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Federalization; The End of the Alliance
Topic Started: Feb 2 2015, 04:18 PM (1,549 Views)
Carbadia
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Proventia, Aurelia, The Legantian Alliance

Silvanus stood behind the podium, the familiar lights of the cameras shining and almost drowning out everything beyond the surface’s edge. He resisted the urge to look behind him at the six flags hanging limply from their poles, and the single blue-gold flag draped out of sight above them. He focused on preventing his hands from fidgeting, and simply waited.

Above the white-gold glow of the TV lights a single subdued red light sprang to life. Silvanus checked almost absentmindedly that his tie was straight and his suit was wrinkleless. The light blinked green, and Silvanus waited a half-breath before beginning.

“My Fellow Legantians, Citizens of Ullir and Vasio, Lero and Dellinger, Aurelia and Caturix. I come here today to inform you of a most momentous decision made by the Alliance Council. For generations, our peoples have remained separate, distinct. Since our alliance was formed and our Council made whole with the leaders of all our nations, we have known our peoples would not remain separate for very much longer. Now, at last, we know when that day will be.”


Silvanus paused slightly, taking a breath before continuing. “Our Council has decided that our Nations will finally come together and become one. The process has been underway for some time, with our economies, militaries, and transportation systems becoming more interconnected every day. Now our central governments will follow suit. On January Third of this upcoming year, elections will be held for seats on the newly formed Legantian parliament. I implore you all to set that day aside, and to choose your representative carefully.”

“My Fellow Legantians, this will be a time of both trial and opportunity. We must work together towards the brighter future this Union will bring. My Fellow Legantians, let us look together towards the new dawn. Goodnight.”

The single light blinked red again, and the lights of the camera flashed off as a sheet, bringing the room into seeming darkness. The various camera crews, who before had been hidden by the bright glow of their charges, filtered off to the sides and out of the room. Silvanus took the page containing both the transcript of his speech and the latest reports on the military integration of the various Legantian states, and slipped behind the flags at the back of the room. Behind him, almost unnoticed, men began hauling the flags out as the blue and gold ensign of the new Legantian state flowed down to fill their place.
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Kaisergrad, the Unified Monarchy of Caturix, The Legantian Alliance

Kaiser Wilhelm III looked out the window of the Summer Palace (a name which he despised, but one that he could not change thanks to his grandfather) and down unto the square below. A crowd had gathered, all good men of the Monarchy, protesting the abomination that was the alliance. The Kaiser empathized with them. He considered himself a man of the people, though he knew the degenerate leaders of the rest of the Alliance would scoff at the thought. The believed themselves high and mighty, superior to his proud nation because they threw away those that gave them power. They no longer understood the traditions that their nations had been built on, instead replacing them and allowing their nations to be taken and perverted by the wills of those who should have no say.

He turned and continued down the hallway, observing the art that covered the walls, the masterpieces trimmed in gold. The art itself was a depiction of Caturix national pride, depicting the many victories and important events in its national history. Wilhelm continued, barely pausing at the ostentation that filled the space, still deep in thought. It wasn't long before he arrived at the Kaiser's Chapel, the massive display of piety that amounted to over half of the massive palace. Its many pews sat empty. The Kaiser walked down the aisle and slid into his usual place in the front right row. He kneeled, bowing his head and prayed. He was hoping for inspiration. He knew that if he took his nation out of the alliance, a war was almost guaranteed. The various alliance nations wouldn't want to show weakness at such a crucial time. If he didn't, though, the UMC was almost certain to loose its independence. The nations of the Alliance would destroy its enshrinement of God in its government, dismantle the camps where clergy and government workers worked to cure those afflicted by demons that forced them to act against God's plan. It was almost unthinkable. No, the Kaiser decided, it was unthinkable. He finished his devotions and returned to his office. He took out a piece of official stationary, and began writing.

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Dear Sirs,


After much deliberation and prayer, I have come to the conclusion that our continued participation in the Legantian alliance is one that would lead inexorably to the destruction of both this country which I love and those traditions which we hold sacred. As such, effective immediately, I am removing the Unified Monarchy of Caturix from the Legantian Alliance, and pulling all our forces from joint military operations and bases. I implore each of you to do the same, as it is clear that God Himself has damned this enterprise upon which you are embarking, and neither you nor I should go against His divine will.





With Faith in God,

Kaiser Wilhelm III of the Unified Monarchy of Caturix
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Proventia, Aurelia, The Legantian Alliance

Silvanus sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples as he contemplated the rather large stack of paperwork that sat ominously just at the edge of his peripheral vision. The Unification of Legantus was going to do great things for all the states in the Legantian, culturally, socially, militarily, and economically. However, until the Parliamentary elections were complete and a Prime Minister was appointed, he was stuck doing all the paperwork that both bodies would be handling. He delegated most of it (as one would expect) but even then the mountain that remained was daunting.

He was about to make another concentrated effort to work his way though the pile when a member of his staff rushed in, holding a sheet of paper. Without thinking, he gestured to the pile and continued attempting to decipher what the hell the document in front of him was, and what it was supposed to do. The aide spoke up, attempting to get Silvanus's attention. He ignored it. A lot of the aides had gained a sense of self-importance from their positions after the announcement, and with that feeling came a rather annoying habit of interrupting his work with trivial things that had to be completed immediately. He had taken up the habit of ignoring them. If it was important, they would stay and try again. If it wasn't, they'd drop whatever it was on the pile and then leave in a huff. This aide cleared his throat and spoke again, louder.

"Sir, you really need to see this Now."

Silvanus looked up from what appeared to be a article dealing with both crop fertilizer standards and military helicopter procurement and motioned for the aide to give him the paper.

"Alright. What is this, anyways?"

The aide walked over and handed the rather high-quality piece of paper to the Chairman of the Alliance Council.

"It's... a Dispatch. From the Kaiser."

Silvanus sighed and took the paper.

"When will he learn that it's far faster and more efficient to use Email like everyone else. These dispatches every three weeks are rather annoying." Silvanus said, as he began reading lazily. "Maybe I should include that in my...."

He stopped mid sentence and sat more upright. He read through the dispatch again, far more carefully. He then turned back to the aide.

"Call the council. Don't bother trying to call the Kaiser. They should all be back in their various capitols by now, so go straight through their offices. If you get held, tell them it's from the Chairman and extremely urgent. Now!"

The Aide stuttered for a bit, as if wanting to ask a question, before seeing the look on Silvanus's face and almost running out the door.


Legantian Alliance Hall Videoconference Room
Proventia, Aurelia, The Legantian Alliance
Fifteen Minutes Later


The room looked like something out of science fiction. A single dark wood desk sat facing a massive curved screen in a room that was dimly lit. The only light in the room was focused exclusively on the desk, and came from a light directly above where the speaker would sit. Behind the desk was the official Flag of the Alliance, the blue-and-gold banner hanging limply from a pole positioned just out of sight of the various cameras. The entryway to the room was hidden by a black curtain, which covered the entire back half of the room. It was designed to both allow the caller to give a show and allow him to see those on the other end of the line.

Silvanus sat in the desk's chair and hit a button on the control pad seamlessly worked into the desk. One by one, various parts of the screen blinked to life. The various other leaders were either sitting in rooms like as the one Silvanus sat (either because they saw the room and liked it, or because they had had one beforehand) or in their offices, with the blinds pulled down or the windows frosted. Silvanus waited only a few milliseconds before starting.

"I assume you've all received the same message I have?"

"Yes. I received it only a few minutes before you called." Wragner, the Prime Minister of Aurelia, was the first to reply. The rest responded with various nods or other signs or sounds that acknowledged that they, too, had received the message.

"What, exactly, are you planning to do about it? It's not like he's not doing something that was expected when the Alliance was created." That was James Unbestimmt, President of Dellinger. He had a rather concerned look on his face, and was absentmindedly playing with the edge of a piece of paper as he spoke.

"Originally, that was true. Now, however, he's violating the Grais clause. That - according to the charter - warrants us to use 'all necessary force' to deal with the violation." That was Gaétan, the President of Vasio.

"Yes, but what exactly does 'all necessary force' entail? We can't just immediately go to war with the UMC because its leader thinks it would be best served by leaving this organization." The Chief Minister Vaurix of Lero, smoking as usual. Silvanus could almost smell the pipe smoke.

"I agree that we can't go straight to armed conflict. I propose a message be sent informing the Kaiser that he is in violation of the Grais clause of the Charter of Alliance. I also think it would be prudent to put your national guard on alert - I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up with protests both for and against Federalization within each of your nations, and I wouldn't be surprised if those protests came to blows over this." Silvanus waited until he saw nods from each of the leaders - James and Vaurix were a little more hesitant, but they followed suit. The screen winked off, and Silvanus left to write the notice.
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Kaisergrad, the Unified Monarchy of Caturix

Kaiser Wilhelm III sat in his study, a private two-story library built by his father during his rather short time on the throne. It was far better - in the Kaiser's opinion - than the small, cramped little room on the third floor that his great-grandfather and grandfather had used. He was seated in one of the reading areas, in a comfortable full-grain leather chair by one of the smaller fireplaces in the palace.

One of the palace servants edged in quietly, attempting to avoid disturbing the Kaiser. Wilhelm liked servants like that, unlike the rather boisterous and rude ones favored by his former... 'colleagues' in the Legantian Alliance. He closed the book he had been reading - an account written by his great-great-great grandfather, a former general, of the battles against the armies of Wodanaz and the divine inspiration he had received during them that lead him to seize the throne. Wodanaz had been a powerful and respected adversary back then, unlike the quaffling godless heathens that the Aurelians who took their place had become.

The servant, noticing that the Kaiser had turned his attention to him, bowed low and held out the papers he had been carrying.

"Your Imperial Majesty, I humbly apologize for interrupting your study. The Lord of Armies, Jerrod, requested I bring these to your presence immediately."

Wilhelm took the papers and looked them over.

"So, the fools are preparing for War? HA! We shall be ready for them." Wilhelm placed the papers on a small Lyronian mahogany table. "Go tell the Lord of Armies his Sovereign orders him to place our glorious army on alert. We shall face these Godless Hethens when they attempt to force our gates!"

The servant, bowing profusely, left the room to go find the Lord. Wilhelm returned to his book. He looked forward to feeling the power his great-great-great-grandfather described, the pure majesty of battle. Of victory in the war to come, he had no doubt.

Near the Vasio-UMC border, Vasio, The Legantian Alliance
Twelve hours Later


The engine of the IFV finally sputtered and died. David, his usual calm self, jumped off the turret and proceeded to kick the side of the IFV-85 repeatedly. Alexandre sighed and got out as well, as Christian, Henri, and Isaac followed suit.

"David, my friend, I doubt that will get us moving again."

David gave one last kick and shouted "Merde!"

Isaac sighed. "We're out of gas, sir."

Henri glared daggers at Isaac "And thanks to you, we can't call it in anymore!"

Isaac threw his arms up. "I already told you, I didn't do that! It shorted itself out!"

Henri growled and started towards Isaac. "Like hell it shorted out you little Lerotian piece of..."

Alexandre imposed himself between them, bracing for a fight. "Stop! Fighting right now isn't going to help. Now, according to Christian, we're only twenty Kilometeres away from where we're supposed to be. Now, there's a UMC boarder post a little down the road. We'll walk over there, mooch some gas, get to our objective, let the OpFor 'Kill' us, and then get back to base, have a beer, and catch up on what's happened in the last four days. That good with everyone?"

David and Christian nodded, with Isaac and Henri hesitating slightly before repeating the gesture. Alexandre sighed in relief.

"OK. Henri, you're staying here with the APC. The rest of you, with me."

David kicked the APC one more time before following. Isaac pulled out a SMG before following. Alexandre game him a look, and Isaac shrugged and said "Bears." Alex rolled his eyes and lead their small band down the road.
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The small band trudged down the forest road, their only light coming from an old military flashlight. Its red beam penetrated barely two meters into the darkness. They continued down the dark, cold path, quiet save for the sound of their boots and the occasional swear at almost tripping on a rock that they hadn't seen. It continued like this for a few minutes, until the flashlight, its beam already dimmed from age, finally cut out, plunging them into near total darkness.

"Brilliant. Now we don't have a fucking light. How the hell are we supposed to see where we're going?" David kicked his boot in frustration and swore when he felt his foot connect with a stump that he hadn't noticed.

Alexandre sighed and looked around, spying a light in the distance. "Look, there's the border crossing. We'll get the gas and a ride back to the IFV at the same time. Come on, let's go."

The small band took back to the road and continued towards the beacon in the distance.

"Not long now," Christian said as the light from a red spotlight washed over them, "I can see them in the posts. I wonder... wait. What are they..."

His sentence was cut short by a sound reminiscent of six firecrackers going off in rapid sequence and what seemed to the others to be an unseen wall. In the two seconds it had taken Alexandre to identify the sound as a Zaliviyan DSHK machine gun Christian had fallen back on the ground, his eyes lifeless and blood starting to flow from his body. Half-forgotten training took over.

"Cover Cover Cover!"

The group dropped into the ditch next to the road, hiding behind the embankment and whatever trees seemed to be thick enough as the DSHK began firing again, now joined by the sound of assault rifles and frantic shouting. Isaac began firing the SMG he had brought as Alexandre and David frantically reached for their pistols.

"The Hell are they doing? We're alliance! We're supposed to be allies!" David shouted before rapidly emptying his pistol in the general direction of the post.

"Fucked if I know! All I can tell is, whatever's going on, we can't stay here!" Alexandre tried to aim and fire slowly, to conserve ammo, but found he was shaking too much for that. He began emptying his clips as soon as he could load them.

"You're telling me! I only brought one mag for this thing!" Isaac fired two three round bursts before his trigger clicked. He tried again, and again the click sounded. He ducked back behind his tree as a burst from the DSHK tore a hole right through the side. "Dammit! I'm Out!"

"God fucking... Back to the IFV! Move!"

The group, one less now, tore off for their starting point, weaving through trees that were illuminated by the fire of weapons behind them. After about a minute of running, the fire stopped, though by the shouting and rustle of underbrush behind them the group knew they were being followed. When they arrived back at the IFV, brused, cut, and covered in mud, dirt, and blood, Henri was on the ground next to the tread with a wrench. He turned and looked at the group before jumping to his feet.

"What the hell happened to you? Where's Christian?"

"Dead. Boarder guards shot him with a heavy machine gun. Please tell me you fixed the radio." Alexandre said, warily looking at the forest behind them as David climbed into the IFV and began pulling out sub machine guns.

Henri looked confused. "Dead? You mean their part of the..."

Alexandre holstered his pistol and grabbed one of the sub-machine guns. "No. Dead-dead. Not knocked out, not 'exercise-dead', Dead. And if that shouting's any indication, they're following us."

Isaac flinched a bit before jumping in the IFV. He came back out with the broken radio, which he proceeded to open. David, fitting one of the bullet-proof vests he had thought they would never use over his uniform, looked over.

"Isaac, what are you doing? It's busted, transceiver's fried."

Isaac yanked the small fused component out and pulled a new one out from his pocket. "I know. CO ordered me to fuse it, but I kept the spare just in case."

Henri sneered. "So it was you, you little..."

Alexandre stopped him by slamming a sub-machine gun into Henri's arms. "Not the time. Isaac, call it in. We need a ride... There's a crossroads about ten minutes down that way. Call it in there."

Henri, looking at the SMG in his hands like it were alien, turned to Alexandre as Isaac began angrily half-shouting into the radio. "I thought it was twenty minutes walk down that way."

Alexandre shook his head. "We'll make it in ten, or we're screwed."

The shouting of the border guards began growing louder, and small specks of light began intermittently appearing in the forest. Alexandre gestured for David and Henri to take up positions behind the IFV, as he kneeled next to Isaac. "We getting a ride?"

Issac replaced the receiver onto the radio before awkwardly fitting it onto his back. "Took a minute to convince them we were serious, and I still don't think they believe we are, but they have a jeep on its way to meet us at the crossroads."

Alexandre looked back at the forest, where the lights were becoming more frequent and the shouting louder. "OK, we need to get moving. Henri, we still have some gas, right?"

Henri, still not really accepting the situation, nodded. Alexandre opened the back hatch of the IFV and found a belt of grenades. He gestured behind him.

"OK, Let's Move! We've got to get to the crossroads, but I'm not letting them get our IFV. The second I pull these pins, run as fast as you can. I'll be right behind you. Now!"

Alexandre pulled the pin and whipped the belt into the crew compartment as the group ran as fast as they could in the other direction. The shouting grew louder and suddenly sporadic gunfire filled the air, but it was cut short as the vehicle that had caused all of this exploded in a brilliant plume of fire.
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General Alexander Kohler, Legantian Alliance Military, walked in on a scene of near total chaos. Maps depicting the fictitious movements of an 'opposing force' north were being hastily replaced with maps of the current situation. Three technicians hovered over a bank of computers, apparently attempting to determine the cause of a problem - though with what Kohler knew of computers they could be trying to build a shrink ray. Soldiers in full combat uniform and staff in olive drab work uniforms ran through the area at odd intervals, running some errand for the next. Boxes, both military and simple civilian cardboard, lay scattered throughout the room as the staff rushed to convert this building from the headquarters of an fictional force to a full combat operations center.

Kohler walked into the area that had until twelve hours ago acted as the meeting room for the 'BlueFor"s informal strategy sessions. Like the operations room behind him, boxes of varying types were stacked along the wall. The Commanders of the forces that had been placed under his command, one-stars at minimum, sat on empty crates as the chairs had mysteriously disappeared. Kohler clamped down on his frustration at the state of his command post and focused on the men and the map at the table.

A terrain map - one of the few things from the exercise still useable for the current situation - was spread out over the surface of the table. Small tabs, looking almost like board game pieces, covered the map. Red represented the locations believed to be held by UMC troops, blue the approximate location of friendly forces. A quick scan of the map showed that the Alliance forces were way out of position. The best defensive line was about twelve KM from friendly forces, but only eleven from hostile forces. While that wasn't much of a time difference, it was enough that, if the UMC moved up, they would be able to engage the Allied forces as they tried to climb the hill, a situation that no commander would consider ideal.

"The situation isn't that good, as you can see," a Ullirian Colonel said, gesturing widely to the map. "Alliance Army forces are way out of position, and all the troops we have coming in are still a day away, at best. There isn't really a good place to hold anywhere around here besides that ridge, at least none that would be able to hold."

The General scanned the map, hoping the Colonel was wrong. There was no perfect line, none like the ridge, but maybe...

"What about here?" He pointed to a small town, in the valley between two hills. The hills were steep, and the town sat at a slight rise above the surrounding ground. Not much of a rise, but one that could possibly be advantageous, even if only incrementally. "It's less than two klicks from Third Mechanized, and it should give them a good amount of time to prepare. We'll wheel the line here around, and set up in this treeline. Not exactly ideal, but it can work."

"That's giving up almost twenty klicks of our territory to the enemy," a Vasioan officer said. He looked a little shaken, but had already fallen into the age-old military tradition of dehumanizing the opponent by simply calling them 'the enemy'. It was probably more necessary than usual in this war, considering who they were fighting.

"It's called trading space for time, son. They gain twenty klicks, we get the time we need to set up and defend this area." Kohler looked over the map again, and then stood up straight. "If there isn't anything else, move too it."

Most of the officers saluted and filed out, but a single lieutenant stayed. "Sir, it isn't exactly a tier-one alert, but here. We've been getting reports of Volunteer battalions forming all over the Alliance, both for and against the UMC. This is the best information we have on them."

Kohler took the map and saluted the man, before walking back to the central room of the Operations Center and began getting his command post in order.
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The Union War Council (consisting of the President, Minister of Military Affairs, Deputy Minister of Military ffairs, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Speaker of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the Speaker of the Representative Assembly) had been assembled on the command of its Chair, President Austin. The topic was the civil unrest of the Legantian, a vital interest for the nation.

"The Legantians should have foreseen this a long time ago. You can't force unity, especially when there is such rich tradition embedded in the related factions. It's common sense. But what, now we are to rush in and rescue them when their crack-pipe dream starts to crumble? No, I say we let them work for it. They will only learn if they suffer through it."

These were the last words spoken, and they were from Brie Smith, the Speaker of the Assembly. So far, similar sentiments had been shared throughout the Council, but the President had a weird feeling. He couldn't explain it, but he felt that the civil issues in Legantus could spread across Victorium if not contained, bringing about another Great War in the end. If Gilead could get ahead of this and see Legantus united, it could kill two birds with one stone, but that stone was heavy and the slingshot wasn't all that elastic.

President Austin rose from his seat, "We will take a 24 hour recess. I will get into contact with the Legantian Chairman and report back with a final decision. Meeting adjourned."
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Proventia, Aurelia, the Legantian Alliance Silvanus walked into his office, not even noticing the guards posted outside his door that had caused him such a headache the week before. The curtains that hung by the window - usually blue - were replaced by black ones at his own request, in memory and anticipation of all who would loose their lives in this conflict. No sooner than he sat down than a light began flashing on his phone. He pressed the button - he noticed it was for the private line he had set up with the Gileadian president - and answered.

"Good Morning, Mr. President. What is it?"

Linkthoven, Vasio, the Legantian Alliance Alexandre woke up to the smell of army coffee brewing over a wood stove. The cold air was filtering in through the room's broken window, a reminder of the previous day's fighting. He slipped out of his military-issue sleeping bag and walked out the door, ducking under a beam that had fallen down during the shelling of the town and moving into what had been a decent kitchen. David stood over a wood stove, tapping his foot impatiently as he stared at the pot.

In the distance, the trademark buzz of a AMG-41 filled the crisp February morning. The heavier patter of a DSHK joined in, followed by AAR-5s and AKMs as battle resumed on the outskirts of the town. The coffee, however, was finished, and David began pouring it into the offered mugs. Henri got his coffee poured into a stark white mug - another item salvaged from the ruins of this home - and returned to maintenance on his AMG. Isaac took his and downed it all in one gulp, a feat which Alexandre couldn't help but feel admiration for, given that it was Amy coffee. He took his and walked outside and took in the devastation that had been brought upon the small village.

A good number of houses, including the one that his crew - squad, now, as their platoon was without replacement vehicles for the time being - resided in. A small number of residents were combing the wreckage, searching for what he could only think - or hope - to be some important heirloom that had been buried in the shelling. A disheartening number of body bags lied by the side of the road, and far to many of them were filled with civilians who hadn't been able to leave before the UMC tube gunners had begun their devastating work. What artillery the 23rd Mechanized Regiment had had replied, but it was only a handful of AMOS units, and they were both outgunned and outranged. Now a few PzH 2000s and Bkan 1Cs had arrived at the line along with reinforcements, the enemy artillery had stopped firing as often, as they were now the ones outgunned and out-ranged.

That apparently didn't matter to them today, however, as the thunder of shells landing began sounding over the horizon around where the weapons fire was coming from. The first blasts were soon joined with rapid crashes of thunder coming from the opposite direction as the Alliance and Vasioan artillery responded in kind. Both of the sets of crashes were still far away, and Alexandre did his best to ignore them and just take in the crisp morning. The town, despite the battle, was still relatively quiet. This was mostly because of the mass exodus of the residents after it became obvious the war was real and it had arrived on their doorstep.

Alexandre suddenly noticed that it had gotten louder. The sound of ambient conversation he had long associated with a town or other area people frequented - conspicuously absent from the town for the last few days - had suddenly returned. He looked around and was surprised to notice a stream of people walking down the road towards the battle. They wore a motley mix of military surplus and hunting clothes, and were holding a similarly mismatched collection of arms, ranging from hunting rifles to old AAR-4 assault rifles. They filed past, laughing and smiling amongst themselves. Alexandre turned back and began walking back to the house, angry at himself for being happy, for a split second, that it wouldn't be more Alliance soldiers dying on the line.


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[OOC: Is this ok? Also, do you have a map of Legantus?]

Sitting in a meeting at the Palais de la Liberté, President Jean Auverre was currently trying to resolve the problem that was Legantus' civil war. He had gathered several of his advisors, including three military generals, and an advisor was sticking a map of Victorium to a whiteboard.

"This meeting has now started. Sit down, Raphael."

Now that the chatter had subsided, they could start seriously.

"I have become aware that there is a civil war going on in Legantus, between the pro-Alliance Vasio and Ullir, and the UMC, who oppose the alliance. I have called you here to help me agree on what to do."
"Has the Cour agreed to this?" a woman piped up, referring to the Cour du Peuple.
"Yes, of course. Any suggestions?"

There was an immediate clamour from the table, as several people tried to give their opinion at the same time.

"Do it!"
"What's the point?"
"Don't bother..."
"Shut up!" Jean cried. "One at a time, please. You first, then clockwise."
"Why bother? It's their problem," a man said.
"Do tell..."
"Look, it's their war, we don't have anything to do with it. Why should we intrude and lose men to them? And who would we even support?"
"Good, good..." Jean murmured, writing on the board. "Next?"
"There would be... certain benefits if we were to resolve the war, especially if we fought alongside the Alliance. I imagine that trade would be more beneficial if all of Legantus was together."
"Yes, yes..." Jean said.

Jean wasn't sure what to do. He was not a militarily-minded person, and he had no idea why he should invade the UMC, but not doing anything seemed lazy.

"It would be worse if we didn't..." a quiet man said near the back of the room.
"Did I tell you to speak?"
"Hear me out. See, if different parts of Legantus start fighting, who benefits from this?"
"Er..."
"Let's say... Izalith, for a start. They directly border Legantus, and would benefit greatly from their war. They could fund one side until the other side was almost defeated, then switch over, and repeat until Legantus was on its knees. Then you have anybody willing to send troops in exchange for money and supplies. It could escalate to epic proportions-"
"Stop! I've heard enough."

The burden of choice rested on Jean's shoulders now, but he was sure of his decision.

"I need someone to get the 1ère Légion Étrangère at the border by the end of this week. This meeting is now over," he concluded. With that, he strided out of the room with a grimace on his face.
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"Good Morning. I'm quite aware of the circumstances concerning the Alliance and the UMC. The Union has very high interests in Victorium and would like to see peace and stability in the region. Of course my first advice should be to seek diplomatic solutions *he laughs a little*, but I'm also quite aware of how ridiculous this would be.

Silvanus, what can I do for you without antagonizing the other world powers with my involvement?"

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13:27- Kaliningrad, Rusol

Ivan Romovo looked over the contract once more. "What do you think, Sergei?"

Sergei Lyashko, his business partner and arguably his only friend, chuckled a bit. "I think it's a lot of money."

Ivan shook his head. "I don't know about this. Caturix is out-manned and out-gunned."

"Not once we get involved," Sergei remarked, kicking his feet up onto the conference table. The room was empty, and he knew that Ivan didn't need to be impressed by his civility.

Ivan stood up. "It doesn't pay to die in a war. How would we even get there? It's not as though we can just stroll over to the border. Austiana might let us pass, but Decapitane? This seems like a fool's errand."

Sergei waved a hand in Ivan's direction. "Well, we can't go over land. We'll just have to fly in."

"Fly in?" Ivan asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah," Sergei responded. "On a plane. More, actually. Probably several, taking all our equipment into account. It's how most people get around these days."

"We would be shot down!" Ivan objected.

Sergei smiled wanly. "Not necessarily. As I recall, it is considered highly irregular to shoot down a plane containing humanitarian aid."

"Humanitarian aid?" Ivan stuttered. "Sergei, come on, how illegal is that? Pretending to be humanitarian aid."

"What a shock!" Sergei said animatedly, his arms extended and his voice deep with sarcasm. "Mercenaries do immoral things? The nerve! What is this world coming to?"

Ivan scowled. "Sergei, we're trying to run a business here-"

"Exactly!" Sergei retorted. "We're trying to run a business. Businesses need money. And it's not as though we don't already do immoral things. For Mary and child's sake, Ivan, we kill people for money! And we aren't even upfront about who is paying us!"

"But it's all been legal so far!" Ivan argued.

"Oh?" Sergei questioned him. "Would you call all of our actions in the Tataloona Border War strictly legal? Because, not to cite old cases, I remember when you-

"Shut up!" Ivan interrupted. "Fine! You want this job, I'll go along with you. I just have some serious reservations about this situation."

Sergei smiled widely and jumped to his feet. "That's great, Ivan! I'll talk with the captains, and we'll be off for the airport in a few days."

Ivan crossed his arms as he watched Sergei cross over to the door. "Which airport is that?"

"Preslav Air Base, Zaliviya!" Sergei called out as he shut the door.
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The President's Office, Castratene

"The Zaliviyans are going to intervene?" Guido asked sternly over the phone to Secretary Sigmar Gabriel, who was flying home from Zaliviya. Westerwelle sipped on his glass of ice tea, exhausted from a long day of meetings and phone calls.

"They've indicated that they'll support the UMC, but not publicly." Sigmar confirmed, his voice croaky over the President's phone, "They agree that a level of instability is required to give us leverage with the pipeline. A sort of prolonging of the conflict would be greatly beneficial to us."

"Good." Westerwelle barked, "I'll need to call the leadership later to confirm. I'll see you when you return."

Westerwelle abruptly hung up and left his residence for his meeting at Central Command.

Central Operations Command, Castratene

The large conference room, surrounded by LCDs, was silenced by the President's arrival as the room's 20 inhabitants stood up, following protocol.

"Sit down, sit down." Westerwelle urged, sitting down at the head of the long mahogany conference table.

"I'm sure you all know why you've been assembled here." Westerwelle snaps, cutting the pleasantries, "We need to address the Legantian crisis."

The President nodded to the Secretary of Defence, indicating for him to take over. SecDefence, Raymond Tusk, stood up.

"The Austianese Defence Force will be inserting a covert mercenary force, in cooperation with Former General Walter Brenevic and his National Independence Army, into the warzone in the UMC. The force will consist upwards of 6,000 specialised and volunteer soldiers, armed with Zaliviyan and Austianese weaponry. Their mission will be to cooperate with the UMC with regard to defensive measures, but will be under the direct command of General Brenevic." Tusk paused, sipped on his water, and continued. "Brenevic is aware of our support, and is cooperating on the basis of a large financial backing for his political movement, and the promise of winning a foreign war and gaining momentum for his domestic political agenda. When the existence of our battalion is discovered, we will lay the blame on Brenevic and his Independence Army."

Among the members of the Westerwelle Administation in the room, there were some hesitations.

"How do you propose the troop insertion will take place without arousing too much suspicion of our government's involvement?" CINC-SN asked.

"Good question Commander." President Westerwelle responded, standing, "We're looking at a number of options at this stage. Low-flying C-17 Globemasters, at least 15, will air-drop 1000 troops in the UMC. They'll fly North West out to sea, avoiding Decapitene and entering Legantian air space - with UMC support. We need to iron out the details and we also need to reach out to the UMC in greater detail, but I've been assured this is achievable. The remaining troops will be provided covertly on 'humanitarian' trucks, travelling through Decapitene and - with the support of the Navy, deploying troops on Legantus' north shore."

The President paused.

"Decapitene is neutral at this stage, but they pose a threat." Guido continued, "If we become hostile with them, a military confrontation with them will be damaging. We would expect Zaliviyan support under such circumstances, so dispatching Decapitene shouldn't be too much of a trouble. But if our plan succeeds, having Decap on our doorstep won't be a possibility."

"I request that we reach out to the UMC, and arrange meetings with Decapitene & Zaliviya." The Vice President asked, "If we want this pipeline built, and to improve our military foothold in the region, we need to act fast and act effectively."

The meeting abruptly ended. Austianese involvement was inevitable. The only question was when.
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General Meleagros frowned as he looked out the starboard-side window of the transport plane currently flying southeastward over the North Sea. It had taken hours in the air to get this far: The plane’s route had passed over the neck of Suran south of Izalith to reach the open ocean, then had turned northward over international waters until it had bypassed Victorium completely. Only then had it turned eastward and southward again, to fly over the territorial waters of the Unified Monarchy of Caturix for the first time. Meleagros was less worried about the time this took than he was about the nations in close proximity to the flight path, especially at its completion, when the already-tense nations of Victorium could look up and see his plane flying in view of their airspace—not within it, certainly, but skating a very narrow path in the gaps between in some cases. His pilots had strict orders to avoid international incidents, but just because the Megaron was interested in keeping business going didn’t mean that other nations were just as eager. Many of them had yet to declare for any side in this conflict, but it was still very unclear if they were really neutral or if they were simply hiding their true feelings. It would not be difficult, Meleagros knew, for the air forces of Venucci, Decapitane, Itius, or even Izalith for some portions of the flight, to intercept his plane en route. For his own sake, the general was happy to see the coast of Victorium fast approaching: Even if it meant that the aircraft was that much closer to some of the aforementioned undeclared nations, it also meant that the flight was almost complete, at long last.

An hour later, the general, accompanied by a presvyteros of the Cult of Makaria, stepped onto the tarmac of Kaisergrad International Airport. It was a sadly unimpressive sight. Certainly, the building was as elegant and imposing as the general had come to expect out of a modern airport, especially a Victoriumite airport, and there was nothing lacking in the care that had been given to the grounds and facilities that Meleagros could see. But it was clear that the airport had been built for an audience that was no longer present to enjoy it. The commuter terminals were empty, as were the runways, and the staff that scurried about to service the Achaian plane—and three of its counterparts, which had preceded the general into the UMC and were being prepared to return to Kerkyra for yet another load of men—was quite obviously skeletal. That wasn’t to say that there were no other aircraft around, but they were clearly military in nature, and in worryingly few numbers: fighters for the most part, a few flight-ready newer models mixed in with older planes that to Meleagros’s eye appeared quite unready for a fight anytime soon.

General Meleagros gave the fighter craft a long look before turning back to his own business. Already the transport that had brought him to Caturix had disgorged its complement of men, and its hold was being opened to retrieve the couple pieces of armor that the Office of Military Affairs had been willing to write off (the office having decided long ago to consider all Expeditionary Force ‘loans’ as irretrievably lost until proven otherwise, with the result that its materiel concessions to the MEF were almost always inconsequential compared to its own equipment). There were at present two thousand men lined up nearby, having arrived with with the planes on the runway or those already returning to the Peloponnese, with ten APCs, eight IFVs, and three transport helicopters that could double, in a pinch, as attack craft. The general was not entirely pleased with having to make do with a transport-heavy force (for a given value of ‘heavy’), given that he expected to encounter more serious armor being wielded by his opponents, but he also knew that his employers in the UMC had been asked to provide some equipment for the Achaians’ use in addition to that which they had brought themselves. Unless the Kaiser wanted to waste his nation’s money by wasting his bought-and-paid-for manpower, he would simply have to pitch in. The general could only hope that the UMC’s armor was more impressive than its air power appeared at first glance.

Having satisfied himself that things could not be moving smoother under the circumstances, Meleagros began his trek toward the airport building, with the presvyteros following closely behind. It was time to find someone who could direct him and his men to the battlefield, or barring that, to a suitable barracks.
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