The White Dove and the Emerald Eagle

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  1. Auraria

    Auraria Well-Known Member

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    I.N.S. Geist, Command Ship


    Admiral Vincze was sitting at his desk, tapping a pen against his desk. Upon it sat mountains of paperwork, most of it intel from the operations in Milesia. His eyes continuously glanced from his desk to the map on his wall that detailed the relative positions of the Ivernish, Cumbrian, and Carintho-Harkaner Fleets.

    “All this and we still haven’t made contact,” Admiral Vincze thought to himself.

    He stepped up from his desk and walked closer to the map. He placed his fingers on what intel suggested were Kadikistani strongholds in Milesia. His finger laid upon Lowport in particular. Despite being a soldier almost his entire life, he still couldn’t help but feel for the death of God’s children. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.

    “Come in,” the Admiral called.

    “Admiral Vincze,” Commander Schmeling started.

    “Tell me Commander, there are three fleets operating around Milesia. A sizable force has been brought here. We’ve yet to come across a Kadikistani ship,” the Admiral pondered.

    “There is a rather important matter we are to discuss,” the Commander stated “We have new orders from Linz. It is confirmed that naval vessels from the Socialist World Republic will be carrying humanitarian aide to Milesia are to continue operating. Both the Ivernish and Cumbrian Fleets will grant them passage, command has ordered us to do the same.”

    “Humanitarian aide?” the Admiral was skeptical “They believe that?”

    “I’m not sure. I know I don’t, but I’m not making the orders,” Schmeling replied “However if we are to spot these ships, we have permission to inspect them if necessary. They have also provided us with detailed maps and intel on the whereabouts of the ships…all in all, they seemed rather open”

    “We have the upper hand here,” the Admiral replied going back to his desk “Granted, if Ivernia and Cumbria have given permission it puts us in a rather awkward position. So here’s what we do; we will not inspect every single Republican vessel that crosses the quarantine, that will be rather tiresome on the operations. However, all Imperial Vessels are obligated to examine Republican vessels from affair and if it is deemed necessary, they have permission to inspect.”

    “Yes sir,” the Commander agreed.

    “Also, if this is our course, inform command that it is necessary to increase our anti-submarine operations and air patrol,” the Admiral added.

    “Of course.”

    The Commander saluted the Admiral and existed his private quarters. Vincze leaned back in his seat and let out a great sigh.

    “what are they up to?” he thought.
     
  2. Kadikistani Union

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    In its provisional heart the Milesian Republic was collapsing. A clear majority of the republican movement had given up on their long and bloody struggle for an independent Milesia and longed for a new life in the Socialist World Republic. News of the evacuation spread like wildfire among people of Waesfjord and the surrounding counties and it wouldn't take long before all of the Milesian territories got wind of it. Entire families had grabbed what they could and deemed most valuable and started heading for the harbour with the hope that they could get get onto one of the SWR transport ships. The latter's fleet had strangely received authorization from the nations blocking Milesia's coast to enter Waesfjord harbour despite being a long standing supporter of the republican cause. In a matter of minutes thousands of people had flooded the confused streets. While many left, some people stayed in their homes, hoping it would all be over soon and a large minority verbally turned against their migrating countrymen expressing their disbelief or even insulting the "cowards" for abandoning the cause. Especially among the soldiers there was a clear schisms visible as a majority looked clearly defeated and even abandoned their posts while others looked confused hoping for orders that would bring some clarification. A smaller increasingly more vocal and organized minority, making up about 25% of the troops in the city turned against the migration. In certain streets pushing and pulling tried to prevent the steam of people frion Extraction as a success with president Holt and several members of his government out of the city. Holt and the other captives were probably already boardiom reaching the harbour, all that was needed was a small spark. Maj. Zaitsov sensed it as he evaluated Operation Extraction as a success with president Holt and several members of his government out of the city. Holt and the other captives were probably already boarding the small but fast transport ship that would take them past the blockade to rendezvous with with the Revolutionary North-western Fleet. The latter would take the Milesian government to Rurikgrad and eventually Ivar.

    Gunfire could be heard coming from the harbour as the Kadikistani plan to block all SWR personnel without the use of deadly force seemed to have failed. Zaitsov regretted this as he knew he did not posses enough men to stop the mass migration. He needed to grab the momentum with both hands and organize the anti-defeatist sentiment. Herein he was helped by the fact that even before their arrival Kadikistan had been organizing the Marxist-Leninovist elements within the republican movement into so-called 'Republican Marxist-Leninovist Brigades' (RMLB). The latter remaining a part of their previously assigned respective Republican Army units. Milesian high command had in many cases noticed that their military formations had been infiltrated by an organized form of Marxist-Leninovism, but had been powerless to stop it lest they turn against their last major arms supplier. With the old Republican Army- and Guards units collapsing it was time for the RMLB's to reveal themselves. "The Republican Army is collapsing because of those filthy defeatist bastards. I can not wait for approval of the HQ in Dubra, we must activate the RMLB. Sent the order to all RMLB officers in Waesfjord and the surrounding counties to organize and stop the Occidental evacuation. The people must be held back, forcefully if needed but always attempt to avoid any killings. The Republican Army members attempting to evacuate are deserters, deadly force is authorized. We have heard many of them have even dropped their weapons, keep an eye out for those we don't want them to fall in unauthorized hands.", Zaitsov said hastily to his commanders. "We will go to the docks and support Captain Komorov."

    Due to the chaos on the filled streets it would not be easy to get to the harbour as fast as usual. But if running down a few people would save Kadikistani lives in the harbour Zaitsov would gladly do it. The organization of the RMLB's throughout the city would be slowed down by the chaos, but since it was predicted that they would have to expose themselves in chaotic circumstances they had protocols they could follow. Surely there were soldiers who did not want to abandon the cause and also did not want to be a part of a potential Marxist-Leninovist Milesia, but they had a choice to join or parish.

    Harbour
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    Milesian Republic


    "Keep 'em on the docks, comrades! Not a step backwards!", Capt. Komorov yelled as he watched two of his fastest men return with a wooden crate full of RPG-3 reusable launchers and missiles. As bullets were flying around Komorov grabbed a crowbar he had taken from the truck and opened the crate with a rather unimpressive sound in the midst of all the gunfire. He had gathered six men, "Load these up, find a vantage point and shoot them at the ship's bridge. Do not miss. If we are to fall we will at least slow down their escape until reinforcements have arrived.". As his men fell back and dispersed into three groups of two, one spotter/loader and one marksmen, Komorov turned back to the docks. One of his men who was firing from behind a stack of thick wooden had just went down with a load groan as the pieces of wooden splinters launched upon his collapsing body. Komorov signed another man on his flank to retake his fallen comrade's position, something he did without hesitation. Komorov wanted to keep the pressure on for as long as possible to prevent or at least slow down the evacuation.

    The migration stream was slowly reached the harbour, citizens and former republican soldiers alike. Many of them panicking at the sight of the gunfight. Their utopic view of a new future in the SWR was suddenly compromised. Many of them with doubts in their minds and a confusion that just kept on increasing. For now most of the first arrivals came to a halt, keeping a certain distance from the fighting as some more adventurous types moved in closer for a better look. Meanwhile three rockets could be seen fired from higher up positions on buildings and hangars, heading straight for the ship's bridge. They would fire, relocate and fire again upon the ship until they were stopped or ran out of missiles.

    Dubra County
    Kadikistani-Occupied Milesia


    The first regiment of Kadikistani-trained Milesians had organised in Dubra County as the '1st Republican Dubra Regiment'. These 3,000 men had spent the last 8 months in Rurikgrad were Kadikistan's largest training camp for foreign fighters is located. They received professional military training with the emphasis on urban- and guerilla warfare, but also more conventional tactics. The Milesians trained alongside Justinian members of the JMLWP, Veniasufians from the VMLP, Cumbrians from the Promethean People's Revolutionary Army and many other nationalities, which helped greatly in establishing an international network. Because Milesian volunteers had only eight months they were not elites in comparison to other regular armies, but if there is anything you learn in Kadikistan it is solid and absolute discipline. These men were taught in the most modern forms of war and with a wide range of equipment, but also ideologically brainwashed into seeing no future without a Marxist-Leninovist Milesia. Next to brand new dark brown Milesian Republican uniform with clear Kadikistani characteristics such as the helmet, the 1st Dubra Regiment was equipped with the best infantry weaponry Kadikistan had to offer. The regiment included an anti-air detachment, but would not be sent to Lowport. The regiment would be sent to Waesfjord to help the local Republican Marxist-Leninovist Brigades bring order back to the city and close the ranks of the splintering republican movement.

    Meanwhile despite the blockade the smugglers had skilfully, but also with a dose of pure luck, managed to avoid hostile naval forces. Like always no ship was left unused. If troops, supplies or equipment was delivered the ship would never go back empty. It always carried back wounded, broken equipment or Milesian volunteers who wanted to be more thoroughly trained in Rurikgrad than the basic training the Rulex camp had to offer. General Berbadjov had already requested more AA guns from Central Command in Ivar and the Leninov family had pledged to oblige. Berbadjov wanted to create an AA net around Kadikistani-Occupied Milesia, but it would be a while before he could get all the equipment he needed. Because the smugglers had to circumvent several navy's they used smaller and faster boats who where launched from larger ships outside the blockade. These smaller agile boats could not carry the same amount that the larger vessels could when the first Kadikistani's arrived, but until now they had bypassed their enemies with great professionalism.
     
  3. Auraria

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    Three ships, the I.N.S. Krems, I.N.S. Zsombor, and the I.N.S. Cseh were moving quickly into position. The three corvettes were only a portion of the overall fleet of corvettes employed in the Milesian Quarantine. They were well suited for their speed and maneuverability.

    “Sir, we’re about to be in position,” a sailor yelled to Leiutanent Commander Hajós.

    Hajós nodded “Keep all eyes open. Aerial reconnaissance has shown us that the Kadikistani have been using smaller vessels in an attempt to bypass the quarantine. They’re fools to believe it could have worked.”

    The larger Carintho-Harkaner Fleet was in a slight reconfiguration. While it was no secret that Kadikistani ships were in position outside of the quarantine zone, suspicion was constant that they were involved in efforts to undermine the quarantine. Reconnaissance planes had been increasing their activity in the region and inching ever so closely to the larger Kadikistani vessels. These planes had confirmed that smaller vessels were working in cooperation and could no longer be ignored.

    Central Command in Salzburg began predicting the likely movement of these smaller vessels given the patrol routes of the Ivernish, Cumbrians, and Carintho-Harkaners. The sheer size of the fleet and the small area of Milesia made only a handful of areas where such a brash operation could be undertaken. So, small, maneuverable ships were deployed to these access points with the intention of stopping the flow of these vessels.

    “Target sighted!” yelled a sailor.

    Lt Commander Hajós moved to radio communications to send a message to the ship.

    “Attention, this is Lt. Commander Jozeph Hajós of the Imperial Carintho-Harkaner Navy. Your vessel is in violation of the Tri-nation quarantine imposed upon the rebel Milesian state. As is directed by international law, we will begin the process to board your vessel for inspection of any items deemed contraband. It would behoove you to comply.”
     
  4. Kadikistani Union

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    Old man Capt. Andrej Limtsjevic, known among his crew and far beyond as 'The Ferret' had been a semi-governmental smuggler for the past four decades. During the Kadikistani Civil War, known domestically as the 'Glorious Revolution', Limtsjevic and his father smuggled weaponry for the communists at a time when the navy was still firmly under royalist control. After his father died The Ferret took control of his ship, collecting some favours he had earned during his smugglers' career he upgraded his father's old transport ship with military hardware quickly making it one of the fastest and most agile ships in the smuggler's fleet. His past actions were not always approved by Ivar, but Limtsjevic was way to valuable to liquidate and had made to many friends in high places. Regardless he knew his death would most likely be at the hands of his own government, if it wasn't failing an essential mission it would be his cocky attitude that had already caused him to balance between life and death in the past.

    That same cocky attitude was the reason Limtsjevic wasn't impressed when the message from the Imperial Carintho-Harkaner Navy came in. After releasing a deep-sounding breath showing his annoyance the Ferret turned to his first mate: "The fleet is to far away, we will return to Dubra and try again another day. If this 'Commander Hajós' piece of shit comes to close fire some warning shots. We'll see if that emperor worshipping cunt has the balls to start a world war over us", Limtsjevic laughed loudly with his own joke while the rest of his crew looked more worried. Normally they would be able to outrun and outmanoeuvre the enemy naval vessel and try again another day. The Ferret had been through worse, war with Carinthia-Harkány seemed inevitable, but not today he thought. His cargo, some hundred Milesian volunteers heading for the training camp in Rurikgrad, were unaware that their Captain was gambling with their lives so recklessly. "Send a message to that sodomite of a 'commander' and tell that imperial rat to go fuck himself.", the cheeky Captain issued.
     
  5. Eiffelland

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    “I’m afraid we cannot conclude anything else than that the winter sleep of the bear is over,” Minister for Defence Ralf Clausewitz said. “And apparently that winter sleep made it very energetic.”

    The Govenment of Eiffelland had tried to gain time for long. The reason was that it felt that Eiffelland was not ready for war yet. After the revolution, Kadikistan went into isolation. That made the situation on the Kalahari Sea easy. The relations with Varanasi and Justiza were friendly, so no danger was to be expected in the Kalahari Sea. As a result, and also because the Sociodemocratic governments that ruled Eiffelland during the 1940s wanted to use money spent on defence for other things, it was decided to reduce the presence of the Eiffellandian armed forces in Helgoland and Rügen to a merely defensive size.

    But now the situation was completely different. The Kadikistani had shown that is was capable and willing to demand a role in the Kalahari Sea. That alone would not really be alarming, would the Kadikistani government not have shown its willingness to support terrorist movements abroad and its wish for world domination. This was all unacceptable to the Eiffellandian government, but like other countries it had not formed an answer yet. Other countries because they depended on Kadikistani oil, Eiffelland because it knew that it would have trouble defending Helgoland and Rügen against a Kadikistani invasion. Eiffelland’s air force was large, but it was mainly based on Mainland Eiffelland. It was needed to build additional air force bases in Helgoland and Rügen, and that was needed fast. Luckily, the governent had already started with that. The islands had agreed to it in exchange for a technical university in Bergen (the capital of Rügen) and a general university in Aurich (the capital of Helgoland).
    On the other hand, the international pressure of various countries, countries Eiffelland had friendly relations with, was increasing, and difficult to withstand for the Eiffellandians. Furthermore, an invasion of Carinthia by Kadikistan was something Eiffelland considered a serious problem. But most importantly, Eiffelland’s closest ally, Bourgogne, was involved up to its ears in what the Eiffellandians considered the civil war in Ivernia.

    “You are completely right, Ralf,” Chancellor Von Seydewitz said. “The Kadikistani are a threat now. With that respect, it was a stupid decision by the governments under Horst Köhler to reduce the number of air force bases in Helgoland and Rügen.”
    With all due respect, Matthias, you were Minister for Foreign Affairs in Köhler II, Clausewitz thought. But he didn’t say that loudly. He understood the disadvantage of being in the middle of the political spectrum in Eiffelland’s system: Neither rightwing nor leftwing could ever get a majority because of the position the Christiandemocrats upheld: In the middle of the political spectrum, although more to the right than to the left. The consequence was that it was impossible to form a government without the Christiandemocrats. So in whichever constellation, the Christiandemocrats were part of the government. Most of the times, they delivered the Chancellor as well, but sometimes they were the junior partner in the coalition; then it were the Sociodemocrats who delivered the Chancellor. And it were also the Sociodemocrats whose ideas they had to implement. Although Von Seydewitz managed to weaken and sometimes even block the ideas Köhler had.

    “Luckily, the Helgoländer and Rüger agreed to re-open those air force bases,” Clausewitz said. “But it will take some time before we can use them again.”
    “And it remains to be seen if we have that time,” Kögler said. “Can we accelerate the building process in any way?”
    “I don’t know,” Clausewitz said. “In any case, we cannot use them until the Staatstag and the Staatsrat agree to their use. At least not officially. When those bases are ready, we can already send planes over there and base them there.”
    “But not 80 planes at once, Ralf,” Von Seydewitz said. “Although the idea sounds appealing. Indeed, we’ll send some planes over there as soon as the bases are ready. And then we call the Staatstag and the Staatsrat together to vote over this. The fraction chairmans of our parties have already been informed. A normal majority is enough to take those air force bases in use. The opposition will have a large problem with being placed before an accomplished fact, but we will make clear enough that we had to do this in secret.”
    “How do you think the voting will go?” one of the other ministers asked.
    “Our parties will vote in favour anyway,” the Chancellor said. “The PRP and the KPE will definitely be against. The SPE as well, and I expect the most firework from them, simply because we are placing Parliament before accomplished facts. I also expect firework from the KPE by the way, if they understand the possible impact of this on the position of Kadikistan in the Kalahari Sea. I don’t know what the SLP will do, but the PCL and the VU will vote in favour.”
    “What are we going to do in the meantime?” Clausewitz asked.
    “We are going to offer supplies to the Burgundians, for starters. We will also prepare a division of the 3rd Army for deployment in Carinthia against Kadikistan, if needed and if the Burgundians and the Carinthians agree to it. Furthermore, we ask the Burgundians if we can deploy some squadrons of the Air Force from Bourgogne to assist in Ivernia. Maybe also good to ready some air borne batallions for deployment in Ivernia. But in principle, apart from supplying the Burgundians, we are not going to do anything military until those air force bases in Helgoland and Rügen are ready for use and the Staatstag and Staatsrat have approved their use, unless Carinthia comes under attack. Also then we need to go to the Staatsrat and Staatstag to get approval for deploying our men in Carinthia, because formally that means a declaration of war against Kadikistan. In that case, I want the Air Force to be able to defend the islands from Southern Eiffelland. I also want the Navy to be ready,” the Chancellor said.
    “Speaking of the Navy, are we going to deploy them in Ivernia as well?” Clausewitz asked.
    “No. The Navy stays here,” Von Seydewitz said. “We need it to defend the islands, including the planes on the Kaiser Lothar,” Von Seydewitz said.
     
  6. Auraria

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    Lt. Commander Hajós reviewed the response of the Kadiki several times. He tended to ignore the constant stream of communications coming in from ships across the quarantine zone demanding updates on the situation – as this was the first confrontation between a Carintho-Harkaner and Kadiki ship.

    “They certainly do have a way with words,” Hajós stated.

    “They’re Kadiki, sir, the only words they can articule are those of their nauseating songs,” stated the sublieutenant.

    “You’re not wrong,” Hajós replied “Keep the course, we’ll continue the pursuit for the time being, perhaps they’ll gain better senses and agree to our demands.”

    Officers saluted and then returned to their posts as the I.N.S. Zsombor lead the pursuit of the Kadiki vessel. The three corvettes were more than capable of maintaining a proper pace, as well as distance, to the Kadiki ship. The three ships pursued the Kadiki vessel back to being just off of Ivernish Territorial Waters, deep within the quarantine zone.

    “Lt. Commander, you know they won’t stop,” the sublieutenant stated “Our weapons are prepared and we are awaiting your order.”

    “Keep the course,” Hajós ordered, much to the anger of the sublieutenant.

    Not before long, the Kadiki vessel had entered Ivernish territorial waters and the Imperial ships were close in pursuit.

    “Helmsman, you are not permitted to enter the territorial waters of the High Kingdom of Ivernia. Stop the ships,” Hajós ordered.

    The crew starred at their Commander. There was doubt in his orders, but at the same time a certain sense of relief. Sure enough, the ships did stop just before entering the territorial waters of Ivernia and waited – watching the Kadiki vessel, but not continuing the pursuit. Hajós left the bridge and returned to his quarters, followed by an angry sublieutenant.

    “You disobeyed a direct order from Admiral Vincze, from the Chancellor, from the Kaiser!” the sublieutenant yelled.

    “We are not permitted to enter the territorial waters of Ivernia, that is clear in the guidelines set forth by Linz and the orders of the Admiral,” Hajós responded.

    “We had a clear shot the entire time and they blatantly ignored our demands. How are you attempt to pull off some arrogant bullshit such as that!” the fury continued.

    “I’ll remind you that you are speaking to a superior officer. Your job is to follow my orders and you will do that without fail,” the Commander paused “I’m not sure what it is with Carinthians’ thirst for blood. If your Kaiser and your Chancellor are so committed to sending people to die, then you’ll need to find someone else to do it. I won’t start this.”
     
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    The headquarters of the 1[SUP]st[/SUP] Unitarian and Royal Army have been assembled in a hamlet called Eiscreach which was abandoned by its inhabitants when it was heard that the Cumbric military have crossed the borders and it seemed that the scouts have arrived and scared the villagers. Close to the hamlet is a hill that the army inspected and turned out to be a barrow, but the grave itself seemed to have been already emptied by others, before the Cumbrians to arrive. After it was searched so that there are no republican guerrillas in the grave, the soldiers spent a day constructing a lookout tower on it, from which the city could be easily seen. The 1[SUP]st[/SUP] UaRA has been fitted with the best vehicles found in the Cumbrian military, truly becoming a shock army, but it was something that Marshall Morgan MacPherson was angry about, calling it a waste of resources, as such vehicles were no good in a pitched urban battle. At least one good thing came from this. His soldiers were equipped with semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns, even if most of the weapons were designed twenty years ago, it still gave the Cumbric soldiers a better chance in the fight in the city, than the Imperial soldiers who were armed with bolt action rifles or even the soldiers from the other two Cumbric armies who have received only bolt action rifles.

    The 1[SUP]st[/SUP] and 2[SUP]nd[/SUP] Mechanized Infantry Divisions have entered the eastern suburbs of city but have met with a powerful resistance in the first days of the attack. There was a slow by steady advance as each room out of each house from each block had to be cleared, until the units reached Ridire Street, where the republican militias, together probably with the Kadiki volunteers have created a barricade. The superior firepower that the soldiers met blocked the whole advance. The fact that submachine guns were identified at the barricade, made it clear especially for the intelligence officers that in front of them was clear that the whole situation has appeared because of Kadikistani intervention. Either direct, with Kadikistani soldiers fighting on that barricade, or indirect with the Kadikis arming and training the republicans.

    One day, things have changed when a series of republican soldiers have surrendered to the Cumbric soldiers. They said that the war is closing to an end, as there is no Milesian government anymore. They had little to no specific news, more likely rumors, but it seems that they believed those rumors to the point of preferring to surrender to the Cumbric troops. For Marshall MacPherson, it was clear, as he linked the surrendering of the 10 republican soldiers with the communiqué of the Unitarian and Royal Navy which accepted the entrance of the ships from Occidentia into Milesian Waters. They were evacuating the members of the regime and were preparing to form a government in exile on the other side of the world. At his call, the General Command of the Milesian Front has accepted a new plan to try to disintegrate the republican armies by calling for the surrender of the republican forces to Cumbric soldiers. He hoped that by saying that if they surrender they will receive an amnesty, pardoning their paramilitary activities, it would fasten the disbandment of the rebel militia. He ordered the UaRAF to drop leaflets all over the city in their next operation. MacPherson knew that the Cumbric government would probably arrest the republicans surrendering and would send them to internment camps in northern Caledonia, where probably they will be given to the Imperial authorities when the war will end.
    Seeing that the Cumbric soldiers are pitted against the barricade and the advancement has reached a dead end, MacPherson ordered a halt of the offensive and called in the rocket launchers. The central command ordered the bombardment of the Ridire Street until either the soldiers there are surrendering, or the whole place is torn to the ground and vaporized.

    In the late night, as the shots were being heard from the center of the city and the bombardment of the Ridire Street was going on, an intelligence officer came with a report to MacPherson, saying that two citizens of Lowport, are harboring a survivor of the Lannuk P9 bomber crash. The report said that originally three men survived the crash, but one died immediately after, one was shot by a sniper and the other was taken by civilians, before the republican militias could arrive at the site. They are trying to hide him from the Marxist-Leninovist aligned militias who would surely kill him. MacPherson sensed the propaganda victory that can come from this, so he ordered his communication officer to call Dun Eidyn and to send a unit of Woad Guards to Lowport to infiltrate behind the republican lines and bring the survivor back. He also ordered him to call the DEN newspaper and tell them that all 3 survivors are still alive and will be freed by the Unitarian and Royal Army. It will boost the morale of the Cumbric people.
     
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    ''Such is your fate Seamus.

    You are now the President of the Milesian Republic.''


    Seamus Brog had received his final shock of the war. The last piece of him that could feel had been taken away. Taken by the man who had taken everything else away from him.

    ''Did you hear me Brog?'' Nuada repeated to the broken man, ''Your President, John Holt, is dead. He died trying to escape from Waesfjord. He was shot and he is dead.'' Nuada put it as bluntly and dispassionately as if he was talking about the weather. Seamus still did not react. In this eloquent room in the Imperial Parliament, he was a bird trapped in a gilded cage. He had come here seeking surrender and he found it. He had no idea though, how crushing it would be to do so. The man was almost in a stupor, and Nuada was eager to shake him of it.

    ''You were the Minister for War, Brog. You were the highest Ministerial rank before Holt in the Milesian Republic. All the rest of the Ministers not here with you, have fled to the Socialist World Republic, sit in Ivernish Prisons, or lie dead in the fields. You and your cadre of the Western Milesia, who surrended, are all that is left of the Republic. You have to deal with me.''

    Seamus stayed hunched over the table, sitting on his chair. The room he stayed in was well put together. High ceilings, old dark wood. All that is to be expected of these Imperial Buildings. Seamus was looking at his fingers. A fire was burning in the fireplace, put Seamus could not feel it. The shadows it cast would dance around the corners of his eyes. He could see things in the shadows. Darkness. Men. He did not want to think about those men. One shadow dominated over the rest. Made from the fire, but so cold to Seamus. Nuada stood over him. Seamus tried to ignore the shadow he cast, most of all. He kept to his fingers, muttering. ''There must be someone.''

    Nuada's eyebrow raised a millimeter. ''Someone eh? Well I suppose one extra of the Ministers survived, and is here in Caladbolg now. In the Palace now in fact. I believe you knew him as Walder?''

    Seamus looked up at the name. He met Airgetlám's gaze. ''My old friend, he lives? I have not heard of him in.. some time. I feared the man dead.''

    ''Well let me put your fears to rest. Good Walder yet lives. In the service of the Taoiseach and the High King, as he always has.''

    Seamus' eyes widened. ''The traitorous bastard! It cannot be!''

    Nuada's eyes narrowed. Emotional outbursts were the terse cries of the weak. ''Now don't look too shocked. You should be thankful to Walder.''

    Seamus sat back in his chair, mouth agape, as Nuada continued, ''He is the only reason you are still alive after all. The only reason I have not sent you to a Mørlanden Work Camp, is because he believes you are still useful. Are you still useful Seamus?''

    ''I... I don't know.''
    Seamus look shaken. He thought Holt's death was the last of him. Walder was his oldest friend. Was all of the fates stacked against him from the start? Was Walder keeping him alive? He did not know what to think. ''I mean.. What would you have of me? I will not work against Milesia! You can have my life, you can have me dispatched into the work camps if you must.''

    ''There are no need for dramatics Seamus.''
    Nuada decided to sit down, on the opposite side of the table to Seamus. He looked right into Seamus' eyes. ''I shall have you save Milesia. You shall take the position of President of the Milesian Republic, as is your position to take. You are known and respected in the Republic, and you shall make the East Surrender. You will go onto the television and the radio, announcing a complete surrender, and for your men to put down their arms.''

    Seamus wanted a surrender. He has wanted it since he called a ceasefire in western Milesia. He wanted it since the food shortages.. If John had just listened to him, they could have survived with a brokered compromise. Instead Holt chose destruction, and destruction came to him.

    ''I.. I don't know. I want what you want, an end to the war. But I do not have control over Lowport. Or Waesfjord. That coast.. the Republic is not in control. I have heard things.''

    ''The Republic is dead Seamus.''
    Airgetlám spat back. ''It is dead and a corpse. It is infested with maggots and the only reason I still prop up the Republic, is to shake out the maggots. The Order of the Northern Sky is marching towards Waesfjord. It shall be there by the new week. After you declare the surrender, you shall be spirited away to join this Northern Sky movement, with your Ministers.''

    It was all so much for Brog to take in, it seemed he would be forced to acquiesce. Airgetlám pressed on, drumming his command into Brog's world weary mind.

    ''This brigade of the Northern Sky is led by Micheal Ghlaislainn and marches with forty-five thousand men. They have mobilised since February 25th and you shall join them, Seamus. When they march to Waesfjord to join the Central Sky, you shall be with them, Seamus.''

    Seamus began to retreat again into himself. He started at his fingers but could not ignore Nuada bearing down on him. He began to sweat. His hands felt clammy. The dark memories were creeping into his peripheries. He was not well. The shadows were dancing around his eyes.

    ''You shall join them when they march to the gates of Waesfjord and you shall call out once more for all Republicans to lay down their arms. Any Ivernish man, stupid enough to take orders from a group of foreigners who haven't been in the country three months, against his fellow Ivernishman, shall be put to the sword. They are traitors of the highest order Seamus.''

    Airgetlám stood up again.

    ''Even more so a traitor than you.''


    Raughan's Road (Lower)
    Lowport

    It had taken days and days and days. The Ivernish had fallen by the thousands and thousands on both side. Men of all creed, all class and all banner fell and died together. The Gaelic tribe was splintered and broken, and this battle was yet another in a long line of battles for the history books, written in blood.

    ''Such is our fate,'' One of the still living Privates joked. Many of the men laughed at the punchline. Huddled together at the end of Raughan's Road, they had done it. They had taken the road and Lowport city was in full view. The actual central city was ready to be penetrated. But these laughing men had another mission. They were to rally a many hundred men to move East, to take the Great Manor of the Park. The mission from which many of them would not survive. They had written their wills. There was no hope. Such was their fate. Laugh through the day and weep through the night.

    They rose up from the basement they were waiting in. Their Captain was using radio on the ground floor. Many men were about to move. Another push was about to occur in a city already on the edge.

    Captain Lurghan was leading the front of this new push. Making their way through the back roads and alleyways would be, in itself, a whole new kind of battle. Different to the main assault on Raughan's Road. Roads so narrow, not even Scorpion Tanks could get down them. He finished with the radio, all teams were now moving. It was a bright and sunny day in March. Perhaps this could ease the mood of the men, as many of them were beginning to crack.

    The roads were softened up though. Airstrikes and artillery pounded the roads between Raughan's and the Manor for the last two days. While the men waited huddled up in houses along Raughan's and waited. They could not sleep for the shelling and bombing. Much of the city was becoming stone and rubble. The men sat in a buildings' basement and tried to find comfort in the few moments they would have. There was a fireplace in this basement and a fire was lit. Some of the men, the ones who seemed to be losing their nerve, were sitting in the darker part of the room. They told Lurghan the flickering was playing tricks on their eyes. Lurghan suspected they might be losing themselves. More and more every week began to speak oddly.

    Command had assured Lurghan that the bombing and shelling would do terrible things to the Republicans' morale. The man felt no assurance however. While many Republicans were indeed deserting the ranks, with the end of the leadership, he knew that something perverse had taken over the minds of many of the Republicans. Foreign Communists had infiltrated the Republic. Lurghan's men had seen it from their uniforms and their guns on their fallen comrades. One of the Privates even pulled an automatic from a dead body of one of them. A sergeant had it now however, Captain Lughan reminded himself. Automatics were in short supply, the upper ranks were desperate for them. The Captain made a mental note to take it off the Sergeant for himself at first opportunity.

    As the men walked out of the building, there were no shots, and yet the city felt as dangerous as ever. The air was thick with trepidation. The enemy was all around still. The Captain and his men moved down the road to join up with the rest of the mission group.

    As he marched, he almost tripped as his boot dug into a body. A dead Milesian, but in a foreign uniform. ''Look here men. Look at this man.'' Lughan pointed out to them. They gathered around as Lurghan pointed.

    ''Look at the foreign Uniform. Look at the symbols, the foreign language. He fights for a foreign command. This is what Marxist-Lenninovism did to his mind.'' The men could see it. Different colours, different symbols, different alphabet even. But on a Milesian man. Red hair, though filthy from dirt and blood. Blue eyed, though glassy and puffy in his death. A Milesian Celt, and yet not in the Columbanus Uniform.

    ''As least the Republicans fought for an Ivernishman. But all those who remain here against us are fighting against their Celtic common man, for foreign tribes. The Slavs and Germanics are their masters now. Remember that when you are in battle. Remember that when you think merciful thoughts - when you should be shooting.''


    ''A fuckin' traitor beyond traitors, even worse than the fuckin' Republicans!''
    One of his Privates shouted, as he spat on the dead body. Many of the Imperials murmured in agreement, as they all continued on.
     
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  9. Nicosia

    Nicosia Well-Known Member

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    Ivernish Imperial Airfield

    Bourgogne's 1200 military advisers were in reality a regiment of crack paratroopers. Clad in new uniforms and with new weapons, the 1st Airborne Regiment was one of Bourgogne's most elite units along with the Grenadier and Guard regiments. Now they stood in long lines, struggling to hoist themselves into the aircraft. Even without the usual combat jump load, the men struggled. The 50 aircraft would make two runs, the first dropping 900 men into Imperial held territory outside Lowport. Many of the men were veterans of the Green Peninsula and knew the implications of their deployment. The airfield was abuzz with men pushing and shoving, all while talking or yelling at each other while jeeps and supply trucks drove from place to place; often pushing out boxes of ammunition or other supplies. Suddenly the order was given while men were still pulling themselves into the aircraft. The entire area was filled with the sound of chugging engines and the sound of propellers warming.


    Lowport

    Granche spit out his food and grabbed his rifle. The Kadikistani's had entered the city and fighting had been fierce. Only a day earlier, Gramelski had ordered that no defender was to fall back without his explicit orders. Granche was even shocked by the intensity of the fighting. Now, he heard strange shouts coming from downstairs and gunfire. It only took a moment to realize that they were trying to take his building in the middle of the night. It was one of the few fully intact buildings, aside from the giant hole in the roof, which stood in the city. Leaving the front room, Granche burst through the door. Behind him, two men with submachine guns followed. On the landing, Granche peered over the railing. The stairs came up on all four walls and every few seconds, Granche would glance a flash of brown against the deeply faded sky blue wallpaper in the dim light. He leveled his rifle as one of his men tossed a grenade to the bottom of the stairwell. Bullets flew back at the Burgundians as Granche fired three rounds and seconds later the grenade exploded, filling the stairwell with screams. The two men took turns firing their submachine guns as Granche struggled to clear a misfeed from his rifle. The Kadikistanis were only a floor below when one of Granche's men took a round in the shoulder. Thinking fast, Granche nodded at the other man and they began tossing as many grenades as possible down the stairwell. The Kadikistanis retreated and within a few minutes some Imperial troops arrived to take up positions in the house. Granche inspected the bodies, shooing away a few Ivernish who were trying to wrench off a watch from one of the bodies. Opening a wallet, he found some Kadikistani currency which he threw to the ground and a card which he could not read. There was nothing else. Throwing the card and wallet to the ground, Granche looked at the young man. Maybe 19? Maybe 20? Had Granche eaten something, he would have vomited out of disgust for humanity. A few more Ivernish entered the building and as they passed the bodies, they savagely kicked them in the head; one face making a savagely disgusting crunch sound as each boot made it into a further pulpy mess. He didn't say anything and instead wandered back to headquarters, navigating the dark, rubble strewn streets by himself. The city had long since been mostly evacuated and entire streets were blocked with rubble. It was only a matter of time before the Burgundians would have to evacuate, but the question was when.

    Combined Forces (CF) Headquarters, Lowport


    Gramelski scanned the room. The officers stared at him widemouthed and wide eyed. The map before them was wet with spilled coffee and condensation from the cellar. Only a few men remained without showing emotion. Gramelski's plan frankly shocked many of the men in attendance. It would be one of the few times the old General would leave the floor open for questions of a broad nature and second guessing the plan itself. It was ambitious but several felt it could be done. The only challenge was holding Lowport long enough for the plan to take place. Gramelski expected protests to come later after the plan had set it. It would cost both Ivernish and Burgundian lives, but it was the only way.
     
  10. Merioneth

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    Ivernish Coast, Vaalbara, Europe


    The pilots on today aid mission were Captain Anders Flussel and First officer Martin Lufta they had been flying the aid missions for the past few weeks that Veniasufia had been sending them. Martin loved to look at the scenery when it wasn't ruined by the scars of war and Anders liked to see the brave small specks that were the Ivernish people who had been through so much for nothing.


    Martin: Hello, hello this is flight 72 from Veniasufia requesting access to restricted airspace.
    Air Traffic Control: Please state your intention or leave.
    Martin: Aid supplies to be delivered to the Ivernish forces for distribution to the people.
    Air Traffic Control: Access granted.
    Anders: Preparing for descent.
    Martin: Okay I'll begin preparations for when we land, captain.


    Unknown location, Milesia, Ivernia


    The rebels were being badly beaten by the Ivernish Imperial forces but with the few supplies they had left they were going to try and do all they could to cripple Ivernish forces. They watched as a plane flew overhead they thought it was delivering weapons to the Ivernish Military, they knew it was there chance to strike even if it would lead to there further destruction.


    Commander: are you ready to fire boys.
    Fighter: yes sir aiming now.
    Commander: Good boys make old holty proud.
    Fighter(s): Target locked.
    Commander: Fire, fire, fire NOW boys!!


    The rockets shot up into the air they glided towards the aid plane smashing it into a thousand tiny pieces.


    Martin: Anders we're being hit.
    Anders: Careful, Lufta I'm trying to guide us out of here.
    Martin: We're too late we're done f...


    The rebels ran over to the plane to salvage what they could.


    Fighter: umm... this was a civilian aid plane.
    Commander: What.
    Fighter: Look in all these crates are food and other supplies all destroyed.
    Commander: This could cause shortages for weeks what have we done.
    Fighter: They'll... They'll turn against the Republican movement in droves now.
    Commander: Oh, boys what will they say in Waesfjord.


    Command Base, Unknown Location, Veniasufia


    Monitor: Sir, an aid plane we sent has been shot down in one of the pockets of rebel held Milesia.
    Commander: Contact Ivernish authorities and tell them, see if they can send someone to check it out.
    Monitor: surely that's not enough sir you must do something.
    Commander: The insurgent groups are collapsing anyway it makes no sense to do anything but inform the Ivernish authorities, we must focus on Ivernia's future not it's present or past.
     
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  11. Kadikistani Union

    Kadikistani Union Well-Known Member

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    Rurikgrad Military Harbour
    Rurikgrad
    Rurikgrad Socialist Oblast


    John Holt and a hand full of important Milesian Republican governmental figures has been smuggled into Rurikgrad yesterday. Somewhat shocked by the brutality of their quick extraction and the voilence and death it brought with it Holt and his entourage wasn’t very pleased with the Kadikistani's to say the least. Kadikistani officials attempted to appease the part of the Holt administration they had managed to capture. But if they kept on putting up a fight more drastic measures would surely be used to make their new guests cooperate. After a tiring trip the Milesians were granted a day of rest, but work needed to be done and the enemy wasn’t standing still. Holt and the other members of the Milesian government were treated as guests, but in reality the word ‘captives’ would suit them better.

    On their second day in Rurikgrad Holt and his entourage were called away from their respective rooms in the luxurious State Hotel and put into military transport vehicles that could take them across town avoiding anyone potentially recognizing their faces. After a short, but crowded trip through the busy centre of Rurikgrad the convoy arrived at the military harbour where Holt and his colleagues had arrived a day before. Once there they were escorted to a meeting room near the command tower of the base. In the room was only a large robust table with a little booklet on it and a large recording machine. “What is this?”, President Holt inquired assertively turning toward the grunts that had escorted him. “It is a manifest that will ensure the future of your beloved Milesia, Comrade President”, Col. Dimitri Leninov said as he walked into the room from another door. The name Leninov was notorious throughout Europe, mostly because of Kadikistan’s ‘Glorious Leader’ Nikolai. But the latter’s brother Dimitri has also made an name for himself on the international stage, especially during the Kadikistani-CPJ split and the subsequent Kadikistani-Justinian crisis. “On those papers you will find a slightly rephrased version of the Milesian republican declaration of independence you yourself helped set up. Within it, it is clearly stated that initial ideological errors have been erased and that the new People’s Republic of Milesia will embrace Marxist-Leninovism as its official state ideology. The Marxist-Leninovist elements within the republican movement have already began organizing the vanguard party and its new government.” Dimitri Leninov, Kadikistan’s People’s Commissar for External Affairs continued before Holt stood up demonstratively interrupting Dimitri with a stern voice. “What if I refuse?!”, he said with a stern and confident tone. “Then Rurikgrad will become a very unpleasant place, Comrade President, for you and your family.

    Holt sad back down, truly a defeated man. As the other members of his Milesian government sat around the table, some with their eyes fixed on the table as they were so intimidated by their ‘hosts’, in silence. “You will read the following message so that we can broadcast if for all the world to hear.”, Dimitri said as he gave Holt a few papers full of text declaring their allegiance to Marxist-Leninovism and the formation of a new government and military high command. “For the benefit of your people and the survival of the Milesian cause of course.” Dimitri finished, clearly getting some devious enjoyment out of the situation.

    Radio Broadcasting Tower
    Waesfjord
    Milesia


    Things were changing really fast. Fighting was still going on in the harbour, but it became more and more clear that the limited Kadikistani force together with only a few Milesian allies would not hold out much longer. Luckily for the Kadikistani’s the 3,000 men strong Rurikgrad trained Milesian ‘1st Republican Dubra Regiment’ had arrived in the provisional capital of the republic. They would help bring order back to the city forcing the people of the streets with violence if necessary. The local RMLB militias were already doing their best to stop the exodus, but they had been overwhelmed and spread thinly as some also headed for the harbour to assist in the fight with the SWR troops. It was hoped that with the reinforcements they would be able to stop the hordes of what they considered traitors. With John Holt’s forced message declaring the formation of a new People’s Republic of Milesia the ones who would stay and fight now had legitimacy for their continuation. The Milesian leader would soon be declaring his loyalty to Ivar’s ideology over the radio and the city’s public loudspeakers and call for a continuation of the war. It was hoped that many republican troops still doubting would reconsider leaving after being reminded of their oath by their nation’s popular leader. A Kadikistani radio ship beyond the Carintho-Harkaner blockade would help with the transmission. The enormous Kadikistani propaganda machine would work at full capacity in informing not only the people of Milesia, but also the rest of the world that the Milesian government was still in existence and more than that they were ‘Marxist-Leninovist with Milesian Characteristics’.

    Church of Saint Birgit
    City Center
    Lowport


    The Kadikistani offensive on the city centre had been hard and bloody. The first few hours had seen the most territorial gains for Berbadjov’s Expeditionary Force. Kadikistani shock troops surprising the enemy by ending the months-long stalemate in an unseen wave of fresh troops with modern equipment. But the offensive was quickly put to a near halt after Ivernian and Burgundian aircrafts mercilessly bombed republican and Kadikistani positions continuously for days on end. Nearly because regardless of the enemy air support the Kadikistani troops still had a military advantage on the ground due to their modern automatic weapons, machine guns, mortars and armour-piercing rockets in a predominantly bolt-action war zone. The orders remained clear, continue the assault as low-pace as it might be.

    The next objective was the north-western laid Church of Saint Birgit. The building itself had received some brutal punches during the long siege of Lowport and had switched hands a few times since the beginning of the conflict. The outer walls of the church where still standing, safe for one of the western wings, but the roof had collapsed. The tower had collapsed into what the enemy appeared to use as a barricade of bricks. For now it appeared that the church was under control of Burgundian forces, but there was no way for the Kadikistani forces to know for sure. Lt. Col. Ratko Bovinovitch, commander of the 42nd 'First Spear' Brigade and Bannerman to the Burukova Family, was on the front in one of the ruined buildings facing the west side of the church. His eye had fallen on the hole on the western wing of the cross-shaped place of worship. Taking the church would give his ‘First Spears’ an overview and advantage over the surrounding blocks. His brigade had already taken heavy blows, losing nearly a thousand men in the relatively short time they had been in Lowport. In every conflict the Expeditionary Force was sent to the First Spear Brigade would be the division’s spearhead, taking the most glory but also casualties. But Lt. Col. Bovinovitch had never experienced losing a third of his men in just over two weeks. He did not allow himself to be overwhelmed by the intensity and brutallity of the battle, but in the first days some of his offers did. They had been in very intense combat before, but you could never be prepared for the scenes in Lowport, especially the carnage that the aerial bombardment brought forth.

    The mortars have taken down two of the three enemy machine gun nests protecting the church. The third one can’t be targeted without compromising the structural integrity of the building. Without its walls its strategic value decreases severely, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel.”, Capt. Servic informed Lt. Col. Bovinovitch and several other officers. They were meeting in the basement of a burned out pharmacy that served as a temporary command post for the First Spear Brigade. The basement was dark, moist and smelled like burned flesh. You could see Capt. Servic becoming unwell, but that was most likely because he had his ear shot off three days earlier and an infection was spreading rapidly. Bovinovitch waited about three seconds before looking at Capt. Servic as an executioner would at his victim. “Servic, you will lead the first attack squad against the church. We will provide supressing support fire on the enemy’s positions at the windows from our positions in the buildings. You must overrun the last enemy sentry, we will fire several smoke grenades to cover your flanks.” Just as Bovinovitch finished his last sentence an artillery shell drilled its way through the ground above until it entered the basement splitting one of the officers in half and tossing two others aside like rag-dolls. Miraculously the shell did not detonate but remained stuck in the ground of the basement smouldering. Capt. Servic puked instantly after seeing his comrade being split in half, his body parts flying over everyone and everything. Bovinovitch grabbed Servic by his collar blocking him between himself and the basement wall. “Start the attack at once! Your death shall be glorious comrade! Everyone get out of here!

    The surviving men had all rushed out and returned to their individual commands. Bovinovitch slipped Capt. Servic some ‘courage’ just before turning away from him. ‘Courage’ was a term used among soldiers to describe a synthetic drug that would drastically increase the soldier’s energy levels, pain tolerance and confidence. The drug had been developed in Kadikistani military labs several years ago and are officially still in their ‘testing-phase’, but in reality has spread greatly within the Kadikistani military ranks. Servic rubbed the ball shaped drug against his front teeth, scrubbing his already sick looking gums somewhat maniacally. The ball was mostly swallowed or grinded up and smoked, but for the hard-core users who looked for an almost instant most extreme effect rubbing it against your gums was the way. The gums start bleeding fast as there are often shards of glass in the product, forcefully making it enter the blood stream. By the time he reached his squad the ball had disappeared entirely into Servic’s gums leaving him with a bloody mouth with white residue. His men all knew what he had done and some of them started addressing their personal stashes, knowing what was about to come. Other looked in distrust and even fear as they awaited their infectious one-eared bloody mouthed commander to give his order. As he arrived, his eyes wide open and pupils dilated, he addressed his men with an enthusiastic tone and a clear thirst for blood. “We are to take that church! I will personally lead the assault!”. Servic grabbed his KA-47 and cocked it demonstratively. “FOR OUR FATHERLAND! ATTACK! DO NOT STOP UNTIL WE HAVE TAKEN THE CHURCH! FOR THE GLORY OF THE BURUKOVA’S! ATTACK!”, Servic yelled as his lieutenants blew their whistles signalling the assault.

    A total of around sixty men poured out of the adjacent buildings and charged the church. The enemy troops in the latter building were quick to respond with a salvo mowing down the first line of the attack except for a handful of men including the deranged Capt. Servic who screamed and yelled like a suicidal lunatic as he speeded towards the enemy position. The rest of the brigade offered support from the higher locations in the surrounding ruins. By the time Servic and the front of his attack had reached the enemy positions the remaining enemy machine-gun turned towards the attack mowing down the rear of the assault before eventually being overtaken with the use of grenades. The same weapons were also used to clear the windows before the men would storm in. Under heavy fire Servic was the first to enter the church through the hole in the western wing, quickly followed by five of his men. At this point only about twenty of his men had survived and where slowly entering through the hole and the windows. Once inside the Kadikistani troops quickly found cover behind pillars and broken church benches. The shooting inside was fierce and costly on both sides, but Servic and his men quickly mowed through the inside with their automatic weapons against the enemy’s inferior bolt-action rifles. Another squad was already running to help secure the church and more importantly prepare it for a likely counter-offensive. Contrary to what he expected Servic had survived the attack and stood in the centre of the church as his men were taking care of two remaining enemies is the eastern wing of the church. In his mind he did not know what to feel. His body didn’t feel the pain from his infected ear nor his ruined gums, but he did feel a tiddling in his right arm quickly followed by a striking paint in his chest. “No fucking way..”, he whispered to himself, “I’m gonna die from a fucking heart attack”, he thought as he fell down twitching in the middle of the church. Heart attacks were a common side-effect of ‘courage’.

    Raughan's Road
    Lowport


    The Kadikistani Expeditionary Force together with their Milesian allies would continue to keep pressure on the bottleneck in which the Ivernian armour was being pinched. They had to stop them from reaching the city centre so the Ivernian heavy ground weapons couldn't be deployed against the southern Kadikistani offensive that had the same territorial goal. Efforts to stop the Imperial column were increased as more men were brought from the rear to be tossed into the meat grinder. Raughan's road was becoming increasingly less of a road as collapsed buildings, busted tanks, burned out trucks and a who lot of corpses covered the streets, not to mention the craters from the persistent artillery and mortar fire. Brig. Gen. Pjotr Komotec of the 43th 'Breakers' Brigade has already nearly lost half of his men, but his orders were unmistakeable, push-on.
     
  12. Nufruedan

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    -Over The Gothic Sea, heading for Ivernia-
    -13:04, March 13, 1956-
    "This is Aircraft 3 from the Nufruedanian Air Force requesting permission to fly in your airspace." "This is Air Control. State your reason." "Dropping supplies for Ivernish army and people." "Permission granted." The pilot looks down into the sea. He is afraid. It is his first time piloting in an actual combat zone. The windshield of his plane fogs up. He quickly wipes it away. "Air Control, I am approaching the coast, I repeat, I am approaching the coast, over" He gets a response. "Good, Aircraft Number 3. You should see a signal marking the drop zone, over." The pilot looks down again. He sees lit flares arranged in a circular pattern. "Must be it," he mutters. "BOREK, MATIYAS, I'M OPENING THE DROP DOOR. PUSH THE SUPPLIES OUT!" The crates fly out of the back of the plane, with parachutes pulling out already. He is getting ready to turn around, when suddenly a light flashes through his windshield. He winces, then he notices streaks of yellow flying by the windshield. The streaks of yellow are bullets, and they belong to Milesian rebels. A rapid thumping noise starts. "Damn it." the pilot says. Suddenly, a bullet flies through the windshield, ripping through the pilot's skull and causes his head to jerk backwards. Blood is flying everywhere. "Oh god!" the co-pilot yells. He takes control, struggling to steer the damaged aircraft. He glance towards the back, seeing the 2 men holding on to the rims of the windows. The aircraft is now almost reaching the coast of Galla, but it is running out of fuel. "BOREK! TURN OFF THE FUEL VALVE!" Borek gets up, and turns off the fuel. The Nufruedanian border is now in sight. The plane suddenly starts to slow down, careening towards a field of Nufruedan. The plane skids across the ground, slamming the co-pilot into controls and knocking him out. Borek and Matiyas struggle to stay on the aircraft, as the hold on to the bench on the side of the air to avoid falling out, since the door fell off during the skidding. The plane tears in half sending Borek and Matiyas to be crushed by the back half of the aircraft. The half of the plane skids to a halt. The co-pilot wakes up minutes later, covered in blood that was either his or the main pilot's. The faint sound of police, firefighters, and ambulance sirens could be heard in the background.
     
  13. Nicosia

    Nicosia Well-Known Member

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    Lowport

    The night before, a destroyer had slipped in close to the harbor and began to launch boats. It was a side operation as other ships waited a half mile out to see and began to fire their guns. The concussive force of the 15 inch guns of the battleship could be felt close to the harbor and the wail of the massive shells made even the Burgundians cringe. Both another destroyer and the battleship began an hour long bombardment of Kadikistani positions near the Church of Saint Birgit. Anyone near the harbor could smell the burnt cordite wafting inland. The 15 inch and 5 inch HE shells sometimes lit the sky with tufts of flame. Some Burgundians climbed onto roofs near the harbor to watch the spectacle. Indeed, some of the men even prayed for those who were on the receiving end of the terrible bombardment. Even with the shells flying overhead, the small launched boats from the first destroyer began to ferry wounded from the city. The rubble strewn harbor, largely destroyed by Burgundian commando engineers, was unsuitable for ships. After two hours, with the naval bombardment long completed and the wounded evacuated, a minelayer began placing sea mines at the entrance of the harbor. There would be no retreat by sea for the defenders. The destroyer that had evacuated the wounded pulled out to join the other two vessels and began to take its turn at shelling the enemy. Its 5 inch guns fired for only 20 minutes as dawn began to break. By 0630, the naval bombardment had stopped only to be replaced by the thump of every 3 inch mortar that Gramelski could muster. The Burgundian response did not stop at this. 15 heavy bombers, each carrying 18,000 pounds of bombs and flying in formations of 5, began to drop the high explosive bombs near enemy positions. A perpetual cloud of smoke rose from the city center. By 0730, it was quiet in Lowport. No 2 Commando prepared to to assault positions around the church. No. 2 Commando were not quite the caliber of No. 3 or 4 commandos but were still among the elite. They were trained and armed better than any Burgundian in Ivernia and their morale was unquestionable.

    The advance began down Corbal Road, Loughin Street, and Ballybil Street. The side roads were the single best route in. Colonel Remi led them personally. With them was a detachment of the RVI led by Captain Granche. The counter attack began relatively well. The first few buildings were taken without much resistance and even a few prisoners were sent to the rear. Colonel Remi seemed confident that the bombardment had devastated enemy morale, but Granche was skeptical. Slowly resistance grew as the Burgundians made the push. It seemed that the Kadikistanis were initially thrown off guard as the attack converged on the rubble strewn area around the church. It was only a matter of 20 or 30 minutes before the Kadikistani troops regained the initiative. Granche led his men into a house, sweat pouring from his brow. It was not a particularly warm or cold day but they had been moving quickly throughout the attack. He quickly deployed a machine gun in a window which overlooked the square near the church and put a few riflemen on the same floor before leading the men upstairs. The left side of the house was gone. Destroyed by some manner of explosion and its structural integrity questionable, the house was 3 stories tall and on the third floor, Granche deployed with his riflemen. Picking our targets, the riflemen began to lay down a screen of fire as the commandos advanced. Granche moved towards the stairwell to find his radioman. Granche called out grid coordinates so the mortars would accurately open up with smoke. Returning to the window, Granche saw the commandos advancing at a rate which surprised him. The men moved from house to house systematically. Suddenly a man to his left dropped from a bullet hitting right in the chin. Kneeling Granche took up his place as the others fired feverishly to give cover fire. Granche fired as quickly as he could. Suddenly, he saw the commandos pulling back as men in long brown overcoats advanced. Granche turned to run down the stairs to redirect the machine gun fire when suddenly the house gave a lurch. Something had hit it. An explosive of some kind. He had paused before taking stairs two at a time. When he hit the bottom of the stairs, the house lurched violently again and this time, began to shake before pieces of plaster slowly fell from the ceiling. Granche never felt the beam hit him in the back of the head. The house collapsed in a poof of smoke, brick, and dust.

    The commandos had inflicted severely heavy casualties but had taken 143 themselves. The battle seemed to last only minutes but it was a 2 hour fight. The commandos regrouped and pushed again. This time, not as aggressively. The commandos held their ground as the fighting became less fluid. Back at headquarters, Gramelski and other staff listened to the radio quietly as they got a sense of what was happening. Gramelski turned to his staff after finishing his coffee. "So, are the preparations done?" he asked coldly. The staff nodded without much else. Throughout the Imperial and Burgundian lines, activity was pervasive. Soon, the real battle was about to begin.
     
  14. Nicosia

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    The Commandos had resolved to do their best to assault the enemy positions once again. This time, only a few naval shells bombarded the enemy positions in the late morning but mortar fire was constant but only moderately accurate. A late morning cloud cover kept Burgundian aircraft from hitting the enemy until around noon when several light bombers were able to strike the enemy with a moderately fearsome barrage before new cloud cover forced the heavy bombers back to base. It was almost 2 o’clock when the commandos began their advance. Immediately heavy machine gun fire slowed them to a near halt. A squad managed to get into a partially dilapidated house only to find themselves in brutal hand to hand combat. Another squad somehow came to their aid only to find the first squad had been wiped out. The battle for the Church was quickly becoming a Burgundian bloodbath as commandos tried to fight their way into courtyards and blown out homes. While the opposition were also taking casualties, the Burgundian ones were severe. Colonel Remi decided to pull his men back once again to hold the line until something more could be done. The Burgundians had thrown their best unit in at the enemy but they were horribly outnumbered and frankly, tired. Of the 572 Commandos who assaulted the church area, 319 returned unscathed. Remi smoked a cigarette and checked his watch. In another 20 minutes they would attack again. He breathed deep as he knew he needed to say something. Gathering the remaining officers, he swallowed hard. “Gentlemen, I am afraid this attack was never meant to succeed. We are withdrawing from Lowport. Now, I know you must be upset but this is the way of war. Behind us, the army is moving out to Imperial lines. It is our job to keep these bastards busy. After this assault, hell will follow” he said, motioning to the sky. The Colonel did not know that only light aircraft would operate in the heavy cloud cover. “We must regrettably leave the heavily wounded and pray for their care. This is the only way”.

    As the assault was taking place, Gramelski conferred with his staff at the headquarters. Engineers had spent the day destroying city infrastructure with explosives: water pumps, bridges, electric plant, and of course every harbor facility possible. And for the last several hours all of Gramelski’s forces had been prepping to move. The commandos were buying time with their lives as the Ivernish troops under Gramelski began to slip out of the city to Ivernish Imperial lines. The General listened as officers reported on the status of their various missions. Gramelski looked at his watch again. It was almost time. A few trucks had made it into the city and Gramelski had them sent to evacuate the commandos, or what remained of them.

    Remi blew his old style assault whistle as men clambered up, some unaware of what was transpiring. The assault was a slaughter as Burgundian troops, some of the best in the world, fought valiantly. While the Burgundians were certainly inflicting casualties on their foe, the ratio was grim. By the time a wounded Remi called the retreat, 104 appeared. The final attack lasted about two hours and the men that remained were utterly exhausted. As they struggled to pull back, another naval bombardment began. This one as intense as the first. Mortars also opened up on the enemy positions as Remi watched men struggling to get into the trucks and the lightly wounded were hoisted in. Meanwhile the Burgundian main force began to exit as Imperial troops moved in to cover the retreat out of the city.
     
  15. Kadikistani Union

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    While the situation in the harbour was still unclear some order was returning to the city centre. For the first time since the SWR-led evacuation began some days ago the streets were relatively empty with only minor uproar remaining in a few isolated areas. The Dubra Regiment proved essential in providing the local RMLB's with the necessary support to regain control over the city. The latter they did with an iron fist in hopes to set an example that will echo through Milesia. While a huge amount of people were still amassed at the harbour the remaining Marxist-Leninovist Republican forces had managed to intercept many people on their way to the SWR ships near the harbour. Civilians were hard handedly forced to return to their homes while deserters were treated with even more contempt and force. In certain chases shots were fired with losses seemingly unavoidable for both parties, although the order were to avoid casualties. Theoretically Kadikistan nor the Milesian Marxist-Leninovist Movement wouldn't miss those who wanted to abandon the struggle, but the economy wouldn't run itself and factories needed workers. The houses of civilians who were caught trying to escape where marked with white paint so all would know where the "cowards" and the "traitors" lived. An atmosphere of conflict and mistrust was created, former friendly neighbours would become enemies, the workplace was divided stigmatizing those who wanted to flee.

    A curfew was in place and citizens were told to report all 'defeatist' behaviour to the proper authorities of the new People's Republic of Milesia. The same took place in other townships and counties under Marxist-Leninovist control. Deserters and citizens who resisted the new government were arrested and redirected to help fortify the fronts of the world’s second sovereign Marxist-Leninovist republic through forced labour. The Kadikistani-Occupied Areas of Milesia had already seen the creation of three defensive layers as the local population was forced to dig trenches, help camouflage the AA net, construct pillboxes, establish communication lines and other defensive measures. The area Kadikistan was unofficially occupying was not only the base of operations but also the location where they would make their last stand if cities like Waesfjord and Lowport would fall. In that case the three defensive lines with several kilometres in between them would be utilized with the sole purpose of postponing the enemy advance while the remaining Kadikistani and potential Milesian forces would evacuate through the improvised port of Dubra. Other area's under Milesian Marxist-Leninovist underwent the same fortifications. People caught or even rumoured to be thinking about evacuation would have to do forced labour 24/7 to prepare the new Milesia for more attacks. On many places the front-line had already been fortified in the past. In the latter the new government would make sure that the commanders were replaced with those loyal to the new regime. Once an area had finished its defensive works the punished workers would be disposed of mercilessly if they hadn't already dropped from exhaustion earlier. Entire families would be punished and put to work in order to redeem themselves and serve the revolution. During the Kadikistani intervention Milesia would see at least some of its burned down or otherwise destroyed forests rebuild as threes were planted on the larger mass-graves to help prevent damaging discoveries.

    The shooting continued in the harbour region, but with the city itself more or less back under control more and more troops were sent out to bring back the chaotic masses at the harbour one group at a time, always on alert for republican deserters who hadn't dropped their weapons. Small platoons were also sent to reinforce the Kadikistani troops and their Milesian allies fighting off the SWR arrivals.
     
  16. Ivernia

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    The inner streets and alcoves from Raughan's Road to the park had been shelled to pieces before the charge, and even still it was a terrible fight navigating the still standing alleyways, rubble and collapsing buildings - all peppered with republicans for good measure. Lurghan didn't notice any foreign fighters through the alleyway fighting, and figured the Ivernish main assault at the bottom of Raughan's Road must be battling them still. Lurghan breathed relief when he made it through the alleyways - it was a wild run, and many of the alleyways have not been yet 'taken' by the Imperial Army. If the second and third lines do not deliver Lurghan and his comrades won't be able to retreat to the main forces.

    As the buildings thinned he stepped into Johann's Blue Road. A long road which surrounded the perimeter of the entire park. In peacetime, this was a Sunday walk, along the road, watching the lazy trees swaying in the park, and catching some fresh air and smelling the grass and flora. Not today. Lurghan never had the pleasure of walking along the Johann's Blue and he had little interest in it today. The classic cobblestone roads hurt under his sore feet with his shit standard issue boots. The large black iron fence with intricate welding was bent and destroyed along most of the perimeter, or indeed pulled out to be used as metal for barricades elsewhere. There were no trees, pulled up and burned. There was no manicured park or flora. The park was a field of mud. As Lurghan and his men began to filter onto Johann's Blue from the alleyways they could see line after line of trenches. They could see deep cavities in the park where the artillery and bombs hit the men. They could see the Manor, the target, in the distance a ways a way.

    ''See it lads, lay low and look,'' Lurghan called out. ''A manor for the Generals, they said we had to take. They want a house with a nice view.''

    ''Nothin' in the trenches from wha' I can see Captain,'' said Private Kelly, putting down his binoculars. Lurghan took them off Kelly and looked himself. He could see what Kelly figured, it looked like low numbers in the park. ''Don't trust your eyes too much. Who knows how deep those trenches go. We weren't shellin' the manor ya see? Lotta them might have taken the hint, fair few of them will be up in the big house, hiding from our shells n' bombs.''

    Some of the men grimaced. ''I remember when I was a Private doing my stint in the Commonwealth. The Native rebels used to dig a big hole and hide in it up to their heads - only way to hide in a wide open plain! They would pop up and - blast ye!'' Lurghan reminisced with aplomb. ''Just you see here now, looks like the Republicans are taking lessons from the blacks!'' Lurghan's men laughed, and got a bit of vigor back. They crossed the wrecked black iron fence and slowly made their way into the park.

    Lurghan's first foot on the mud made a squelch as muddy water rushed to fill his army boot. Absolute fuckin pile of shite - fuck the Imperial Army, Lurghan thought to himself, reviewing his standard issue boots.

    Suddenly, a Scorpion tank burst through the blackiron fence about 200 meters away from where Lurghan entered. It was on fire and driving at full clip for the trenches - ''Fuck lads look at that scorp go!'' Shouted Private Kelly.

    ''Hit the floor, on yer bellies, start crawling!'' Lurghan hated his own command. Now his stomach was soaked. But such a noise broke any element of surprise they might have had, the soldiers in the park were all now on alert.

    The Scorpion tank flew like a bat across the park, eventually coming across a trench. It slammed into it, sinking low, and kicking a wall of mud 50 feet high. The mud flew high in the air and came back down on the tank with a sloppy thud.

    Lurghan noted, at least it put the fire out. He and his men started to crawl across the park. They coated themselves in mud too, to try not to be seen so easily. Some of Lurghan's fellow Captains decided to battle in a more ''glorious'' fashion. The attack on the Manor was not just Lurghan of course, many units conversed on the park at the same time. But this far from command and some of the Captains, particularly the Noble-Born who bought their rank, were charging across the park to dive into the trenches. Some made it of course, but plenty more were torn to shreds by machine guns in the Manor. Such was their fate, Lurghan mused. Foolhardy young bastards. The least they could try to do with their miserable life, is to not get those who served under them killed so quickly.

    As Lurghan and his men reached a trench he noticed it was about 8 foot deep. His men readied their guns. This far away from the Manor there were no Republicans in these trenches, but all the same. Ready the guns.

    Captain Lurghan raised himself from prone and jumped into the trench. Losing his footing immediately on the wet mud he slipped and fell, falling sideways into the wall of the trench and covering half his uniform in fresh mud. Some of his men dragged him up by the arms and kept running. It wasn't just the mud, but running crouched was throwing off Lurghan's balance, not to mention his back. He kept a hand on his automatic just in case one of his men tried to swipe it. The Captain and his men kept shambling through the deep trench until they reached a barricade built and blocking the path. Lurghan laughed as he recognized the black iron, ''Ah here lads here's the famous blackiron fence sure isn't it lovely?'' The men laughed too, until they saw republicans running up the trench beyond the barrier.

    The men dived down, and crawled in front of the barricade. It started to rain again. The had to rush up to the iron bars, they needed to get their guns through the bars before the rebels. They laid down on the trench ground, stuck the rifles through the barricades and started firing. The rebels fired back and Lurghan kept himself low, bascially lying on the ground in a ball with his gun out, shouting to the men to press on. The bullets from the rebels ricocheted off the iron barricade and flew in wild directions. One bullet struck off of his Radiomans' helmet. ''It's a good thing that hit your head and not your radio, Francis!,'' Lurghan shouted to him, laughing in the height of the gun fight. ''You're right there Captain,'' his radioman shouted back, ''I lose the radio and I'm out of the High King's coin. Lose my brain and they'll make me a general!''

    The gunfire continued. It was difficult for Lurghan to even get a shot, as he was behind his men and shooting past the iron fence was a tricky shot. He felt every second like a hundred years, as he feared if the rebels had a grenade, they'd feel pretty compelled to use it right about now. Bullets flew ever faster and more numerous, his men were getting desperate. It was only a matter of time before one of his men was hit. ''No!'' Kelly shouted, as he shot at a rebel creeping forward. Kelly's aim was true, as he hit the Rebel in the face. Lurghan looked away from the splatter. He had seen men being shot in the face before, no had no interest in watching a repeat performance.

    Suddenly the men began to hear movement from behind them. ''Fuck behind us lads, this is it, ready yourselves!'' Lurghan rolled from his stomach onto his back and cocked his Charlton Auto, ready to spray and pray. He kept his eyes on the bend in the trench, the bastards would poke past it any second. He tried to keep calm, while gunfire continued behind him past the blackiron fence.

    ''Oi Captain Lurghan ya prick don't shoot us! It's Sergeant Dalton!'' Said a friendly voice from around the corner, like a song of an angel, was that sentence so sweet to Lurghan and his men.

    ''Oh fuck.'' So many emotions washing over Lurghan, it was hard to say much more. ''Oi wait, don't go 'round the corner, we're locked down by the republican cunts like.''

    ''Fuck. Yer fucked then.''
    The Sergeant remarked from behind the corner.

    ''No, throw us a grenade you cunt. Pass it over to me.''
    Lurghan shouted back at the reluctant Sergeant. ''Throw it over and I'll 'ave these feckless fucks. I know yer mother, Dalton, you'd better be handing me a grenade!''

    A hand swiped across the corner quick as a flash and a grenade found it's way to Lurghan's men. ''Francis take that!'' The Captain ordered pointing to the grenade. Francis nodded and slid past his backpack radio, instead clasping his hands around the muddy little grenade like it was mana from heaven. The gunfire continued as heavy as ever. Lurghan heard shouting from his men, and saw blood coming from Kelly's arm. Lurghan turned away from his radioman and crawled to his privates at the Blackiron fence, he looked closer at the arm, it was only a flesh wound. ''You're fine Kelly for fucks sake! Keep shooting! Francis, would ya ever throw that fucking gren-'' He saw the grenade sail over the fence. Many of the rebels saw it, shouted and turned to flee. The Imperials all sunk their faces into the mud, literally the last part of them not covered in mud. The explosion was as loud as it was deep, as with a thunderous roar mud rocketed up and over the trenches and flew in every direction. The shrapnel hit the iron barricade and damaged it. Many of the rebels died in the explosion, but some survived - fleeing deeper into the trenches. With the explosion, Sergeant Dalton took the initiative to move forward with his men. Lurghan felt relief at the minor victory, but he had barely even entered the trenches. There was a long way to go. Lurghan only hoped the rain did not keep up, as the water began to pool around his feet in the trench. Lurghan called out to all men around him.

    ''We move out, to the manor. If you don't want to follow me through these ditches, feel free to make a date with the machine guns above us - so come on!''
     
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  17. Nicosia

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    The clatter of hooves filled Rue Saint-Louis as the Grand Duke rode his horse Palmyra, flanked by Guard Lancers. It was the annual Parade of St. Marie in which the Dukes of Bourgogne had taken part in since the 1810's. Thousands turned out despite the cold and overcast weather. School children, soldiers, pensioners, and all manners of social clubs took part in the procession. The total procession was over a mile long with carriages, marching bands, and cars. It was a widely attended spectacle with tens of thousands of spectators. The Grand Duke wore a light brown uniform and ash gray cloak, his brown horse constantly was bit chomping; much to the annoyance of the Grand Duke. The band ahead played the march La Galette as a few small misty drops of cold rain fell. Grand Duke Maximilien wheeled his horse, the two closest lancers following on either side. The spot where the Grand Duke had stopped was a popular place for famous and government officials to meet with spectators. The Grand Duke dismounted and began to shake hands. Maximilien removed his gray gloves and was sure to look the onlookers in the eye as he shook hands. The lancers nervously watched the crowd as did two policemen who stood by the temporary fence. Maximilien went down the line shaking as many hands as possible. A gust of cold wind ruffled the cloak of the Grand Duke. The line grew thick as spectators pushed for a chance to shake the Grand Dukes hand. Later, Maximilien would recall seeing the pistol but would say that his mind did not fully register it. As he went to shake the man's hand, belonging to Myles Llewellyn, it struck him. Maximilien relized Llewellyn had extended a pistol. The Grand Duke reached for the gun as the lancers drew pistols from hidden saddle holsters, dropping their ceremonial lancers. Maximilien's hand was over the barrel as it fired and the would be assassin yelled. Some recalled "Milesia must be free" and others recalled him yelling "Milesia must be free of tyrants". Llewellyn was subdued by a crowd as the Grand Duke collapsed; the other lancers riding over. Almost all had dropped their lances, replacing them with pistols or swords. Mayhem reigned.
     
  18. Kadikistani Union

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    Kadikistan dismantling large quantities of Milesian industrial equipment?
    AP Waesfjord

    Highly reliable local sources in and around Waesfjord have reported an increased foreign presence in the industrial zones within the territories of the self-proclaimed 'People's Republic of Milesia' (PRM). The latter was founded on the 14th of March 1956 after a split occurred in the Milesian republican movement causing the Kadikistani supported 'Marxist-Leninovist Republican Movement' to break away and proclaim what is also known as the 'Second Milesian Republic'. Outside of a handful of unaligned militias all other republican factions have either surrendered or abandoned the way of the armed struggle. The last four weeks local sources have indicated that more and more foreign-speaking forces are being deployed in and around the remaining industrial areas under PRM control together with thousands of forced labourers. The forced working force is the result of one of the PRM's first official acts which was to 'adequately punish defeatist elements within the republican movement while offering them a chance to redeem their crimes' according to government officials. Reports indicate that over ten thousand of such forced labourers exist and that they are currently being used to fortify the PRM's military defence positions as well as the dismantling of Milesia's industrial capacity. Many stories are circulating that the death-toll among these forced labourers is nothing short of catastrophic. PRM officials have denied the latter, but not the fact that their industrial equipment is being dismantled and shipped off.

    Col. Nathan Mac Clancy, who was recently appointed 'Revolutionary Commissar for War' of the Kadikistani-backed PRM government made the following statement last week: "It is true that a substantial amount of Milesia's industrial production is being dismantled and transported to a secure location for safe-keeping. The industrial equipment being dismantled is limited to the factories and other facilities that are currently inactive due to a lack of manpower and sometimes even expertise. The latter being a direct consequence of the defeatist actions by the world republican elements formerly within the movement. The People's Government deems it more opportune to stock our valued industrial capacity in a safe heaven so they can be returned when the situation stabilizes. This way it will not fall into Ivernian imperialist hands should the revolution suffer under further enemy advancements." Mac Clancy nor Keinan O'Malley, Revolutionary Commissar for Internal Affairs, refused to give any further details on the exact amount of industrial equipment being dismantled. Local sources have contested the PRM's claim that only inactive factories are being emptied and are saying that even the operational factories are being "raided by foreign forces".

    A local functionary and volunteer AP correspondent who wishes to stay anonymous due to the well-documented brutal repression of the newly established Kadikistani-backed state managed to contact us, risking his life while doing so: "I witnessed well-organized Kadiki-speaking forces in cooperation with PRM collaborators shutting down and dismantling active factories and even forcefully enlisting workers into their militias. Me and several others attempted to track the huge transports to see where our country's industrial resources were being taken. We managed to follow them until we reached the fortifications around the counties of Dubra, Rulex and Féin, commonly becoming known as 'Little Kadikistan'. A nickname three counties got after the infamous 'Kadikistani Revolutionary Volunteer Forces' established it as their base of operations in Milesia in February. We suspect the improvised harbour at Dubra is used for sending the equipment to Rurikgrad, Kadikistan." The testimony suddenly took an even more grim turn. "On the way back some of us were intercepted by a RMLB (ed. Republican Marxist-Leninovist Brigade) which capture three of my friends. That happened two days ago so I am expecting PRM collaborators at my doorstep at any moment. My friends have undoubtedly already endured hours of torture, something which the new regime is increasingly known for. That is why I will head for the harbour in hopes of reaching a SWR evacuation vessel, but not before I made this last independent report coming from AP Waesfjord."

    We at AP International wish all our correspondents in Milesia the best of luck and urge all parties to respect the freedom of press. We hope to be able to keep updating the world on the ground situation in the terrible Ivernish-Milesian conflict.
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    Lieutenant Andrej Vradistok and his platoon was one of the many units on 'clean-up' patrol in the Industrial zone of Waesfjord. Besides dismantling the Milesian industry under control of the People Republic these units were charged with processing the massive piles of administrative documents. More specifically they were looking for sensitive information such as military or industrial blueprints. The latter would be shipped straight to Kadikistan were the modern Milesian industrial plans could be rebuild partly with their own equipment in combination with Kadikistani industrial materials. The military blueprints potentially even more important since Kadikistan already had modern industry, but Ivernish aircraft were technologically superior to their Kadikistani counterparts. Not only Kadikistani interests were served however. In this chase Kadikistan had been approached by another outside party who shared their interest for the Milesian industry and more-so the Ivernish air force.

    Lieutenant Vradistok were searching a building of the Aodh-Mór Corporation, one of the major providers of the Ivernish military, specializing in aircrafts. The U-shaped building was on the edge of the industrial zone with the city centre not too far away. It had a small square in front of it were with only what remained of an old fountain decorating it. The fountain, in a distant past meant to impress visitors interested in doing business with Aodh-Mór, had been used as a shooting pole to execute what the authorities claimed were ‘counterrevolutionaries’. Man and women judged by the blood-soaked hand of the infamous People’s Tribunals being held. From behind the fountain a thick black smoke arouse as a huge pile of papers and furniture was burning giving the inner façade of the U-shaped building a black layer. Soldiers would throw all non-essential documents out of the windows and into the burning pile. Anything looking remotely useful was put in boxes and put on, often confiscated, trucks and tractors. There was a constant flow of trucks coming from the various searched buildings in the city heading towards Dubra were they would be shipped to Rurikgrad. From there on out countless apparatchiks would spend numerous hours translating and analysing the boatloads of documents.

    Vradistok had his eyes fixed on the large fire for several minutes, allowing it to take his mind away from his situation. The war, the executions and the humanitarian crisis to name just a few. He missed his family, his wife and seven kids waiting in Belgarsk, Southern Kadikistan. His large family was politically motivated as the ‘Glorious Leader’ Nikolai Leninov had called upon all Kadikistani’s to reproduce as much as possible to tackle the demographic crisis of the late 30’s. However large he loved every single one of them, even the last set of twins that were born while he was abroad. But dwelling over his family was abruptly interrupted by one of his Sergeants steadily marching towards him, ”Comrade Lieutenant, I think you need to see this.” , he said in a disciplined way. ”What is this, Sergeant?”, he inquired as he was already opening the map he was just given. The Sergeant waited for Vradistok to unfold the blueprints that accompanied several other documents in the map. ”This… This is a blueprint for an Ivernish fighter-jet.” Vradistok said clearly surprised after a series of disappointments during his searches. ”This… This will make my carreer…”, he said more silently with nobody but the Sergeant hearing him. The latter noticeably disappointed by a lack of compliments coming from his superior. ”Seal this rated ‘Highly Sensitive’ and give it high priority. This must reach Rurikgrad as soon as possible. Our Glorious Leader will be pleased. Get me on a line with Comrade General Berbadjov. I want to inform him personally of my success.”, Vradistok said making his Sergeant release a noticeable grunt as he stepped back and turned around in a disciplined fashion. Lieutenant Vradistok was clearly pleased, with Captains falling like flies in Lowport there was much room for promotion.

    The Bluepints would be smuggled out of Kadikistan-controlled Milesia with the highest security protocols. Once this knowledge would reach the higher echelons in Ivar a call would be made towards another interested occasional partner in Himyar.
     
  20. Kadikistani Union

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    Waesfjord
    Milesia


    It had been roughly two months since the 'People's Republic of Milesia' was proclaimed on the 14th of March. Since then the Kadikistani-appointed 'Provisional Republican Government' was given the ungrateful task of organizing the Milesian lands under Marxist-Leninovist control. With the Expeditionary Force in cooperation with local collaborators stripping Southern Milesia from all its movable capacity the industrial economy was rapidly collapsing. Much to the disdain of Stefan Browne, a scholar appointed as the Revolutionary Commissar for Industry, Lumber and Fishing, who's offices were predominantly occupied facilitating the dismantlement. Browne was recently put under surveillance because higher cadres suspected him of attempting to safe some industrial capacity by requesting special approvals from Ivar. This made the procedure longer and meant the dismantlement was frequently slowed down due to the overly complicated bureaucracy. Browne saw past the propaganda that claimed that the industrial materials were being sent off to Kadikistan for 'safe-keeping until the situation improved', but even though the policy was to make the PRM state become a beacon of stability with a steady government that the people would cling-on to he could not risk criticizing too loudly. Everyone was replaceable and Kadikistan needed his own interests served. For now there was not much he could do but sit in his powerless office with Kadikistani Shlebuchya agents breathing down his neck signing documents and facilitating the plundering of his beloved land.

    In the relatively few rural areas under PRM flag Seamus Hennessey and his Revolutionary Commissariat for Agriculture was tasked with collectivising the lands in an effort to feed the increasingly hungry population more efficiently. The blockade set against Milesia by several nations had made it much harder to get in humanitarian aid. The situation had become so critical that Kadikistan even made a call to the international community to pressure Bourgogne and Charintia-Harkány into ending the blockade and allowing humanitarian aid to reach Milesia without inspection. Besides feeding the Milesian population as well as the people of Gouw Marken was a large drain on the Kadikistani resources, and the less food they would have to send the better. Therefore it was believed that a collectivised rural Milesia could at least lessen the humanitarian burden that Kadikistan could not escape. This had proven rather difficult as many landowners protested the land reforms forced upon them by the new self-proclaimed government. These protests were quickly suppressed by the increasingly organized Republican Marxist-Leninovist Brigades with Kadikistani support. Like in Kadikistan the PRM had adopted a 'Military Priority Policy', which in this case meant that the Republican soldiers would be fed first if the food supply depletes even further. Hennessey feared famine every day as more and more reports came in from people in more remote areas found dead by starvation. The war, a passing but harsh winter and now the hunger was making the people weary.

    The real leader of the PRM was not John Holt, who was technically Head of State purely to give the PRM legitimacy, but rather the relatively unknown Sebastian O'Brien. O'Brien was a former steel factory worker native to Waesfjord and very known among the industrial workers of the city as a former radical trade union leader who never hid his admiration for the Democratic Republic of Kadikistan. His support base solely rested with the city's proletariat, more specifically the steel workers, with the rest of the city formerly considering him a harmless occasional nuisance, until recently when he was appointed General-Secretary of the Milesian Marxist-Leninovist Workers' Party. People of the coastal areas under Marxist-Leninovist control rarely knew who he was as his former fame did not pass beyond the city boundaries. Although the General-Secretary has less power then Nikolai Leninov had in Kadikistan, the Milesian commissariats enjoying significantly more autonomy in comparison, he was considered the most powerful government official. O'Brien ruled the People's Republic of Milesia as a Kadikistani Oblast, obeying ever order that came from Ivar. The city was being purged from all people deemed to be involved in 'counter-revolutionary activity'. The People's Republic of Milesia was just two months old, but it had already made its permanent mark on Ivernish soil. These were dark times.
     

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