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Federalization; The End of the Alliance
Topic Started: Feb 2 2015, 04:18 PM (1,554 Views)
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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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Palais de la Liberté, Colombis, Decapitane

A copy of the Zaliviyan letter had been sent to Decapitane, where President Jean Auverre was reclining at his desk, reading through it with a man sitting opposite his desk; this was the man from Foreign Relations who had delivered the letter.

"Humanitarian aid... both combatants... good," the president declared.
"Why, sir?" the man ventured.
"I know what you're thinking. I think you're thinking that Zaliviya will deliver goods to the UMC. However, it specifically states here that Zaliviya will be delivering aid to both sides of this war, therefore, we shall benefit too."
"And if they don't?"
"I have prepared for that scenario. Meanwhile, I want border security increased on both sides of Decapitane, especially where we border the UMC. I also need a few ships in the North Sea, but apart from that, do what you want."

His front pocket vibrated, and he pulled out his phone.
"Very well," he stated with an air of finality. "Operation Unité has begun."

Migalon, Jublier County, Decapitane

In a small town on the very west of Decapitane, southeast of Daue, the 1ère Légion Étrangère had set up camp. It had only taken 10 days to get the legion to get to here, owing mostly to Decapitane's efficient motorway system. Unfortunately, it was raining.

A group of 6 men were gathered in a clearing within sight of the border.
"God, it's cold," the first man said.
There wasn't really any way to reply to this.
"When do you think they'll give us the go ahead?" he continued.
Another soldier replied, "Oh, sure. Soon."
Their commander came hurrying out of a building nearby, waving a phone around.
"See? I told you so."
The commander arrived and panted, "Operation Unité is go, guys, Operation Unité is go."

20 minutes later, after a brief period of soldiers getting ready, they were all in position in a sparse forest that made up the general area. 8,000 men lay waiting in the bushes for a signal to advance. The commander whistled a high note imitating one of the local birds, a call that was passed in either direction of the commander. Then, as one, the men advanced through the undergrowth.
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The Emperor along with the Crown Prince, Minister of the Exterior and the Imperial Marshal of Valkany sat around the table of the Council Room of the Palace. Elegantly decorated like the rest of the marble made building it had large Corinthian columns and rich architectural decorations. On the sides of the room were paintings with important scenes from Valkanid history while at the ceilling was an elegant fresco of ancient Valkanid Emperor Anaxander I defeating the Paphlagonio-Phrygians while outnumbered in the Battle of Nicobabrecydia during their revolt in 296 BC. At the centre of the ceilling was a large dome that allowed plentiful light to enter the room and shine off the white marble.

Emperor Demetrius sat at the head of the table. "Gentlemen, you know why I have asked for your presence here. Legantus is tearing itself apart. I, just like you, have little sympathy for those insabordinate barbarians... but if they fall apart due to a prolonged conflict, or worse the Kaiser's faction wins, Izalith will be free to roam on Victorium. We have to end this quickly and decisively." said the Emperor; "That is indeed true Your Majesty," said the Minister of the Exterior; "but getting directly involved might blow the conflict out of proportion and send valuable troops and assets abroad in a possibly prolonged war.". "I agree." said the Marshal; "We need to intervene. But in a more subtle way.". Demetrius nodded in agreement. He stood up and walked a couple of steps back and forth, thinking. Moving around helped him think more clearly. "How about sending 'volunteers'?" Demetrius proposed with the tone of his voice when speaking the word 'volunteers' clearly showing he didn't want to rely on the spontaneous reaction of Valkanids willing to fight for the Alliance.

Hafenstadt, United States of Ullir, Southern Legantus, Alliance territory
The Valkanid Crown Government created a force called the Valkanid Volunteer Forces. It numbered 4500, organized in 4 Legions of 1125 Legionnaires each. These were the Legion I "Demetriopolica", Legion II "Tergestica", Legion III "Anaxandrica", Legion IV "Algolica". Each legion was made up of 900 volunteers and 225 professional Valkanid soldiers and crown employed mercenaries who posed as volunteers. Well trained and equipped added to having served their military service like all Valkanids and under the leadership of professionals the Legions started to sail for Hafenstadt, in the United States of Ullir. The Valkanid Crown had secretely notified the Alliance leadership of its support through its ambassador. The troops arrived at the city's port to become part of the International Volunteer Brigades of the Alliance. They were headed by Euthydemus Strategopoulos of the Klimenidae, a Brigadier of the Valkanid Army. In the city the troops boarded a train and loaded their equipment and their vehicles on to special train wagons. They were transfered to the Uliur front, where they set up camp and prepared to enter battle within the next few days, as the men were eager to fight.

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Proventia, Aurelia, The Legantian Alliance
"I thank you for your offer, Mr. President. At the moment, however, I can only ask that you provide us with monetary aid, if you truly wish to assist our cause." Silvanus paused for a moment, and then continued, "As well as that, I would greatly appreciate humanitarian aid. A great number of people have already been displaced by this conflict, and I do not doubt that even more will as this conflict drags on."

Kaisergrad, The UMC
"People of Caturix, I come before you today to tell you of our glorious victories in the War against the aggression of the Alliance! Since our forces defeated the unprovoked incursion of Alliance Special Forces into our land, our valorous armies have marched valiantly into battle against these treacherous enemies. They have won honor for themselves, and for our nation, and in doing so have brought legions from beyond our borders to our cause. These allies will secure our victory against..."

Urban turned off the television. It was the same drivel that the Kaiser had been giving out since the conflict began. To be fair, he should be happy about it, given that it was due to his influence the Kaiser was on this course. When the Alliance soldier was killed, he had worked quickly with some friends in the Royal Special Operatives to replace the insignia. The war would have happened anyways - the Alliance wouldn't have liked the killing of one of their soldiers - but his action ensured that the UMC was on the best foot when it started. The conflict would continue, as the Kaiser passed grandiose and utterly ineffective measures aimed at dividing the land he anticipated receiving by the end of the war, damming himself as he did so.

The Game went on.

Airspace over Linkthoven, Vasio, The Legantian Alliance
0850 Hours, Febuary 27th

Hanke "Blitz" Gwerder kept his hand steady on the stick, keeping his Trugbild-2000 floating over the trees as fast as he dared. The rest of his flight was strung out around him, also flying barely over the treetops. The Alliance had - for the moment - air supremacy over the battlespace. However, unlike in previous wars, this supremacy wasn't amounting to much. The UMC had placed an absurd number of anti-aircraft batteries - both SAMs and Triple-A - behind their lines. Alliance aircraft on combat missions had to skim the trees and hit the burner if they hoped to get within twenty kilometers of the combat zone.

Blitz took a moment to check his instruments, trying to get his bearings. The radar warning system wasn't going off, so that was a good sign. Usually this far in the UMC targeting radar started painting the aircraft. His instruments showed that the flight would pass over the conflict zone in another two minute or so. He gripped the stick a little tighter. Apparently, what Air Force the UMC possessed was still grounded (And out of date, barring any trade the Alliance didn't know about) so all the strike had to worry about was AA. This low in, radar-less gun emplacements would still be useful, and hard to avoid. They would have to keep an eye out for tracers.

After about another minute of flight at full thrust, the strike crossed into UMC territory - enemy territory. Blitz was more than jittery. Usually, by this point, at least someone had taken a few potshots at them.

A few seconds later, there was the familiar lurch as the fighter's payload fell away. He began a slow turn to take him back to Alliance airspace, staying at tree level as the rest of his strike copied his maneuver.

Then the radar warning began screaming, and Blitz realized why there was no AA going off.


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9:25 Hours


Ivan Romovo stepped off of the Zaliviyan Il-76, the Tsar's aircraft of choice for delivering "humanitarian" aid to the UMC. He took a sharp breath in through his nose before looking over the terrain before him.

So, this is Caturix? Ivan thought to himself. For the kingdom which had thrown Victorium into conflict, Caturix looked peaceful enough at the moment. Granted, the airport was buzzing with soldiers, uniformed and otherwise, directing cargo. In the absence of civilian flights into the UMC, the airports which had survived Alliance attacks had been turned into de facto military installations. Ivan guessed this one was still standing because of the recent influx of Zaliviyan planes. But still, despite all the hubbub and hurry, there was a certain crisp calm to the late winter air.

Ivan's contemplation was broken by a familiar voice. "Ivan! Good of your big, dumb ass to join us."

Ivan turned to look at Sergei Lyashko, wearing a dumb smile and flanked by a UMC Army Officer. Sergei had arrived two days earlier, with the first few flights of mercenaries. Ivan was travelling with the last batch of troops to arrive in the UMC.

"Good to see you too, Sergei" Ivan said, taking his rucksack off of his shoulder. "So, are you going to show me where I can put my stuff and, God willing, get some food and some sleep?"

Sergei held up two wiry arms, keeping his palms flat and out toward Ivan. "All in good time. First things first though. Have you got any humanitarian aid for our friends here?"

Ivan rolled his eyes before bending down to dig through his rucksack. At last he produced a single can of borscht. Ivan tossed it to the unwitting UMC officer, who barely caught it. "See to it that goes to a needy family. We wouldn't want to make a liar of the Tsar."

Sergei chuckled and placed a hand on Ivan's broad back, leading him away, toward the bivouac site. Behind them, the officer tossed the borscht off to a hapless private, and instructed him to take Ivan's rucksack.

"It is good to be back in the saddle, isn't it Ivan?" Sergei remarked as they walked along. "Why, spring will be here soon. Thank Jesus, we'll at least have a warm war!"

"So what's the plan?" Ivan prodded. "What's our first mission?"

"Mission?" Sergei asked? "We just got here! Our first mission is accountability, then weapons draw. Then when we're done with that, we'll get something. For now, we just relax, get an MRE or two in us, and wait around. Restlessness doesn't suit you, Ivan. You know damned well that war is long stretches of boredom punctuated by moments of pure adrenaline."
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The President was surprised that his counterpart had refrained from requesting direct military support, but he wasn't one to complain when the chips fell in his favor. Nevertheless, he wondered if Silvanus might be too confident in his ability to stand against the UMC; underestimating the underdog is what gave the Gileadan states victory in their revolutionary war.

Even though he was still thinking about the matter, he began to respond, "The Izalithians are handling more and more of the aid given to developing Suranan nations, so I should have some leftover funds from that. In addition, I am currently finalizing a budget plan for the year and I have a lot of room left from dismantling the Ministry of Religion. Honestly, I'm not sure why taxpayers money ever went to...I'm on a tangent. As far as humanitarian aid, food can surely be supplied and I can send volunteers if necessary post-conflict to assist in reconstruction."

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Proventia, Aurelia, the Legantian Alliance
February 26th


"That should be good. Thank you for your help, my friend." Silvanus sounded interested, but since the President promised aid he had essentially zoned out and had begun reading reports on alliance mobilization. Military war stores were being opened, but would it be enough...

Airspace over Combat Zone, UMC
0905, February 27th


"Shit! This is Blitz, I'm spiked! Releasing flares, going evasive!" Blitz yanked back on the stick and cursed the fact that he was driving a '2000 rather than a Gripen or some other fighter as flares and chaff flew from the pods that had been added almost as an afterthought to the fighter-bomber's loadout. The warning continued for another five seconds as he began flying a series of turns that pushed the airframe to the edge of its operational capacity. As it abruptly stopped he saw an explosion in the cloud of metallic strips and flares he had dropped behind him, and beyond that...

"Blitz to flight, Angels coming in from the direction of Kaisergrad. Get ready to cut and run, they look like full-fledged interceptors."

To his admittedly less-than-experienced eyes, it appeared the three fighters that had suddenly showed up looked like ZSK Type 29s, which should have been impossible. Of course it wasn't, as he could see it clearly as it blew past him and began a turn to bring it back onto his path of flight. He initiated a hard three-G turn into and below the '29's, hoping it would loose him.

"Blitz to Control, I've got hostile fighters up here!"

"This is control. Confirm Angels."

"Oh for... I've got three '29s playing tag with me up here! Get me some help or we're gone!"

The buzz returned, and he pushed the fighter in another turn hard right. The '29 was far better than his fighter in pretty much every respect, save for its control systems. His only real hope of even surviving was the enemy fighter pilot making a mistake. The rest of his fight were calling out what they were doing at the same time, and he suddenly found he was almost half-tuning them out until one of his fellow flight members called out a '29 crossing his twelve. It was about half a second after he instinctually flicked on seeking and targeting systems on an ITF-2010 and called out "Fox Two!" that he realized that he had fired a missile. He didn't - couldn't - continue watching to see if it impacted, and kept desperately maneuvering, blowing chaff and flares out whenever the warning tone began the trill that indicated the enemy had launched a missile.

He was sure he was going to run out of countermeasures when his wingman called out "Angels breaking off! They're heading for home!"

He looked out his window and saw that the enemy fighters were, indeed, burning back for their home base. A second later, a call came over the radio system, revealing the cause of their flight.

"This is Fourship Reich. Delta flight, you're clear back to base, we'll cover you." Four Gripens flashed overhead, breaking off into pairs and starting a combat patrol of the area.

"Roger, Reich. Delta Flight turning for home." He brought his fighter around and returned to the lazy maneuver he had started barely six minutes before, and wondered where those fighters had come from.
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"Yes, well," he too was going over reports, but they focused on the millions of Melzaeans effected by the Peloponnese's invasion, "just know that in the event that the scoundrels current scrapping at your doorstep ever become more than simply irritating..."

His pause was to allow Silvanus to finish the thought, but he was also taken aback by new intel coming in concerning oil from the Middle East.

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General Meleagros strode through Cainisaben, taking in the town yet again as he made his way toward the town hall. He had been here for a few days already, getting used to the atmosphere as his men scouted out the territory and introduced themselves to the locals. Said locals, he had to admit, didn’t seem exactly pleased to see foreigners at their doors, especially armed ones, and most especially foreigners accompanied by a priest for a foreign god; the poor presvyteros had almost been banned from the local bar when he’d offered to recite the scriptures, and had only been allowed admittance when he’d promised not to offer again. Given that this was far from the first time that a presvyteros attached to the MEF had been given a poor reception, it wasn’t necessarily a surprise, but it was a disappointment. This was, after all, the reason that the presvyteroi so assigned always offered to speak before they actually did.

Coming up on the town hall again, the general smiled as he looked at the neatly-regimented tents that had been set up in the large field lying before it. Most of these were also loaned from UMC stores; though the Achaians had packed their own temporary shelters, Meleagros had much preferred to use those bearing UMC insignia rather than Makarian, given the fact that eventually the Achaians would have to fly out of the territory (win or lose), and they would at least prefer to keep a low profile until they were safely away from any possible enemies the UMC might have picked up during this time. It was not absolutely necessary to keep their presence a secret, and the general doubted that he would actually succeed, but for as long as they were able to hide themselves under the guise of UMC soldiers, the happier Meleagros would be.

Granted, anyone displeased about the presvyteros might well have alerted the rest of the world to their presence already…

Meleagros walked among the lines of tents in order to reach the entrance to the town hall, which he had set up as his headquarters while he was stationed in this place, and walked through the door. Inside he found several aides, including the presvyteros himself, looking over maps and lists of supplies, while the radio operator sat at a distance with a scanner—you never knew when your opponent might slip up and say something on an open channel, or be spotted by someone who would innocently try to warn friends farther ahead. Taking note of the radio operator’s bored expression, the general cleared his throat; the man immediately leapt to his feet and saluted, and Meleagros nodded back as he made his way to the other men. “Where do we stand?”

“As well as we can expect, sir,” one of the other officers responded, straightening and giving a quick salute; the general waived it off. Turning back to the map, the man began pointing out positions as he said, “We have teams scouting on foot and horseback around Cainisaben at the moment, and lookouts posted in the bell tower, but we don’t anticipate any trouble from the ground. Air strikes are a possibility, of course, but we trust the UMC’s batteries closer to Kaisergrad to take out any serious threat along those lines before we are affected by them. Unless we’re attacked by heavy armor, we should be able to withstand anything short of a massed assault here.”

“So we’re safe enough, for the moment,” summarized Meleagros. “How are our supplies?”

“Deliveries from Kaisergrad are not precisely guaranteed,” the officer replied, “but so far there have been no problems. We are stocking up what local goods are available in case there is any such trouble. There are no problems on that score.”

“Speaking of the locals…” The general turned to one of the other officers. “What is the progress of our drilling at the moment?”

“As well as can be expected, sir. As long as the locals are directly commanded by Caturixian superiors, they are willing to take orders. We either defer to UMC officers on the range, or else relay our instructions through them, depending on the situation.”

The general sighed, but he wasn’t surprised, especially after the presvyteros’s reception in this little town. “What is their progress?”

The other officer shrugged. “It’s only been a week, sir,” he said. “It’s impossible to say at this point. They’re fresh conscripts, after all; they learn the basics as well as anyone, but we have no idea how much more we can drill into them before the going gets rough. As it stands, I’m no more nor less optimistic now than I was when we arrived.”

Meleagros nodded. “That’s its own good news,” he said. “Unless anything drastic happens in the interim, then, just keep up the good work for now.”

“Yes, sir.”
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0915 Hours
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72 Miles from Decapitan Border


"Hunter actual," Ivan broadcast over the radio, in a voice close to a whisper. "Are your men set up?"

After a few seconds, Ivan's own radio crackled to life. "Jesus, Ivan. Just call me Sergei."

Ivan rolled his eyes. "Fine, Sergei. Are your sniper teams in place?"

"Just about," Sergei responded after another brief pause. "We've got one team just getting into place now on the opposite mountainside, but the other two are in place. I would say we have full visibility of this valley here. Are you guys all set?"

"Mortar teams are standing by for orders, already trained on the center of the draw you fellows are sitting around," Ivan responded promptly. "The Quick Reaction Force is ready to move if you guys get caught in any trouble."

"As long as you're on the QRF, I feel safe," Sergei jabbed. "Alright, well in that case, I am requesting radio silence for the next ten hours. Wish us luck."

"Roger. Happy hunting you crazy bastards. Out," Ivan broadcast finally.



0245 Hours
Southern UMC
20 Miles from Ullir Border


"... but I really just don't understand what gets into her sometimes," Chenko explained to his spotter, Igor, in hushed whispers as the night dragged on.

"I understand you man," Igor commiserated. "Women."

"You two buffoons know better than to talk in the field," came a voice from behind them.

Igor and Chenko both whipped their heads to the rear, startled by the noise. However, they were relieved to see it was only Boris and Tiny Timov behind them.

"What are you two doing here?" Chenko asked. "Your shift doesn't start for another 15 minutes."

Boris wore a big, stupid grin on his face. Nobody would ever accuse Boris of being a clever man, but it was known throughout the company that he was an idiot savant with a Mosin-Nagant. "Timov and me are here to relieve you."

"We figured you guys could use fifteen more minutes sleep tonight," Timov, Boris's spotter, explained. Essentially, Timov was Boris's keeper. The little man always led the big ox Boris around.

"Ok," Igor responded. "What's the catch?"

Timov smirked a tad. "Well," he answered slyly. "Maybe next time we're back in Kaisergrad, if you guys were to get Boris and me a round of drinks, or a pack of cigs?"

Chenko shrugged agreeably. "I don't see why not," he responded. "We'll head on back to the mortar patrol base. You gents know where the other sniper teams are?"

"Yep," Timov agreed, pointing. "There on that hillside, and over there by the rock face."

"Alright," Igor said, picking up his spotting scope and PP-2000. "See you gents in the morning then. May your night be uneventful."

Igor and Chenko walked off, back into the darkness toward their patrol base. Boris and Timov were left in the darkness, on a cliffside overlooking the valley below, one valley of many in the Legantian mountains.
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Eastern UMC, 71 miles from Decapitan border

Of course, they had got into UMC territory easily. They hadn't been expecting much resistance, and they seemed to be lucky. They hadn't received any large scale offensive yet. It had been almost impossible to keep their location secret, however, and they had been seen at the first settlement they came across. 8000 men marching through Legantus will do that.

Charles' feet were hurting. They had woken early, and had been marching for over 2 hours now in a bid to make swift progress. Charles wasn't exactly the Legion's finest specimen, either. His equipment was also weighing him down and he was having trouble keeping up.

"Franc?"
"Yes?"
"When do you think we'll rest?"
"Oh, not for another couple of hours or so. Say, I don't like the look of this."

They had approached a large, imposing valley with hills on either side. It would take roughly 10 more miles to walk round. The patrol stopped, and Charles' face almost hit the back of another soldier. His radio crackled, then the voice of his commanding Marshall came through.

"Right, men, we've stopped for a while, we'll start again when me and the lieutenants have had a talk."

They settled and waited for about 3 minutes. Then, the Marshall spoke again.

"We've decided that there may be an ambush here. Weapons out, and I want radio silence. I'm sending some scouts. Condition Amber."

At this, 10 men at the front departed. They did a round trip, then came back. The column of men started again. Charles knew that they were totally exposed to whatever might be hiding at the top, in the hills. He looked up and found that they were right in the middle of the valley.

At the front, the Marshall was observing the surrounding hills through his rifle scope, travelling in a small PG [Jeep]. There was a bulky radio transmitter taking up the back storage, and a small antenna was coming out of the back. As long as they stayed near it, they could transmit messages back to their temporary base 50 miles away. He settled on one part of a large hill. There, was the unmistakable sight of the sun, glinting off polished steel.

"Shit."
"What?"
"It's an ambush! Condition Red! We need our snipers, now! Where the hell are they?"

These snipers, currently scattered among the men, aimed their weapons at the tops of the valley. The ambushers were more visible now.

"Air support. I need it. Bombers. Let's wipe the bastards off the earth."
"Yes sir."

The Marshal performed some mental maths. 5 Tornado GR4s, travelling at about 1000 mph, from 80 miles away... The man next to him confirmed his answer, saying, "They'll be here in about 8 minutes. Apparently the planes are still in the hangar."

At that moment, the first shots rang out.

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Sergei peered through his spotting scope to see where the shots had landed. Overall, he was proud. Two had been perfect hits, smashing through the rucksacks of two Decapitan NCOs carrying the ASIP radios for their squads. The radios had both been completely destroyed. One man had his back turned, and the heavy .50 caliber round had pierced through his chest. The third shot had gone a bit wild, grazing the neck of a platoon RTO and opening his jugular artery. A failed shot, but not a total waste.

"Great shot," Sergei said over his own ASIP, patting his sniper on the back. "Two radios and two soldiers down, but it looks like they've already made a call about us anyway. Oh well. Take a few more shots. Get their counter-snipers if you can, and free drinks to the man that kills the Company Commander!"

Sergei changed his frequency to Ivan's own. "Ivan, contact has been made, over."

After a second, and through a cacophony of gunshots, Ivan's voice crackled back. "Took long enough. Is everyone alright?"

A counter-sniper's bullet whizzed through the camouflage bandanna covered head of Sergei's sniper. "Fuck!" Sergei muttered under his breath as he scrambled to get behind a tree.

"What was that?"

"My sniper was just hit," Sergei informed him. "It's a larger element than we had expected. A company combat team, reinforced, from the look of things. Maybe more. We could use some indirect about now."

"You've got it," Ivan responded. After a second or two more, he came back on line. "Mortars free. Splash out."

"Much thanks, bratishka," Sergei responded. "And while we're at it, let's call in some UMC close air support."

"Alright," Ivan responded. "I'll patch your request through now. Out."

As Ivan placed his radio on the UMC Hallfrager Airbase frequency, Sergei's resorted to static. However, the silence was soon filled by the familiar whistles of incoming mortar fire. Sergei's head could practically follow the sound of the whistles all the way to the bottom of the valley, where the rounds made impact. Three balls of flame opened up in the draw below him.

"Splash," Sergei said giddily to himself. Predicting the confusion that would ensue for the Decapitan's below, Sergei used the opportunity to retrieve the heavy sniper rifle of his fallen employee and bring it back to the safety of his tree. His snipers continued to squeeze off rounds.


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Rumors abound that freighters bound from Imperial provinces to land held by the UMC have been smuggling in supplies and arms hidden amongst their original cargo.

Several images surfaced of the supplies onto the net but soon became increasingly hard to find or seemed photo shopped.
No media outlets have yet to pick up the story proper because there isn't enough to go on.

The Empire of Izalith does not currently have a public stance on the conflict between the UMC and Legantus.
The fact that the Empire of Izalith has a scathing relationship with all the states of Legantus and the UMC has led many analysts to believe these rumors to be false.

Port Orion Pax, western Imperial Izalith
The captain of the Angelica's Spirit frowned as he stood in his cabin, being lectured by a man he figured 20 years younger than him.
An Imperial officer wearing the brown and yellow lieutenant uniform usually worn by lieutenant's outside of combat zones and roles was writing on an official piece of documentation.

When he finished he slid his pen back in his chest pocket and held the paper out toward the captain of the vessel, who upon reading it let out a sigh of relief.

The lieutenant spoke "While I should be fining you for slowing up our addition to the Angelica's Spirit's cargo I instead played it down and got you off the hook. Now you do me a favor and get this cargo, all of it, to where it needs to go."

The captain chewed on his pipe out of habit as he queried "Why are we helping those who are going to hiss, blame and shit their pants like children if they win anyway? They don't respect us, fuck the lot of them."

The lieutenant smiled as he put his copy of the report in his briefcase and opened the door to the cabin.
"The UMC is the underdog, the Emperor would have sent something more substantial if he wanted the UMC to definitely win... I have a feeling we want the conflict to go for longer. Or maybe it's just pity. Either way, we've been ordered to aid these complaining Victorum types and that's what we're going to do, until we're ordered otherwise."

With that the lieutenant left and the captain got back to sitting in his favorite chair.
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The Valkanid Volunteer Forces received orders to finally engage in combat. Up until now they had settled down, familiarized themselves with the locals, the terrain and the weather as well as they could. They had trained and gotten hold of more vehicles and equipment, adding to their already deadly arsenal, kindly provided for by both Valkanid Imperial Intelligence Service funds and local help. Euthydemus Strategopoulos of the Klimenidae, the commander of the forces met with the commanders of the indivudal Legions in his tent.

"Gentlemen," he said; "we have been directed by our Legantian friends to begin an attack on the UMC on the Iliur-UMC border. I have devised a battle plan. Legions I and III will attack here, on west flank and the front while II will cover the rest of the front. As the UMC is focusing most of its troops on the defensive line to the west and front the IV will attack from the eats and pin them, closing several units in isolated pockets and neutralizing them. Artillery will provide support and the 'armour' we have will allow us fast mechanized movement. I have asked the Legantians for air support during the fighting. They will also give us recon, which will be suplemented by Valkanid satellites of the IIS. Any questions?"

"What kind of forces are we expecting to meet?" asked the commander of the II Legion; "My forces will be fighting in the centre of our formation after all.". "Indeed. From what I've heard we will be fighting standard UMC conscripts and regulars, nothing special. So you don't need to worry much. Our veterans can handle it. As for numbers we're at about the same strength."

The VVF started moving toward the border in mechanized convoys, or "mechanized phalanxes" as the Ambracian Valkanids called them. As planned the force split in three, with the largest chunk going west and two equal, smaller ones to the centre and hidden in the east. Before an attack begun heavy artillery strikes from Howitzer, Missile Artillery and Mortars, both stationary and mechanized artillery, started hammering the lines of the UMC in west and centre while the hammer was lighter on purpose in the east, to give the impression it was miscalculated shots and there would be no attack from the east. Legantian aircraft made a few passes for recon and bombing raids with normal and incidary bombs, while a second wave of artillery fired incidiary rounds. Then the VVF ground forces started a large scale advance on the west and centre, engaging the UMC's forces. Since the majority of the unexpected VVF attack was in the west, the UMC focused its troops there. With the UMC caught up in bloody firefights that took lives on both sides the IV Legion attacked from the east, outflanking the UMC's troops and breaking through their defensive line, penetrating deep before it encountered organized resistance. With the shock having split and disoriented UMC troops the other three Legions moved forward, while a new wave of shelling now on all sides, preceded the advance. Stanned the UMC was forced to flee two to three dozen kilometers to a new defenisve line, while the VVF forces loyal to the Alliance now held the area near the border and foritifed along a river, awaiting further orders or combat. The battle had lasted two full days and nights and took the lives of 68 Valkanids, 79 UMC troops and wounded more than 250 troops on both sides.

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Valkanid Volunteer Forces Legionnaires from the IV Legion, entrenched in the newly captured ground.

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With the mortar shell, came utter chaos. It went off right in the middle of a bunch of men - although everyone had spread out by now - killing 9 of them. The valley floor was strewn with the bodies of the dead.

"Condition Black! I need you to retreat, now!" the Marshall shouted. Then, he saw a flaming lump of orange, and dived out of the PG as it exploded two seconds later. There went all communication to their base. He didn't need to give the retreat order. Everyone was already trying to get out of range of the mortars, not to mention the sniper's constant barrage.

One and a half minutes later, the Marshall had somehow found his way out of the valley, as had the rest of the men. It had been a good thing they couldn't get all 8000 soldiers in the valley at once. Already he estimated the deaths of 200, maybe more.

"3... 2... 1..."

He heard it. There, in the distance, was the sound of several plane engines.

"Thank God."

He saw them now, coming in at about 100 mph to get better accuracy. There were 5 of them, and they soared over his head loudly. Then, they unleashed their total payload of 25 Paveway IVs upon the ambushers, and he saw them soar downwards, knowing they would hit their target.
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March 10, 2015


"Fourship Gabriel, Vector 2-3-0 and weapons free. Strike Package Zulu, Vector 2-2-1 and standby for tasking."

"Copy that, Hallfranger Control. Fourship Gabriel coming around to 2-3-0."

The '29s drifted slightly north as the Phantoms of Zulu did the same to the south. The various pilots armed their aircraft's weapons, ranging from the R-77s and R-73s of Gabriel to the Hydras and UGBs of Zulu. At this point, Zulu partially switched control over to the ground team - a mercenary company from Zaliviya, or at least that was what Zulu's pilots had been told. Gabriel, however, activated their target radar and began trying to spike targets for their '77s.

Ullir Front, About halfway along the UMC-Ullir border
March 19th, 2015


The night was cold, usual for a March night in Legantus but unusual for the unseasonably warm weather that had rolled into the Six States. Cold mud covered the ground, and the soldiers on both sides cursed the weather and whatever God they prayed too. Those behind the lines alternatively thanked their luck or were too injured to know where they were. Behind the UMC lines, the food was better and the housing was more weather-resistant than their counterparts, as a significant portion of the UMC's military was made up of Volunteers or National guard soldiers unused to the rigors of war, but still well versed in their various civilian occupations. Several men wearing store-bought hunting camo crowded over an expertly made fire pit, cooking various foods and arguing over the correct way to do it. A few kilometers south, the roar of the cannons and the chattering of automatic rifle fire began. Those in the camp ignored it. The fighting popped up and re-started at random intervals, and those near the front had learned to tune it out and go about their days. The fighting never lasted for more than fifteen minutes after sundown, anyways.

This time, however, it didn't. Suddenly the sounds of battle intensified and began crawling towards the camp. The wine of fighters - a flight of '2000s on their last combat sortie passed right overhead, followed by Gripens - joined the distinctive buzz of Alliance MGs and the roar of tank engines, now finally audible over the sounds of fire.

Several soldiers grabbed their weapons and headed towards the sound of the guns, but the remainder stayed behind. After some argument, one of the soldiers around the fire broke off and collected the rifles around the camp and threw them into a pile. It wasn't long before Leopard tanks and IFV-45s began rolling through the town, followed by a trickle of troops on foot. Soon a small group of Alliance soldiers had joined the militia, and life at the camp returned to normal.
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