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Continuation War: Ceroulian Front
Topic Started: Oct 5 2015, 06:00 PM (181 Views)
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Rove, Vettarian Federation;
0500 Hours - 10 June, 2015


As Finance Minister Alfonso Cambra entered the State Bureau, the main Federation government building, he saw Defence Minister Ludvicio Candreva, Security Minister Victor Di Ravellio and Foreign Minister Count Giovanni del Costa. Cambra approached them silently, but Candreva noticed him.

"Cambra is not very sneaky these days, " Candreva joked, Count Giovanni quickly laughed while Cambra grinned. The trio had been close friends since they had been in the same Regiment during the 80s through the 90s. Cambra had been a company commander, Del Costa had been the Colonel, and Candreva had been a hard hitting Lieutenant Colonel. Cambra, nearly tearing from laughter, slapped Candreva.

"Bastard!" chuckled Candreva and the three roared with laughter once more. Duce Cornellio Candreva, the brother of Ludvicio and the Leader of the Federation, appeared on the balcony and took a short puff of a cigarette. As he watched his brother and his two friends enter the building, his thoughts were saddened by the sight. He was going to bring gloom and destruction into everyones' life. Cornellio went back into the Committee's Chambers, smoking the last of his cigarette. As the door opened, Cornellio saw his Helvanic allies led by a Colonel of the Federal Guard, Ostrian Foreign Minister Erich Gebhardt and his Helvanic counterpart Ulrich Erikssen.

Candreva and the defence committee stood, but Erikssen motioned to that they be seated. The two representatives from the other Axis Power's of Valoria sat. Erikssen began by stating, "Comrades, as the East has turned into turmoil, we must turn west for a victory. To increase the Axis' prestige once more. To make the Ceroulians think twice of threatening the Axis' member states. These inhuman imperialists, Judeo-Capitalists, must be treated a lesson. A lesson that they should never forget..."

Gebhardt picked up at that point, "Gentlemen, as Vettaria's leaders you must choose to be neutral, which would be against the Rove-Teutlin Agreement. Or you can stand with us in opposing the biggest threat from the west, since before the Great War."

Candreva nodded in agreement, while some of his Defence Committee muttered opposition. The State-President rose and held up his hand, said, "My comrades of the Federation, for too long our brothers and sisters in Auvernia have been under the Ceroulian boot. We will have to liberate them."




Vittorio Air Force Base, Western Vettaria
21km east of the Ceroulian-Vettarian Border


Brigadier General Emmanuel di Costas stood before the OPs room at the heart of this sprawling military base in the depths of the Vettarian mountains. The map before him, littered with flags and blocks showed him the Continuation War's fronts, specifically Holstein. Ushijima sighed and walked closer to the table, surrounded by busy lower ranks, he turned to look at Colonel Fidel Santiago, his Ceroulian Salvationist immigrant and his second. The two had a strong working relationship and were deeply respected by the Federal Headquarters for their tenacity, boldness and ruthlessness against the Federation's enemies. An hour ago they had received a message from the FEHQ, stating; "Launch all necessary operations against Ceroulia, they're presence and current activity is not within the Federation's interests, remove all eroulian forces from Auvernia."

Di Costas understood it easily, as anyone else would, yet the true meaning was that he was given full autonomy over the issue, he had no need to request orders or authorisation from Rove, he could do it all by his own will. Vettaria

"Almost ready, sir," Santiago spoke up to his superior officer, Di Costas smiled and nodded back as he sipped from his black coffee.

"What are the UAV's show?" Ushijima asked Captain Andreas Barchelli.

"As expected sir, the Ceroulians within Auvernia are very much lounging around," the young captain replied, Di Costas again smiled and nodded.

As the Brigadier focused on the routes of attack by land, outside on the tarmac, 36 Panavia Pa-2003's, 23 Heinkel He 762s and 4 Falcons were being armed and fueled for direct strikes against the Ceroulian fores in Auvernia. Armed with an assortment of sensor fused weapons for strikes on Ceroulian tanks and other Heavy vehicles, and other cluster munitions for light transport vehicles and foot infantry, these strikes would knock heavy blows on the Ceroulians. However 10 of the Pa-2003s were armed with air-to-air missiles, which were aimed at clearing the skies of Ceroulian aircraft. As pilots and mechanics ran to planes alike, two AWACS aircraft roared down the runways and up into the clear blue skies above as did the Falcons, electronic warfare planes.

Within 10 minutes, the 59 remaining aircraft began to take off one at a time and out westward towards the Ceroulia's homeland. On the ground, the 67,000 strong garrison along the border began to amass to move westward against Ceroulia, to the rear of the main forces, were 18 Shinosakan made CJ-10 cruise missile vehicles. These missiles had a range of 3,000 km, could hug the ground making interception and detection difficult. As these deadly weapons lifted slowly up into the air, they're targets were confirmed. These 18 missiles would strike the hangars, air traffic control towers, fuel depots and runways of four major air bases in Ceroulia. 30 seconds since they were lifted up, the missiles roared out of their tubes and upwards towards the sky, 30km westward they dived towards the ground and screeched off towards their targets hugging the mountains, hills, valleys and plains as they did.

Above them and the readying ground forces, the two AWACS and 63 aircraft passed over, the 10 fighters supported an additional 12 split off to intercept any Ceroulian aircraft. 6 Forza fighter bombers hit their after-burners and flew out towards the Auvernian region, armed with anti-radiation missiles they would hunt down any Ceroulian surface-to-air missile launcher or radar system. The other aircraft moved southwest to strike hard at Ceroulian forces.

Meanwhile, Alpini troops and other light infantry detachments had already been on the move in the mountains.

17th Fleet,
Port Venecea, Vettarian Federation


Washing the shoreline in slow intervals, the briny foam swished and swashed. Anchored in the salty harbor, the Devastator sat idly as its crew marched on and off, to and fro from the docked ship. Captain Lucario sipped his steaming coffee, nearly spilling it unto his bleached-white uniform.

Gulping every drop, attempting to battle the encroachment of sober boredom. It was nearly time for the Devastator to undergo a refit while the rest of 17th Fleet remained dock as their mother-ship was updated. Lucario tapped his callas fingers on the green display. Taking another swig of his now receding coffee, he remained puzzled by an earlier message he received from headquarters. In it contained orders, orders he gravely deplored. He took his final gulp, slurping it down his throat. He wiped his coffee-wet mouth and walked over to sit in his chair. He grabbed the microphone for the on-board announcement system. He clicked the button and allowed his voice bellow through,

"Full speed out. All men to battle-stations. Begin preparations for combat. Systems check, and alert the entire fleet. We're headed for battle boys."

A grim look overtook the largely untested crew as they rushed through the halls to prepare the formerly peaceful vessel for war. A war it would be indeed. The rest of the fleet's captains were equally chagrin as their crew. Could the dawn of conflict be approaching the Federation so eerily and yet so quickly? Nay they thought, this must be a drill. It had to be a drill. They hoped it, a drill. On the Devastator, Lucario sunk into his leather chair. His lips showed a man who was contempt at the thought of battle.

So many young men will die. So many widows will it make. He pondered to himself of the consequences of what command ordered. He had faith however. Faith in God. Faith in his colossal ship. Faith in his fifty ship fleet. But faith, as he well-knew, could not win battles. Faith could not win wars. Faith, was perhaps useless other than for giving good-comfort. Lucario lost track of time and view in his thinking. Though his was little-aware, his crew was not. They pushed the Devastator, and the crews of the other ships equally brought the nuclear reactors on their vessels pushing full. All fifty ships roared out of the harbor. Their R&R cut short, and their lives now at stake. Possibly.

With the sea being cut by the bow, Lucario awoke from his daydream and gave the orders that no-one alluded, "Full speed ahead, towards Ceroulia's southern coast." With the orders spoken, his crew complied, and the reactor glowed, the engines churned, and the ship sailed. Full on into a reckoning.



Port Imperio, Vettarian Federation

An acrid but alluring aroma arose from the Port Imperio at late morning. Its scent was carried from a Agean westerly wind that blew in from the stormy sea. The smell, a volatile mixture of boots, wretched minds, and an absence of derelict. Flotillas of warships lay buoyant, as earth shattering vehicles…and men filled the ships in emotion-less chains as they recited their duties in an almost superfluous format. Their sharp metallic voices pricking the wind with each word, their boots began almost a rhythmic orchestra. Crisp and efficient, the regiments, divisions, of soldiers had assembled into an immense war machine of destruction. Miles away, Vettarian ships sliced through the waters with a vengeance. It was time…once more.
Edited by Axis Pact, Oct 9 2015, 09:03 PM.
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The Aegean fleet was one of the largest fleets in the Ceroulian Navy, some 250 patroled the opening of the Aegean Sea alongside the southern coastline, having a major port in the city-state of San Pietro, and in the port of Sintra, in Ophuissa. It was the most prestigious fleet in the Imperial Navy, with only the Atlantean fleet rivaling Aegean for prestige. It was in these waters that most ships of the Imperial navy received their sea trials, and received final accreditation to be formally entered into the Navy’s exalted ranks.

The port of San Pietro was preparing for any final assault on the island. As a vassal of the Ceroulian Empire and as a part of the Hardenburghian Crown, the city had a garrison of Imperial forces, and an independent armed force under the payroll of the city that acted on behalf of the Hardenburghian Queen and her governor stationed there. There was a large fear, largely propagated and exaggerated by the Ceroulian military, that a landing would be imminent, if not by the end of tonight.

The fleet, numbering some sixty-three ships, began to peel away from the island, launching a patrol the immediate vicinity, with most of the ships concentrating on the easternly direction of Vettaria.

Verona, Auvernia

The early morning in the town of Verona was very dry, where a few months before, this was the site of a Vettarian landing some months before, where Ceroulian forces fought in the frontier forests with Vettarian forces. It was also home an early warning radar station where the earliest flights coming out of Vettaria. There was no mistaking these large formations coming out of the East; a certain breach. Reacting, the early warning station sent the message to the Our Lady of Loreto Airbase in Reggio, some 70km away. Reports were then copied for the King in Melun, and for the Emperor in Borjes.

It was early when the men got the call, to begin preparations for the flight. An aerial interdiction of Vettarian forces was laid out as the course of action in tandem with the remaining forces of the Fourth Army still active in Eastern Auvernia.

It was then in Verona where the first planes were spotted closing in. It was some time after 5AM, and with the sun not giving up, the men relied on the Crotale or the Rapier to spot enemy aircraft and fire at it. It was expected that the aircraft would attack on the position that the SAM fired from, and thusly the team would make a hasty retreat into the cover of the woods to reappear again in another location. The SAMs were mounted on armored vehicles, making this operation rather easy – the true question was not getting killed.

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Official Communiqué of The United Kingdom of Hardenburgh and Hibernia
| TO: The Government of the Vettarian Realm | FROM: Her Majesty's Foreign Secretariat | REGARDING: Aggression | IMPORTANCE:HIGH | Encrypted: YES |

The revered declaration of the Her Most Excellent Majesty's Government, The House of Commons, The Lords Temporal and Spiritual and the Hardenburghian people on the fifteenth day of June, in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Fifteen

To Whom It May Concern:

In view of the wanton and unprovoked attack upon the Ceroulian Empire, commencing on the 10th of June 2015 and in deference to the terms of the Hardo-Ceroulian alliance, Her Majesty’s Government in the United Kingdom of Hardenburgh and Hibernia has instructed its ambassador in Rove to inform the Vettarian government that a state of war now exists between the United Kingdom of Hardenburgh and Hibernia and the Vettarian Realm.

I have the honour to be,

With high consideration,

Sir,

Your obedient servant,

Edward Fredrick Lindley Irwin, 15th Earl of Westmoorland

Permanent undersecretary to the Minister for Foreign and Commonwealth affairs,
Head of the Foreign Office Secretariat




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