Arming the Confederacy [ATTN: Novozelenyrus]

[Ashkelon]

CARS Great Dune, Gothic Sea

Commodore O'Genty gazed outside the bridge to the flotilla of five cargo vessels under his protection. Two destroyers and submarines each had been dispatched from the Second Trade Security Squadron to protect this group. It was an understandable course of action, as he was well aware that these five cargo ships carried a total of 75 A-44 Metvr jets. Retired as they were from their service in the Combine Aerial Defence Corps, they were nonetheless still in excellent operational condition, enough that they would be sold to [MENTION=2097]Novozelenyrus[/MENTION], a budding power in the north that could serve as an effective counterbalance to the growing communist threat in Kadikistan.

They might have been a severe government - O'Genty would certainly not want to live in that country - but they were a bulwark in the north against the red scourge. Ivernia, Warre, and perhaps even Trivodnia would be thankful, if cautiously so, for another ally against the tentacles of the global revolution.

"We should be due for landing in half an hour, Sir," announced the navigator.

"Steady as she goes," O'Genty replied. "And keep your wits up. The last thing we want is an unexpected raid."

"Should I start contacting the Zelenyrossiyan coast guard?"

"Do so. I want them expecting us when we get there."

"Aye, Sir."

 

[Novozelenyrus]

Bogastvopol, Naval Base Leonid.
22:34

Typing into his typewriter slowly, and pensively chewing on a cigar, Rear Admiral Yvgeny Dostevki sat under the flickering bulb light of his office overlooking the small Naval port that housed a few aging destroyers and gunboats. The moustached middle aged man rubbing his chin for a moment, contemplating how to finish the letter he was typing. There was a knock on his door, his booming voice called out,"Enter."

A young officer stepped inside and quickly let the old veteran know,"Rear Admiral, The Ashkeloni are here with the first shipment!" The officer looked up at the young man critically from his thick brow, then down to his watch,"They're 20 minutes off schedule. Proceed with the off loading operations, Ensign." The man nodded,"As you will, Rear Admiral!" And left, shutting the door quickly.

The Rear Admiral began to type for a few moments, before pausing to look out his window. Sailors in black attire wielding their automatic weapons rush to their boats, practically jumping off the port into them. It made him smile, and reminded him of his days as a boat commander in the Great War of Independence. Four 30 foot gunboats, armed to the teeth with machineguns and small autocannon weaponry, shoved off and moved at high speeds out of the port. They quickly closed the distance to the flotilla, and stopped about half a kilometer in front of them. One of the boats pulled off to the side, and began signaling in morse code with a spotlight.

"THIS IS NOVOZELENYROSSIYA NAVY. WE WILL ESCORT TO NAVAL BASE LEONID."

 

[Ashkelon]

O'Genty nodded as he read the announcement. At first, he wasn't sure if it was a Kadikistani raiding force, but upon closer inspection, they were flying the right colors, and had identified themselves. Still, it wasn't any time to relax. "We're almost there, boys," he announced to his crew. "Stay frosty, and keep a sharp eye out. The last thing we want is for those commie bastards to get the drop on us right before we land."

He opened up a channel to the comms officer. "Direct encoding, got that?"

"Aye, Sir!"

"UNDERSTOOD. WILL MAINTAIN FORMATION AND FOLLOW YOUR LEAD TO NAVAL BASE LEONID."

The flotilla made the proper course adjustments, and began to follow the escort. Throughout the rest of the trip, O'Genty did wonder a few times if maybe the Combine's fine establishments could also build some more modernized warships on behalf of the Confederacy. Just looking at the gunboats, despite their heavy armaments, he could tell that they were from an older time. Ships arguably aged more gracefully than other vehicles, however.

And it was their willingness to purchase these old jets to begin with that really told the commodore how desperate they were. Maybe after they cleared out the old stock, then those hot shots at Aureas could start selling the more modern jets to the Confederacy. O'Genty lit his pipe and took a puff. This was going to be quite the story.