULARS IS FORMED, RASHID ARMOURED CORPS PATROLS ROADS, PT BOATS PATROL RIVERS AND LAKES, ZMNS AZOZYEL, AHMED AND BSMAYAH PATROL THE COAST AND QUI-NOHN HARBOUR, ZMNS HAMED BRINGS MORE SUPPLIES AND AID, LOVLIANS ARE SENT ASSURANCE THAT THERE IS NO HARM IN THIS OCCUPATION AND NEW BRITTANIAN EXPLANATION IS ACCEPTED, BUT THEY ARE TOLD TO STAY OUT OF SHELLING DISTANCE OF VICHKA.

Brother Superior Guyrona walked through the bustling streets of Qui Nohn, many citizens happy for recieving their aid from the Matbaic forces. He was happy that Matbaa was doing something like this for a nation such as Taesong, and the glimpse of the Matbaic flag and colonial pith and fez told of things to come...

[dr-spangle]

Character:NB Air vice Marshall

12 New Brittanian Eurofighters are now providing air cover for the withdrawing ships armed with air to air weapons. They have been order to keep all foreign aircraft away from the naval vessels through any means possible.

[Colonel Vilhelm]

The New Brittanian light ships who were previously following the New Brittanian battleships are continuing to do so and following them back to base.

Summary: The New Brittanian light ships who were previously following the New Brittanian battleships are continuing to do so and following them back to base.

[nathanm]

"All aircraft from the HNBMS Rose are in the air providing air cover for the withdrawing ships, they will be working along side ground based aircraft and other AA weapons."

[Zatriarch Maximillideus]

Matbaic transport craft laden with food and fuel are being sent to Taesong. 20,000 Matbaic Salars have been sent to the Taesongese Government as war reparations.

[Smedleyhead]

Admiral Smedley walked along the high street at Birlasdame, he was buying personal supplies. In his carrier bag he had a box of fine cigars, some bottles of various alcohols and some other items. He scanned the shop windows, looking for a souvenir for his nephew. He always promised his nephew he’d bring him a present after every mission, his nephew was very proud and fond of his “Admiral Uncle”, and this present idea was to reassure him that his uncle was coming back. Since his father’s death in the Circum-raynor war, he had been like a father to his nephew. He knew deep down, though, he might not be coming back this time.
He looked up to see a Patriot whirring overhead, loaded with supplies and fuel. “Not long now” he thought to himself. He had come out in normal clothes, the buzz of the arrival of Riponia’s great floating fortress had not yet died down. A rumble of thunder echoed overhead, a storm was coming. But it wasn’t the weather he was worried about.

An hour later, at the airfield, Admiral Smedley’s taxi arrived at a waiting Patriot helicopter. He got out, collected his bags and walked onto the aircraft. A young lieutenant stood to attention and said “How was your trip sir? Did you find what you were looking for?” The Admiral smiled, replied politely “Yes, and stand at ease, It’s not a formal occasion, and if it is I will make sure you know.” He had almost forgotten how eager and disciplined the Riponian navy were. He had been at Birlasdame for just 3 hours, but it felt like 6 weeks. He looked down as the craft took to the air, carrying him and his luggage to the RDS Mackintosh. He picked up the telephone on the wall, and a male voice spoke on the other end.
“Yes sir?” said the voice.
“Report.” replied the Admiral.
“Yes sir, we’re very nearly finished restocking the ships, we should be done within the hour.”
“Good”
A large crack of thunder boomed through the air, and it started to rain.
“What’s the weather report?” asked the Admiral.
“There’s a pretty bad storm moving in, sir, but we shouldn’t have to ground the aircraft for another few hours. It looks like it’s going to settle at about 5, then stay with us for at least 12 hours.” Replied the voice.
“When we’re finished, seal the hatches. No news from the Fleet Admiral yet, so it looks like we’ll be waiting it out.”
“Yes sir.”

Thirteen minutes later, the Admiral’s transport copter landed on the RDS Mackintosh, and the Admiral was rushed under an umbrella through the heavy rain to the port tower. The Captain was there to greet him.
“Looks like the storm is getting worse more rapidly than expected sir, we’re going to have to ground the aircraft.” said the captain.
“How much do we have to transport?”
“We have 95% of what we came here for, there are some strong winds coming in, we can’t fly in this.”
“I understand, captain. Bring our boy’s back home, seal the hatches and get comfortable.”
The Admiral made a quick call to mission control and then proceeded to his quarters. As the rain battered relentlessly on his full-length windows, he sorted his private supplies into his kitchen. He took his nephew’s present, and stored it safely in his private vault. He sat at his desk, looked out at the chaotic winds and rain outside, turned back and activated his computer terminal.

SUMMARY: Riponian Fleet docked at Birlasdame; awaiting orders.

[kingj]

The HNBMS Wild and HNBMS Ignorance have now arrived back in Port Diana where they have docked and are being resupplied. Meanwhile the rest of the New Brittania attack fleet has arrived back at their home port where their crews are being replenished and the ships cleaned under the protection off AA missiles and torpedo nets.

Summary: New Brittanian attack fleet back in port