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  1. Danzig

    Danzig New Member

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    As the secretary of defense promised, a diplomatic airplane picked me up at Danzig International Airport and after a flight without too much turbulence I touched down at Vlaanderen's airport, early evening. The pilot warned me of some trivial things, keep identification with me at all times, don't go around to draw attention, stay silent... Nothing I haven't done before and it's good to be back in an old-fashioned dictatorship again. Makes me appreciate my living conditions back home even more. How I long to experience the lack of wealth, freedom and then return home where everything those people do not have, is at my disposal again. Customs and other safety precautions were a formality for such a person like me; a diplomatic traveller on a mission, discussions with the Danzig embassy, talks with officials of the state, raise a glass of wine and toast to the continuation of glorious socialism in Batavië. To the Danzig government it's not a big secret many high ranking officials find their way to Danzig to funnel all sorts of ill-gotten gains, taxmoney or whatever they looted from the said wretches who somehow got on the bad side of the government. In this respect, Batavian officials tend to be more lenient towards people from Danzig, anyone that might jeopardise their offshore finances should be treated with the highest respect.

    Batavië isn't your regular dictatorship; it's a totalitarian wasteland. Their `Roerganger', Jaap de Graaf, the big kahoona so to say, is pronounced dead and the whole country is in turmoil. War is looming and people are preparing for the worst. When my driver, the person I could trust, took me from the airport to the embassy. The streets were literally blocked at every streetcorner by soldiers, black cars without license plates following us, random inspections despite the CD [Corpse Diplomatique] sign and Danzig flags but none of that swayed us from our goal and in the end the inspections weren't intrusive; all they wanted to know for sure we weren't taking some rebel or resistance leader to the safety of our embassy. And since those oaf security guards didn't check my baggage labelled `diplomatic documents', thankfully didn't find out what I was carrying. Highly illegal merchandise. A personal contact I've known since my days as a young cadet at the National Gendarmerie Academy. From there I went on to become a Secret Service officer but after I fell out of favor with my superiors I became a freelancer, taking a burden of risk but the jobs paid handsomely and I got to see, while putting all my expenses on the state's creditcard, foreign countries and cultures. My driver also evaded some more annoying patrols by the Staatsveiligheid service, the Batavian state security agency. They could demand to open up our diplomatic luggage, since they don't really bother with international law, and see some incriminating possessions.

    When I arrived at the embassy it was evening and the sky over Vlaanderen was turning from dark blue, a cold, steelish blue, to hard tones of orange and pink and city lights lit up the darkening sky above in a yellow hue. It was around 7 PM but I couldn't wait, I was too anxious to see my old friend. Last time I saw him was in Danzig, around 12 years ago and I know for a fact he'll still recognize me. What I remember, or what I've pieced together from old associates of mine still working at the National Gendarmerie and secret service, that he - Julien Gerlag - was detached in Batavië as a sort-of semi-official spokesperson for the Danzig community in Vlaanderen (my first question will be, of course, is there a Danzig community?) and offers private communication and arranges secret flights from and to Vlaanderen and Danzig. More importantly, besides these trivial and rather meaningless tasks, he knows some important people and last but certainly not least, he can get me in touch with resistance. During my brief stay at the embassy I got a folder with the remainder of my assignment. Top priority: get the government to contact Danzig armsdealers. Arrange several deals and phone some folks back home to say `we'll take it from here'. When the deals are done, supposedly, me and Batavië will part ways. However, in the same timespan I am also instructed to map the roads to the resistance, proverbially speaking. Speaking of which, a detailed map of the country wouldn't hurt either my assignment told me. Maps of Batavië are hard to find and scattered. Most pre-date the Revolution and are inaccurate at best. Trunks on attics or sniffing around in condemned buildings would be, if I could loosen the ties of the Staatsveiligheid, my best option. A gut feeling is telling that will probably be the hardest thing to do. First things first, Julien Gerlag anxiously awaits my arrival.

    Little over thirty minutes later I made my way to Julien's house. It was beaten down by the weather and disrepair - probably left to rot since the Revolution - and the windows of the lower floors are boarded down. Pro-government mottos were painted on the walls, crying death to all traitors, long live the leaders and more hollow phrases. At the embassy I phoned him to say I'm in Batavië and will look for him, today. He was happy to hear my voice and had foreknowledge of my arrival. My contacts have done a good job. I rang the doorbell and within a moment's notice he opened the door, before letting me him however, he looked down the street on both sides and even looked up into the sky if a small unmanned spyplane wasn't peeking down on us. After exchanging a few pleasantries he let me in, we walked up the stairs - those stairs had seen better days - and entered a room which was nothing less than squalid. The furniture was in a sordid state, there were more holes in the rugs than rugs itself, the wallpaper was dirty and stained by moist and on the ceiling, mold. Julien itself was still looking bright and healthy and his clothes were clean, unlike the miserable state of his apartment. He dropped himself on a couch and looked at me, waiting.

    `So Leon, now tell me, hows everything going in Danzig? I take it you aren't used to such impoverished conditions. But hey, we're living in the best country in the world. Or so we're told on every news bulletin.' Julien held a lighter in one hand, still looking at me. `Do you have what I wanted?'

    `Of course I have Julien.' I opened up my bags labelled 'diplomatic documents' and presented a carton of Danzig cigarettes, a bottle of liquor, cash (not the scrip they pay with in Batavië, but hard currency) and some other things, including some gold bullion, canned fruit, a Times of Danzig, some cigars, lighters, editions of The Free Press (a liberal monthly magazine dealing with freedom of speech, human rights, free thought, humanism and opinion) which was strictly forbidden literature in Batavië. My heart was pounding the whole time while I unloaded my stash of highly illegal material.

    `Now we're talking Leon... Thank you very much for doing this. He put everything prominently on the table in front of the couch, asked me to sit down opposite, on a similar couch, and proceeded to remove the plastic film from the carton of cigarettes, took one softpack, looked at the ridiculous healthwarning on the back with bloody lungtissue and laughed at it. He offered me a cigarette and I gladly accepted one. Julien inhaled deeply and while he started talking, he exhaled, puffing out smoke while forming words.

    `I haven't had such a good smoke in years. The stuff they sell here falls apart whenever you hold one vertically. Now now Leon, you're here for a reason. And my birthday was three months ago, so you're either running late or it's time to tell me everything. For starters, you still haven't answered my first little question, how's life in Danzig?' Julien gave me a firm stare and a small curled his lips.

    `Rather uneventful but life goes on I think. I can't speak entirely free here, God knows what sort of listening devices are placed around...' While I was explaining, in rough terms, without mentioning too much, my purpose in Batavië, Julien was inspecting some of the items I brought with me. He looked at the gold bullion, uttering things like `very nice' and `this'll fetch a nice pice on the black market.' I didn't tell a thing about the second part of my mission. Somehow, I cannot entirely trust Julien. My driver works for the Danzig embassy, holds a Danzig passport and can leave whenever he wants. But not Julien; he's a pariah in Danzig. He made crucial mistakes during a foreign operation and blew the cover of an entire safehouse. The operation was closed down and valuable information about an upcoming international conflict lost forever. As a reward for such incompetence, Julien was sent to Batavië to get rid of him so he could never trouble Danzig any longer.

    `So you want me to say who's who around here. That can be done. And since you've paid up front, I can compile a list. Just say you got it from me, lying makes no sense around here. Whatever you say, they'll look into it and find out if you speak the truth. The Staatsveiligheid has eyes and ears everywhere. Those buffoons tolerate my heresies because of my special position here and... well...'

    `Well what,' I asked. Just my luck, he's a double agent I'm sure.

    `You see Leon, sometimes there are things you must do even if you disagree with it, from a fundamental idea. Morals. But morals no longer exist in this country. They tolerate my crimes, my individualism, because I... Every now and then, I know where to point fingers at. Resistance figures, I can get in touch with them. Messengers and lowlives running errands are smalltime boys. Most of the time diplomatic agents come to me, because they know I'm in close contact with Batavian authorities. Resistance comes to me for the same reason. I bring them together, the Staatsveiligheid records the meeting and after enough evidence... another resistance cell folds. Getting to the leaders is very difficult. Diplomatic agents are nine out of ten times secret service agents of some country interested to see whats going down here...' He drew on his cigarette and continued `What I am saying is, in order for me to live a relatively normal life... Define normal... the Staatsveiligheid sort of blackmailed me into doing this.'

    `Yeah right Julien, blackmail at first, but then you got privileges and now it sounds like voluntary collaboration. What if the Danzig embassy finds out?'

    `Oh, they? The entire embassy staff knows of my exploits. None of them seem to be bothered. In fact, they even encourage it. It's a lubricant in relations between a capitalist paradise and a socialist utopia. Betrayal brought Danzig and Batavië closer together than any amount of money. Stability of the state and keeping the powers that be tranquil at night is worth more than billions.'

    I was starting to see a pattern here. Danzig makes sacrifices to arrange profitable, lucrative armsdeals with an oppressive criminal regime. Foreign nationals are used to burn innocent Batavian citizens at the stake by a Danzig pawn, an outcast, who acts like some sort of shady underworld figure - hence why Julien needs those magazines - to bait people into becoming familiar with resistance. Then, when some foreigners are present, the Staatsveiligheid takes pictures, collects evidence, gathers eyewitness reports (probably all faked) and then blackmails those people into cooperation. Eventually they'll get to the leaders of the resistance. To me, it became clear Julien wasn't going to lead me to any resistance leadership. But as Danzig embassy staff is actively engaged in betraying people, then why is it prepared to forge cozy ties with the resistance? A post-socialist Batavië? Put two opposing parties against each other and profit from financing both sides? I'll have to get back to the embassy and brief the secretary of defense.
     
  2. Batavië

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    Constantijn van Arsdale, the Commissar for Internal Affairs, was pouring himself a scotch in his office. His bar sat by the window which gave him a nice view outside the Government District and into the less secure parts of the city. The rumbling of lorries and tanks had replaced the usual bustle of cyclists, pedestrians, buses and the occasional private car. He sighed as the intercom buzzed and his secretaries obnoxious voice cam online.

    'Kommissaris Van Arsdale, your 11 O'clock is here.'

    He returned to his desk and flipped open his leather desk agenda. 11 O'clock, some last minute meeting with a Danziger diplomat. He flipped the agenda closed and pressed the reply button on the intercom device.

    'Yes, send him in, please.'

    He finished his scotch and put the glass away. He wasn't about to share his best liquor with some capitalist he had never met before. He'd offer him coffee instead.
     
  3. Serenierre

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    25KM from Spa

    He looked out of the window. He had been waiting for days for the BRA supporters to pick up the arms shipment from him. He was getting nervous and the situation the country was getting even more tense. With war looming on the horizon and with an active insurgency raging in the north, the government had responded with harsh measures and he, himself, had thankfull been clever enough to avoid suspicion with the SV.

    "Leo," came the voice of his wife. She was lying down next to him, she turned on her side and looked at him, "How long can this continue. You're a nervous wreck... how long has it been since you've slept in the night?"

    He sighed and looked at his wife. "I'm starting to get worried. I'm so fucking stressed. Why haven't they come as yet? Have they been caught? Am I-"

    She interrupted him, "Shush. Don't say such things. No one has been discovered, the SV hasn't caught on. Relax, honey. Just be reasonable, the government has just gone into hard drive. Take a pill or something and sleep."

    "Yeah, yeah." he said, turning again. ​
     
  4. Batavië

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    The televisions in the North no longer worked thanks to the handiwork of the government. Luckily, controlling the northern coast, the BRA was able to dismantle a radio wave blocking device and relatively clear transmissions were coming in from Arendaal and Éierann.

    Henk Roos, the BRA founder and leader, and Frans Wegen, the insurgency commander, we seated around the main conference table of city hall, their makeshift headquarters. A crowd of uniformed and civilian closed members were also listening to the broadcast, smoking cheap cigarettes and eating stale bread. Food was running out in the besieged city. At least they weren't starving like the people outside were. The ceasefire didn't involve arranging humanitarian aid. No, the commies were smart enough to not give them that bargaining chip.

    The broadcast ended and Roos chuckled, 'The Spa Republic. It has a nice ring to it, no?' the men in the room gave a hearty laugh in response and some even smiled.

    'Henk, I say we extend the ceasefire for at least a week. See what the CN does.' said one of the men.

    'I agree.' came Henk Roos's reply. 'We might be able to achieve something out of this. And with the political turmoil in the capital, well, there is just no way the government will be able to hold off demands, inside and out, for elections.'

    'What about the Shcherbatskayan offer of arms?' Frans Wegen chimed in obviously wanting to make use of the foreign offer.

    Roos finished his cigarette and stamped it out in the ashtray. 'No. Not yet. First off, they will never get through without causing a naval fiasco out there. The Great Sea is teaming with ships and even carriers from all over the world. If something happens out there the government will get dragged in and Batavië will be the battlefields of Europe. We can do this peacefully. If talks break down and de Graaf decides to bombard the city some more, well, we can always reconsider, can't we now?'
     
  5. Austurland

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    The AGE plane landed on the tarmac in Batavie's capital city. Times were tense and they were bad. The LFS was poised to swallow the Northern socialist country and the AGE could not allow an Oikawan puppet in this region fo the world. Secretary-General Alvar Ortendhal gathered is notes and with his assistants left the plane and got into the heavily guarded motorcade. Soon be would be speaking to General De Graaf.
     
  6. Vistrasia

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    Second Fleet, North-West of the shores of Frescania

    The Second Fleet of the Levantine Navy was positioned in the Straights leading from the Levantine Gulf to the Great Sea, waiting for the amphibious elements to arrive, namely 8 amphibious transport docks, 4 dock landing ships and 2 helicopter carriers. They would join the flagship the Aircraft Carrier Rafael Mola, and 2 Guided Missile Cruisers, 4 destroyers, 4 frigates and 2 submarines. A smaller auxiliary fleet in the Western Great Sea, including supply elements and a number of submarines and small surface ships was on stand-by should actual hostilities break out, but to send a larger surface fleet was considered unacceptable by the diplomatic corps, who considered the situation volatile enough as it was.

    As it was, there was little that Admiral Agustí de la Riva could do other then ensuring his ships were fully supplied and operational. Earlier that week they had paid a short visit to Porte de Victoire, but they would have to wait some more before moving to open sea. De la Riva had endured a decade of detente but had heard enough stories by his superiors of the old days, when mobilizations and "wargames" in the East were a constant theme, he was eager for some action, the prevailing attitude among his crew being that this would mostly be some showing off, but no actual fighting. It had been a cold war for many centuries, it certainly wouldn't suddenly turn hot now.
     
  7. Batavië

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    A caravan picked up the AGE Secretary General at the tarmac and drove him quickly outside of the city limits to a private chalet located on one of the low hills common in the south. The chalet was used from time to time for weekend holidays and the occasional pampering of a foreign guest. Today its use was necessary in order to keep the guest away from the volatile crowds in the capital.

    General Karel de Graaf, in full uniform, awaited the arrival eagerly with his two guards standing silently by the door. The large bay windows let in the grey sunshine from the overcast day outside. It was sombre and fitting.


    People's Navy Headquarters
    Windhoek, Windhoek Eiland


    Admiral Robert Stuyvent had lost track. The large table in the centre of the room showed a map of the waters around Batavië, especially the sector in between Windhoek Island and the mainland. Women smartly dressed in uniforms were using sticks to push the labelled yellow blocks into place. Yellow because, for now, they were not active enemies, but rather potential threats. Each block represented a foreign military vessel.

    Admiral Stuyvent noticed a blue bloc, and therefore Batavian one, being moved about every two minutes (indicating it was an aeroplane).

    'What is that there?' he asked one of the women.

    'That is one of the VOTLs from the De Graaf, Admiral.' she made reference to the country's sole and small aircraft carrier, yet it was a capable vessel indeed.

    'The carrier is too close to the Oikawans, move her southeast.'

    'But Sir, her aircraft won't be able to monitor them from such a range.' she retorted respectfully.

    He gave a nod, 'Yes, I know. I have been in contact with the Air Force. There are some longer range bombers based on the mainland. They will take over monitoring operations for that sector.'

    Meanwhile in the communications room of the Navy headquarters a bulletin was sent out to all of the ships in the area, domestic and foreign.

    Code:
    ATTENTION ALL FOREIGN MILITARY VESSELS THIS IS THE PEOPLE'S NAVY
    OF BATAVIË STOP WE ASK COOPERATION WITH OUR MONITORING STOP
    PLEASE REPORT INTENDED COURSES WHETHER CIRCLING OR NOT STOP
    SEND REPORTS ON THE HOUR EVERY HOUR STOP YOUR COOPERATION
    IS APPRECIATED AND WILL PREVENT MISUNDERSTANDINGS STOP
    DO NOT BE ALARMED WITH NAVY & AIR FORCE FLYOVERS STOP THEY ARE
    MONITORING MOVEMENT FOR SECURITY PURPOSES STOP 
    END TRANSMISSION 
     
  8. Kyiv

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    Virtue, Kravchenko Class SSN, Waters off Batavie

    "Contact is confirmed. It's the De Graaf Captain, heading southwest from it's previous position.".

    "Probably trying to give the nippons some room..." the Captin muttered to himself.

    "Keep an eye on it and chart it's new position. Make sure nothing gets to close".

    "Aye Captain".

    These were dangerous waters. The Commandry's attack group amounted to three Kravchenko class submarines Virtue, Diligence and Courageous. On paper they were wildly out-gunned by the growing foreign fleets, but combat had very little to do with why they were really here.

    The Kravchenko class was an exceptional submarine. Only eight were built for the CNF at great cost, but those eight provided an invaluable service. The Kravchenko's great asset were it's enormous highly sensitive sonar array's, larger than anything ever put to sea on a combat ship before. Originally they had been designed to hunt Oikawan submarines in the high seas well beyond the range of ASW assets.

    Now they were being put to a different but nearly as important task. The three submarines were gathering a vast amount of sonar data on every ship operating around Batavie. When the submarines returned to port those invaluable recordings would be turned over to the MID to be dissected and analyzed. It was a one sided intelligence boon as well, the Kravchenko's were among the quietest boats in the sea and cruising at minimal speed well away from their targets they would only be spotted by dumb luck.

    Of course the three subs were only the tip of the iceberg for the Commandry's intel gathering operations. The Commandry maintained a constellation of ELINT and Radar reconnaissance and targeting satellites in orbit which would now be delivering vital reports on the ships below, even the spy satellites would have ample opportunities to collect detailed synthetic aperture radar images and photographs of the massing fleets.

    Skulking around the waters of Batavie might not be thrilling work, but they intelligence they gathered today could benefit them for years to come.
     
  9. Anglyn

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    HMS Ivanhoe,
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    Commander David Beckett looks over the plot table as the latest intel of ship positions around Batavië comes in and shakes his head at the craziness of the whole situation. Though this was not the usual patrol station of the Ivanhoe, Beckett is sure that these waters were as unfamiliar to most of those crews of the ships being plotted as they were to him and his crew. Normally, the Ivanhoe patrolled the Sea of Liberation or the northern Implarian, rarely did it venture into the Great Sea and never, at least not since he had been in command, this far south.

    In fact, they probably wouldn't be there now if Shcherbatskaya hadn't sent a carrier group, which is being shadowed by subs out of Bombaim, and if they hadn't made it clear they also intended to run arms to what they call the Spa Republic. This made powerful people nervous, including certain people in Lundenwych, which is why the Ivanhoe, along with the Ixchel, standing further out to sea, now watch the northern approaches to Batavië while subs that normally patrol the northern Great Sea now are keeping tabs on the insanity further south.
     
  10. Großlausitz

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    Operational Command - Einsatzführungskommando der Königlichen Streitkräfte

    In secrecy, at least highly confidentially, the Operative Command was forging the next deployment by Franconian and allied forces to a conflict theatre. Due to the proximity to Batavia Franken's military had been put in charge of supreme command of the unfolding EDF mission. Although officially the mission would have a humanitarian pretext, the Batavian conflict required the preparation of handy number of rapid deployment forces. Any time now the Befehlshaber des Einsatzführungskommandos (BEF) - Chief of the Operational Command - was expecting the arrival of their Montelimarian comrades.

    Together with the Schnelle Eingreiftruppe 1 Luftkampf (SET 1/LK), consisting of the one of the two paratrooper brigades with the Royal Guards, the Montelimarians would see deployment to Eireann's south. There their first job, rather their respective pioneer company's job, would be to help expand the provided quarters provisionally to be able to cater the rest of the paratroopers and humanitarian transports. Eiffelland and Mayaland had already confirmed to send civilian aid to Eireann. Once the paratroopers were in Batavia, the Königliche Marine and possibly further Montlimarian units would secure the small northern coastal strip of Batavia.
     
  11. Socialist World Republic

    Socialist World Republic Well-Known Member

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    Revolutionary Navy Destroyer "Determination"
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    The seas off Batavie had become crowded in the last days, as every nation that viewed itself as geopolitical power made its entrance. It seemed to matter little if actual interests were at stake now, being present with a fleet was almost expected if a state was to be taken serious on the diplomatic field. Carentania was no exception, but its deployment - four missile destroyers - was laughable at best when compared to the massive carrier strike groups assembled by the great powers. The socialist nation hadn't been in need for a powerful fleet for decades and now simply lacked the ressources to compete with Oikawa or the Levant.

    Yet, Carentanias deployment was never intended to actively involve the nation in the struggle for dominance in this region of the world. They were present to gather data and did so without any secrecy, openly patrolling the seas and searching for foreign vessels with active radar. The world had been told that Carentania was monitoring the naval deployments to avoid misunderstandings to blow out of proportions and lead to armed conflict, they had been informed that Carentania, as fully neutral power in this situation, was trying to preserve peace.

    However, as only the Commissars, selected members of the Commissariate for Defense and Admiral Furlan, the highest ranking woman in the Navy and commander of this mission, knew, this was only half the truth. In regards to Batavie, the Carentanian government was indeed hoping to preserve peace, aiming for compromises between the Batavien state and the rebel forces which, at least in the plans of the Carentanians, would lead to a socialist democracy in the formerly authoritarian nation. Batavie would then follow the path set by Kryobaijan and Cyrillica and become a possible partner for the southern socialists.

    But in regards to the deployments of the great powers, Carentania was hoping to fuel the flames of war when the chance presented itself. Fully intending to officially stay out of any war, it could only be of advantage to Carentania if its enemies destroyed each other. For this more sinister purpose, a single sub, armed with missiles and staying hidden below water surface, was looming, well away from any other ship that may be able to discover it.
     
  12. Éireann

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    It is the usual cold and damp morning on the island of Vedrafjord, though fog had lifted and the first rays of the sun could be seen, it would be hours before those rays would bring relief to those that would have to work out in the weather. It could be worse, Vedrafjord was warm and inviting compared to the capital where there is over two feet of snow and more expected and the two men waiting in the ready-room at the base's airfield were actually glad to be there.

    The two men waiting were not ordinary visitors to the Mael Dúin Naval Base. Both had been sent from Áth Cliath and both were there on a very important assignment, they were to be the eyes, ears and voice of His Majesty government when dealing with the guests that are expected anytime to arrive. Sir Malcolm O'Toole, who usually serves as the Prime Minister's liaison to the Oireachtas Éireann (Parliament) and Commodore Michael Donovan, a former line officer who now serves as Deputy Director of Military Intelligence, both now will serve as liaisons to the EDF command staff overseeing the alliance's peacekeeping and humanitarian in Batavie and that will be using Éireann civilian and military facilities there at Mael Dúin Naval Base as well as the airport and harbour at Port Láirge and the Cille Móire Air Station on the southernmost island of Na Sailtí.

    The two men were in the middle of their upteenth cup of coffee when the PA informed them that a Franken transport was on final approach.

    "Well, Commodore, shall we go an greet our guests."

    "Yes, Sir Malcolm. That is a splendid idea."

    Both men down the last of the coffee, grab their coats and head out to the vehicles waiting to meet the arriving aircraft.
     
  13. Montelimar

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    Toul-Rosières Air Base

    When word was received from Operations Command in Franken, thing immediatel started jumping at Toul-Rosières Air Base twenty-five kilometers southeast of Cean. The troops of the 1e Brigade de Parachute and the attached 3e Bataillon, 4e Régiment de génie (3rd Battalion, 4th Engineer Regiment), begin boarding the waiting transports, which most were already loaded with equipment and waiting just for the order to take-off. That order was given and soon heavy Royal Air Force transport planes begin winging their way out to sea then north towards Franken.


    Admiral Arnaud DeBlose Naval Base

    The transports planes carrying the airborne troops could easily be seen from the ships at DeBlose Naval Base carrying the 4e Force de Palier Navale (4th Naval Landing Force). The navy is to transport the brigade sized Marine Infantry force, accompanied by the 1e Régiment de génie (1st Engineer Regiment), as well as equipment, construction materiel and relief supplies to Mael Dúin Naval Base and Port Láirge where the infanry force will await orders to and the engineers will assist in the construction of facilities to house personnel and store supplies for the peacekeeping/relief operations ahead.
     
  14. Großlausitz

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    After the first of the five "Königliche Luftwaffe"-labelled military transport planes had touched down, the plane's loading ramp slowly opened and the pioneers of the Schnelle Eingreiftruppe 1 Luft (SET 1/L) began to unload their materials and equipment. Followed by his two adjutants a colonel wearing the battlefield uniform of an army officer entered the room where O'Toole and Donovan where waiting. The Franconian officer politely saluted. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. My name is Oberst Josef Groß, deputy commander of the Royal Guards paratrooper brigade that is about to be moved to the bases you generously provided. Brigadegeneral (*) Frank Pleier, who will command the Franconian contingent, will arrive with the actual battle companies of the brigade. My task is to prepare the way together with the engineer regiment from Montelimar. The last say in the operation will be up to the operative command back in Franken, but if things unfold normally I will be your local liaison. Within the next week the Kingdoms of Mayaland and Eiffelland will send humanitarian aid and personnel. Peacekeeping forces will be mainly from Franken and Montelimar. Once again, sirs, I'd like to stress that we have been instructed to duly respect your and your government's wishes."

    Groß took a deep sip from the cup of coffee he had been served while introducing himself. He even shuddered a bit, as he wasn't used to this low temperatures. Nevertheless, he smiled. "Any questions, gentlemen?"

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  15. Batavië

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    The destroyer had been sitting off the coast of the BRA held region for a month now having been resupplied one already from a supply ship hailing from Windhoek in the moderate south. Here, however, they had to keep an eye out for a stray iceberg or two.

    Recently the crew observation company had been paying less attention to the Batavian side of the straits and more to the Éierann side. Foreign planes had been landing at an airbase near the edges of the Éierann southern island and the captain of the vessel was suspicious.

    Windhoek, chief command for the People's Navy, had been informed and almost immediately responded with order to observe the activity best they could. The EDF was amassing troops and equipment and no such invitation for a unilateral operation in Batavië had been granted. Time would tell but the waters off Batavië were now the most dangerous and congested in the world. The People's Navy was outnumbered and out-gunned but they were given the impossible task of trying to keep all parties civil, far from each other and away from the shores.
     
  16. Kyiv

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    The Commandry had been watching developments around Batavie intensely. They knew of the Oikawan resolution working through the CON, and they saw the EDF troops slowly massing in Eirean. Such developments concerned them.

    The SHK would not take such things lying down, and had ordered a second contingent of submarines to depart for Batavie. There would be no fanfare this time. The force now departing was armed and ready for war.

    OOC: Precise numbers soon.
     
  17. Anglyn

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    On the bridge of the Black Rose container ships MS Nordgársecg, Captain Alfred Mann looks out over the cargo he is carrying. Container after container, stacked and secured to the deck as is usual to the scores of time his ship has left port, but what makes this trip different is the cargo itself. Normally it would be goods produced from Mayaland companies bound for overseas market, but this time, the containers are being shipped to one destination for one purpose only, to Port Láirge in the Kingdom of Éireann for relief efforts in Batavie. Cartered by the government to deliver the needed supplies, it is hoped that the ship being a civilian vessel would not create as much of a stink as a military transport would and being that it is bound for Éireann, it is doubted that the many warships met along the way would tempt a incident by stopping the ship on the high seas.

    As the Nordgársecg clears the harbour's outer seamark buoy, Captain Mann gives the order to the helm.

    "Steer standard course to the Green Sea and the Guyenne Strait, notify me when we round Harold's Point. I will be in my cabin."
     
  18. Großlausitz

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    Slowly but steadily the additional provisional facilities at the naval base were growing by the hands and devices of the Montelimarian and Franconian pioneers and engineers. Today the first two battle companies were scheduled to arrive accompanied by Brigadegeneral Frank Pleier. Therefore, it wasn't a surprise Oberst Josef Groß was a bit nervous. While they were awaiting their arrival, Groß also had to plan the accommodation of the Eiffellander humanitarian relief air transporters and teams. One of Groß' adjutants had the task to inform him as soon as the first batch was approaching the airfield.

    Back in Franken the Operational Command was quite satisfied with the status quo of preparations for the EDF/Eireann humanitarian and peacekeeping mission. Political considerations, e.g. whether Batavia's leadership would appreciate EDF military presence, were the job of His Majesty's Government, not the command staff. The general were simply humble servants of king and country.
     
  19. Éireann

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    Though the base was preparing for the arrival of aircraft from the EDF, Cille Móire Air Station personnel still had a job to do and that job was to man the radar station as well as patrol the seas around southern Éireann. Though normally, it was quiet, even with a communist country just across the Straits of Owen, it is now because of Batavië that things have become busy, and some of the old timers say, as dangerous as ever its been since the Great War. It is that danger that has aircraft from Cille Móire and patrol boats from Neale Caladh on the north part of the island, working around the clock along with ships and aircraft from other parts of southern Éireann, as ships of many different nationalities and with as many different agendas converge on the waters around Batavië. All the government of Éireann could hope for now is that what is envisioned as a humanitarian efforts doesn't turn into a shooting war, with the Kingdom of Éireann smack dab in the middle of it.
     
  20. Austurland

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    Alvar Ortendhal greeted General de Graaf. Time was of the essence and for Alvar he did not have time for protocols. "General de Graaf I am here to help you and we are running out of time to act of your own independent will. Soon the Council of Nations' bureaucratic machinery will be running at full speed and unstoppable. If we can alleviate some of the problems we can limit the Council of Nations from overrunning your nation. I would like to negotiate on the AGE bringing in humanitarian aid, food and medical supplies to those suffering on both sides of the siege of Spa. This would be an act of good will on behalf of your government and it would show the people of Spa that you still care about their well-being even though you disagree on other issues. Then after the suffering and famine have been alleviated we can try and begin negotiations between the BRA and your government.

    But first we need to get help to the people. I would ask you to allow the Austurlander carrier to dock in Batavie, and only the carrier, the rest of the battle group will remain out to sea at the requested distance. Then we can take the supplies on the carrier to the people in the North. Your navy is welcome to escort the carrier to ensure your security. Will you be willing to agree to this?"
     

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