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Sardakistan, Hill 3234

It was quite around the camp that early morning. A few soldiers lined the makeshift walls of sandbags mixed in with stones and rocks thrown on top for the added protection. No more convoys passed through the strategic route, the nearby FOB which had relayed information of small Mujahideen movement had been abandoned as ordered, and only a few helicopters could be heard or seen in the distance. The surrounding mountains seemed peaceful to the Airborne stationed on the hill, and any thought or menton of the elusive watching them was never brought up. Most of the heavy machine guns that were supposed to have a man on them (or near them) at all times, were empty. Their operators were relaxing in a tent, or sitting somewhere eating their rations.

"When do you think we'll be leaving?" Asked Dimitri, looking over at his comrade Sergey, who shared the same guard shift with him.

"I couldn't tell you. Anton says that if we don't get the order we'll be leaving tomorrow." Answered Sergey

"I mean, we've been up here for some time now. The only encounter we've had up here has been with passing convoys and a few goat farmers." The conscript laid his rifle up against a nearby rock, raising binoculars up to his eyes to survey the surrounding mountains.

"Well maybe the superiors are still figuring out the logis-" Sergey was interrupted by the shouts of "Mujahideen" which erupted from the other side of the camp alongside the burst of a Kord, followed by an explosion that shook the hill. Soon, the woods around the hill lit up with a hail of Ak fire, small clouds of dust erupting along the walls where the bullets hit. Around the gate where the explosion had occurred, 3 men had been killed who were too close to the front gate at the time of the explosion. Company Commander Anton Vyacheslav, who had been asleep in his personal tent at the time, had leaped out of his cot, grabbing the pistol which laid on the desk across. He began to run wild around the camp looking for the radio operator who he later found shot in the arm and laying in cover behind some sandbags.

"Does the radio still work, Artyom?" Yelled Anton over the sound of gunfire.

"Yes sir! But, I've been hit in the arm, sir!" Replied the radio operator.

"What matters is that it works, Artyom! Now, I'll go and grab the medic for you!" He turned to find the nearest medic, but quickly faced Artyom once again. "However, I need you to try and call for support from the nearest Air Assault Unit in Obran! Tell them we're under heavy Mujahideen attack, and need urgent air support. Understood?" After Artyom nodded his head in acknowledgement, Anton ran for the medic on the other side of the base. Anton later returned with the medic as promised, running over next to Artyom to ask if support was on the way. "So, are they coming?"

"Yes they are!" Answered Artyom, who was relieved the company commander had got him the medic he was in desperate need of.

"How far out are they?" Asked Anton as he fired the rifle that Artyom was not using into the woods below.

"In 45 minutes sir." Artyom replied, fighting through the pain that filled his arm.

Air Assault Unit, Obran.

A siren blared throughout the base which held the last Air Assault Unit in Sardakistan. The pilots rushed to their helicopters, of which there is only two left behind due to the exit plan currently in place. After the urgent call for help from the nearby hilltop position, the pilots are making sure to load up with as much armaments as they can. To avoid an incident with Foledonian pilots, a transmission is sent out to alert them of the urgent situation that is developing on Hill 3234.

"Sir, locals have attacked a Nogovastani outpost on hill 3234. We have aircraft on patrol within range to provide CAS."

Major General Newsome looks at his intelligence officer and replies. "Spin up the QRF and get those planes on course to make a super sonic fly over. No weapons release. Contact Foleish command for guidance on the situation. Have QRF orbit but not land or engage until we get guidance."

The Dolphin Isles and Ionona

Warrant Officer Hanley pilots his MV-22 towards the radio call sent out by Nogovastani forces under assault by a local militia. In the passenger compartment sit 28 soldiers clad in the black digital camouflage with blue band around their helmet.

"Goshawk 1, you are to orbit the fight and record the skirmish with your ISR equipment. If you begin to take fire, you are to vacate the area and return to base."

"Rodger that farmhouse. Will observe only." Hanley switches his mic to the intercom to tell the passengers the news. "We won't be touching down or providing over watch. We've been ordered to just fly around and watch so enjoy the ride and probably take a nap while you can."

Ionona

"The industrial juggernaut that was formally known as Delta Inc. has been broken up in to its respective child companies. Delta Automotive, the leader in automotive manufacturing in NFMS, has been released while retaining the name and assets it previously had. Delta Defense is still the largest arms manufacturer in the nation but no longer has ties to the other cooperations. Delta Aerospace was rebranded as Vega Aerospace and maintains the same staff and facilities as Delta Aerospace. This follows years of legal disputes over anti trust laws by other cooperations within the nation. We shall see if this has any impact on the newly formed companies as they fend for themselves in their respective markets. Now to Helen for sports."

The Dolphin Isles, Great coalition, and Ionona

May 11th marks a special day in the calendars of every Dolphinesian for it is the day that is marked as the founding of the great nation of The Dolphin Isles. To celebrate this special occasion, the government is holding a week of extremely boisterous festivities across the United Archipelago and invites numerous world leaders to come and partake in them.

(ooc: The Dolphin Isles turned six years old today :))

Ionona

Great coalition

Hell on the battlefield 0730 local time, The mountains surrounding Hill 3234.

“The attack has stalemated” Snake growled as he looked at the fighters through his binoculars.

The fighters started the assault strong. The suicide truck nearly made it to the gate but the massive explosion left the soldiers in the base shocked. However, the preceding assault only made marginal gains. The Mujahedeen surrounded the hill, hosing the outpost with bullets, but the soldiers defending the hill have thus far been keeping the fighters at bay. Numerically advantageous, the Mujahedeen weren’t able to match the superior training of the Nogovostanian soldiers or the superior firepower of the heavy machine guns. Still, the Mujahedeen pushed upwards the best they could against the withering fire.

“We need to call off this assault” Sigint stood looking at the battle unfolding before the two “Their all dead unless they can start making ground”

“Yep” Snake lowered his binoculars and started walking away from the hillside overlooking the battle. “But the Colonel would never call it off if it makes him look weak.”

“Mister Snake!” the Colonel called. He stood next to a truck with a covered bed. A group of soldiers were at the back trying to pull something off the back of the truck. “Mister Snake, come over here. I have something to show you.”

“Colonel Safir, we need to call this off” Snake walked towards the Colonel who stood waiting with a gleaming grin covering his face

“Why would I ever do that Mister Snake? This battle is far from over.” The Colonel grabbed him by the shoulder and began to lead him towards the back of the truck. “Our engineers have just finished making something that will when us the day”

Snake looked behind the truck to see the soldiers carefully pushing a piece of towed artillery from the truck.

“What in the ever living hell is that?” Snake gasped looking at the hodgepodge of extruded steel and tractor tires affixed to a large tube.

“Can you not see for yourself? This is a most gracious gift from Allah. He has bestowed my engineers with the knowledge to make what they call a ‘Hell Cannon’!” Colonel Safir walked to the back of the tuck and made a beckoning motion.

“What school did your engineers go to?” Snake stood confused looking at the ‘Hell Cannon’. It didn’t look like a conventional artillery piece. Those had complex hydraulic dampers and muzzle brakes. This was little more than a tube with very thick walls with tractor tires welded to the sides. But the more he looked at it the more unmistakable it seemed. It was a piece of improvised artillery. Crude, but the more he stared the more feasible it seemed.

“Mister Snake, how low must your opinion of us be?” Colonel Safir replied with a hint of disappointment in his voice. He turned away from the truck and towards Snake holding a propane tank with some welded steel extrusions protruding from the top. “The engineers that built this cannon studied at that Dolphin place. I assure you, we may live a simple life by your standards, but we are far from simple as we may appear.” Colonel Safir lowered the propane tank on it’s extrusions. “This bomb, and many like it, will be fired from that cannon and change the tides of the battle.” Colonel Safir picked the bomb back up, hefting it over his shoulder. “You will see Mister Snake. You will see. Inshallah”.

After an hour Colonel Safir met Snake on the side of the hill overlooking the battle.

“It is time.” Colonel Safir said, placing his hand on Snakes shoulder. “The invaders on that hill will see the might of the Mujahedeen.” Colonel safir raised a small handheld radio to his mouth “Fire”.

A large bang followed by a blistering cloud of sand roared from the cannon, covering everything in the camp. Snake covered his face, trying his best to keep the sand out of his mouth, nose and eyes. Shortly afterwards the sand began to settle revealing the battle still roaring on the hill. After a few short moments a massive cloud of dust blew from the hill just outside the wall of the outpost followed by a soft bang.

“See Mister Snake, this cannon will change the tides” Colonel safir raised his radio once more. “Load another bomb. Our brothers need us”

Ionona

"Famehouse, we have a cloud of gas blowing around and what looks like a scrap cannon. Requesting for a low fast pass by our fighter cover. I believe the locals to be using chemical weapons."

"Negative Goshawk we are not to intervene. Foledonian command is calling the shots here we aren't. You will continue to observe and record."

"Roger that. Goshawk out."

Great coalition and Ionona

State of Zetrogorsk

Zetrogorsk, the capital of Nogovastan, was home to the majority of Adrik’s supporters, and most of his government’s officials. It was also home to some of the most important government buildings in Nogovastan. The National Assembly Building for example, stood in the center of the city with the Ministry of Defense just across the street. Other important structures that Zetrogorsk held were the People’s Army Headquarters/General Staff Headquarters, National Guard Headquarters, and the Zetroshutavić Endotlićka Company Building (and main factory). However, the city has experienced a growth in anti-communist, and anti-Adrik, sentiment. Although, the majority of Zetrogorsk still supports Adrik, and the current government, this hasn’t stopped a small minority sympathetic to the nationalist cause from taking up arms with mostly hunting rifles, and setting up sniper positions in the hills that overlook the city. Those in the city who did not take up arms, leave for the hills, and join the fight (essentially the entire city), are deemed as combatants and fair game by the nationalists. Most citizens in Zetrogorsk now avoid crossing the street if an army vehicle isn’t around to shield them from the nationalist snipers in the hills. A state of emergency is declared by Adrik, who has been directing most decisions from his villa, still refusing to directly confront and update the people on current events. However, Adrik has ordered the military to prioritize the capital of Zetrogorsk the most over other cities, guaranteeing the residents the city will not fall.

Radio Free Nogovastan

The major city of Serjitopska has almost been entirely liberated from the Government’s rule. However a final obstacle stands in the way between the nationalists, and securing their first victory of the war. That obstacle is the two story building of the Ministry of Public Affairs and Media. During the early days of fighting, it had been stormed a total of six times by the nationalists, with all failing, and resulting in heavy casualties. Instead of risking more lives, it was decided to surround, and besiege the building until it could be properly dealt with. After careful planning, and the remaining government forces in the city dealt with, there can now be an attempt to finish off the battered defenders. In order to insure a complete victory, newly acquired armored support will assist in taking the building.

The use of armor in the assault proved to be a key factor in the taking of the building. Although heavy casualties were again suffered on the side of the nationalists, the building was eventually taken, and her eighteen defenders thrown into a mass grave behind the building. Nationalist casualties from all previous attempted takings number at around five hundred, with one tank lost during the final assault. While not only the final stronghold for government forces in Serjitopska, the newly captured media building will allow for the broadcasting of nationalist propaganda (music, messages, calls to arms, etc.), while also allowing communication with other nationalist cells and communities.

"You can see Air Force 1 lifting off from Henderson Air Force Base, escorted by 4 fighters, on their way to the Dolphin Isles. The President and his family are headed there to partake in celebrating the founding of the Dolphin Isles. After this comcercial break, Jessica has new regarding a possible international racing league between Nation for Mutual Security and Great Coalition."

The Dolphin Isles and Ionona

Hill 10610(3234), Sardakistan

It had become clear to the airborne defending the hilltop that the Mujahideen weren’t here for a quick shootout like usual. Their determination to wipe the defenders from the hill became clearer as the battle grew in ferocity. Despite the Mujahideen’s superior numbers however, the brave defenders from the 3rd Company of the 55th People's Airborne Brigade have proven themselves to be a formidable opponent to the Islamic attackers.

“Pass me another mag, Dimitri!” Sergey screamed over the sounds of gunfire.

“I’ve got none left, Sergey!” Responded the young conscript. “I’ll need to go grab some more on the other side of the camp!”

“I don’t care where you get it from!” Shouted Sergey, as he continued to fire down into the treeline just below the hill. The Mujahideen on their side of the hill had been inching ever so closer to their defensive positions. Although, it wasn’t that hard to do so for the Mujahideen, since it was only Dimitri and his comrade Sergey holding the best they could. “Dimitri wait!” Sergey called to him as he was leaving to grab more munitions. “Tell the others we need help. They’re almost through over here!” With that, Dimitri made his way to the other side of camp where the ammo was stored in a tent.

Dimitri had been careful when making his way to the munitions tent. Every now and then he would hear an explosion or someone yelling for a medic. He had been frantically searching about the boxes when his company commander burst inside, catching him off-guard. “Sir!” He said, turning to look at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for a smoke grenade. Preferably, a red one.” He responded in a tone that was much too calm for the situation they were in. “Like the one in that box you’re holding.” Motioning to the box of grenades held by Dimitri.

“Oh, of course.” Dimitri reached in, handing the red smoke to his company commander.

“Thanks, comrade.” He turned to leave before stopping to face Dimitri again. “Wait, why aren’t you back at your defensive position? Did you abandon your comrades?” He questioned Dimitri.

“No, sir.” Dimitri responded timidly. “I came to grab more ammo for my comrade and I. We’re practically out, and it’s only us holding the southern half of the hill. I can’t stay any longer.” He quickly grabbed a box of ammo before leaving the tent. His company commander did the same soon after.

Dimitri was not as careful on his way back to Sergey like when he left. He had tripped a couple of times while sprinting his way back. By the time he had made it, the Mujahideen below their defensive positions were closer than ever. They were no longer using the treeline for cover, and instead used the rocks that were only feet away from them. His comrade, Sergey, was leaned up against a wall of sandbags, staying as low as he could, clutching his AK74m. It didn’t take long for him to notice that Dimitri was running towards him, unaware that he was in range of the Mujahideen who were only a few feet away. “Dimitri! Get down you bast-” He was interrupted when a shot rang out, followed by Dimitri falling face first into the ground. The box of munitions falling with him. “Oh blyat!” Sergey Screamed. “Dimitri! Dimitri! Are you alive?” Sergey yelled to him, while reaching over to grab the box of munitions that had fallen closer to him. A small moan that sounded like it took all his energy came from Dimitri, assuring his comrade that he was alive. While loading a new magazine he tried to talk with his injured comrade who was lying face down in the dirt. “Where are you hit?”

“Lower leg.” He groaned in agony.

“Well you’re gonna live, Dimitri.” Sergey reassured him while he tossed a grenade over the sandbags. Around this time, their company commander had ordered three more men to help relieve them after hearing it was just the two of them defending against the enemy horde. When they had arrived, they made sure to suppress the Mujahideen enough for Sergey to drag Dimitri to safety behind the sandbags. “Are you guys all that we’re getting over here?” Sergey asked the three comrades who had been sent to relieve them.”

“What did you expect? These goat farmers have us surrounded on all sides, so we’re spread pretty thin.”

“Well, as you can see, we haven’t been faring too well over here. I sent Dimitri to grab more ammo for us. And I guess they knew what was happening because they managed to get this close to us while he was gone.” Every now and then he would peek over the sandbags to fire a burst.

“Comrade, do not be too worried, we have helicopters on the way. We should be able to break out of this once they arri-” A loud explosion suddenly erupted throughout the camp, a cloud of dust was seen rising from where the explosion had originated. Soon after, two men in the vicinity of the explosion were observed gasping for air. They desperately reached in their kit for their gas masks. It was too late. The shouts of “gas” now filled the air as the airborne frantically threw on their gas masks that no one had thought would be needed. Chaos soon ensued as defenders were picked off as they tried to put on their masks, making themselves vulnerable to enemy fire. As their numbers dwindled from thirty-nine to thirty-three, many believed they would spend their last moments alive on the hill.

Although their gas masks muffled it, the ever-increasing sound of two JF-24s reassured the men that the Mujahideen would feel the true might of the Ноговастан ВДВ.

Nation for Mutual Security, The Dolphin Isles, Great coalition, and Ionona

Jeffries listens to his platoon leader address the formation. “MOPP level 0 has been set. Everyone is to report to S6 to be issued their mask, JSLIST suit, gloves, and boots. All personnel will then report to the barracks to store their suit gloves and boots. Masks will be carried at all times. We don’t know what chemical agent has been employed so squad leaders will pick up nerve agent antidote kits from medical after picking up their MOPP gear. Squads going on patrol will pack their full gear in their vics. I think that’s all unless sergeant first class has anything to put out.”

“Hey, I don’t care which of you f*ckers isn’t flushing the g*ddamn toilets in the f*cking barracks but it’s stopping right f*cking now, If I catch who ever it is I will literally beat the f*ck out of you. Am I clear?”

“Hoo Yaa Sergeant First Class!” Yells the platoon.

“Alright. That’s all we got. Platoon, dismissed.”

The Dolphin Isles and Ionona

Long live Zekalia and its strong, affluent trade bonds.

That is all...

Klaxons blare as crewmen rush to their stations. "General quarter general quarters. All hands man your battle stations. Up and forward on portside. Down and aft on starboard. Reason for general quarters, integrated training team environment." comes over the 1MC.

"Are you sh*tting me? This isn't even real." sighs intelligence specialist third class Morrison.

"Ya it's a drill. What else would it be. We're off the coast of some backwards sand people and the the only Nogo aircraft in the air near us are unarmed." IS3 Ogden replies.

"I know but like playing fireman gets old after a while. Can't something real happen at least once."

Boatswains mate whistles come over the 1MC. "Prepare for word from the commanding officer."

"Good morning crew this is the captain. I will be pausing today's drill in order to facilitate a new posture we've just been put in. Fourth Fleet has put all of CSG 3 and ESG 2 into MOPP level 0. This means as of now, all crew must have Mk50 gas masks on their person at all times and full JSLIST suits, gloves, and boots will be stored within the work center. S6 will be issuing these items by department starting with air. The XO will be putting out a list via email shortly for the order of departments. Once ever department is issued their PPE, we will resume our regular training schedule. That is all."

Some Background

Adrian the Wise is indisputably one of Nogovastan's most important historical, and patriotic figures. He aided in the founding of the Nogovastan Orthodox Church, led a successful invasion against the Zetrovan Kossaks, and probably his most well known accomplishment came when he united the fractured tribes and states into what became known as the Kingdom of Nogovans, Zetrovs and Cradžoloks(albeit it was a small kingdom). Many leaders after him were never as capable or well remembered as he was. In the end, this led to the downfall of the Kingdom that Adrian had worked so hard to put and keep together, and its large losses of land. Looking past the disasters that ensued after his death, it's no wonder why so many in Nogovastan choose to idolize him.

... it's also no wonder that a group of monarchists in the port city of Novrossiyak would seize the opportunity to take control of the local National Guard armory with force. (Now it's gamer time)

Novrossiyak, Southern Nogovastan

Led by a direct descendant of Adrian, Nikolai Tupoloptev, the radical monarchist organization known as the Mačevi u ruci has been mostly dormant due to heavy surveillance by Adrik's secret police. Meetings were conducted in secret, and arms (mostly pistols) bought illegally through the black market. With recent unrest popping up throughout the country however, surveillance of the group dropped just enough for a planned and organized takeover of the National Guard armory. What the group does lack however, is the numbers to fight an all out conflict with Adrik's government. Which, Nikolai hopes to change when he broadcasts a speech he has prepared for the occasion across the city's intercom system (which was originally used to alert of natural disasters and other dangers). Paying foreign mercenaries to assist in their efforts has also been proposed by members of the organization, including Nikolai, although the idea isn't too popular amongst some.

The folks order

The Cinica Chronicle
online edition

Operation Haupapa

The Dolphinesian Royal Navy has announced plans to conduct training operations deep in the Southern Maluhia Ocean and plans to make excursions deep into the inter-antarctic circle. This will consist of a carrier strike group from the 4th Royal Navy Squadron and several submarines from the 2nd Submarine Command. In addition to conducting military exercises near the Antarctic ice pack, the operation includes numerous research vessels meant to conduct hydrography of the region as well as conduct surveys on fish stocks. This force will be accompanied by the Dolphinesian ally, Nation for Mutual Security, who is sending The carrier NFMSS Torrez of Carrier Strike Group 2 will be accompanied by two cruisers, four destroyers, and two frigates of Cruiser Squadron 8 as well as Coastal Patrol Squadron 10 with 3 LCSs with scientific teams.

The Antarctic Circle of Crassia is a peculiar region. While the countries north of the equator are experiencing a warm and pleasant summer at this time, the southern parts of the United Archipelago are experiencing a rather chilly winter and the antarctic sea ice is slowly expanding. Receiving little media attention, the Antarctic region of Crassia is of great strategic and economic importance as it grants access to the major powers of Foledonia, Janusus, The Dolphin Isles, and Nogovastan. It also connects the minor nations of Zumaba and New foledonia as well as Foledonian colonies, Janususian colonies, and even a Golgothian colony. It has become an economic linchpin between these major centers of commerce as well as a fruitful place for numerous fisheries with its highly productive waters.

Admiral Choi had the following to say about the future exercises in a recent press conference:

The United Archipelago has been reliant on the seas since the Great Migration to the islands. For many years, we have placed great importance on numerous strategic waterways such as the Apellonian Strait, the Axehead Strait, the Saber Rattling Sea, and other locations. However, we have spent too little time in the waters bordering our own local region. Being a nation mostly lying in the tropics and subtropics, we have little experience with polar waters. We must strive to change this fact. To our South lies a vast expanse of ocean that we are not adequately prepared to operate in. We must strive to change this.

This region is vital to our interests as well as the interests of several other major world powers. At the same time, global warming is making this region more accessible in ways that we have never seen before and we must adapt to these changes. We hope to work in cooperation with the many other powers in the region in order to create a system that benefits everyone while conserving the vast resources of this area and preventing the tragedy of the commons.

Additionally, I will be conducting a new development contract to procure two icebreakers for the express purpose of Antarctic operations. Economic opportunities for expanded trade through the region have exploded in recent years, and it is extremely important that we work to further this expansion both for our benefit as well as for the benefit for our neighbors and trading partners.

Zekalia Ignoring the Plight of Its Sick, Huddled Masses

A dark shadow has been cast on the capital of Zekalia as the government brutally removed international aid organizations from the city as well as removed the sick to neighboring towns unable to cope with the increased case numbers of what has been colloquially termed the 'Zekali Sneeze'. Several instances of cell phone footage have surfaced on DeadLeak with doctors from the Blue Diamond Organization blocking access to field hospitals by joining hands and blocking the entrance before being brutally beaten by city police and having their personal protective gear forcibly removed. A spokesperson for the Blue Diamond Organization had the following to say about the acts committed by the Zekali Government.

We were extremely disturbed by the actions committed by the government of Zekalia. However, our mission to prevent the suffering of all people around the world remains the same and we will remain in the nation fulfilling our mission. We are in talks with the government already concerning the events that took place and we are taking extra precautions to ensure the safety of our workers and volunteers.

Several have taken to social media in the United Archipelago denouncing the actions of the Zekali government and some have taken to the streets protesting against Dolphinesian investments in the country both being done by the government as well as by private corporations.

Royal Name Change

King Manaia has recently made an announcement that he will be changing his name to Kama Zerfas to better suit his upcoming ascension to the throne. For those not accustomed to the Komavi language or heritage, this may seem an odd change. However, "Manaia", is the title of what would be a "prince" in other countries. Thus, to avoid possible future confusion, the prospective king has decided to change his name to one that is more suitable to his position.

Operation Garuda

The state of Sardakistan is one of great sorrow and strife. The people of this region have suffered terribly due to poverty, corruption, and conflict. The recent occupation of the region by The folks order and Nogovastan have lead to a large amount of conflict in the North, but the South remained relatively unaltered. However, a local resistance arose seemingly out of nowhere to depose these two powers. Seeing the chaos arrupting in the region, Foledonia called for the withdrawal of Nogovastani forces from the country as well as announced its formation of an international task force to stabilize the region and establish a native, independent government.

The United Archipelago has announced its intent to join this coalition and has been accepted into it. Being sent will be the 2nd Paratrooper Brigade and detachments from the 4th Light Infantry Division of the Dolphinesian Army. However, one stipulation is that these forces will not be used to force Sardakistan out of the region with the Chief of the Army saying "We will not expel a nation that we have friendly relations with from a region where they are trying to achieve good in." Nonetheless, the force, consisting of approximately 7,500 ground troops is prepared for deployment to the region soon to aid the formation of a local government, provide law and order, and administer humanitarian aid in the region. It will be joined by the forces of Foledonia, Nation for Mutual Security, and Golgothia.

Summit for the De-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons

King Kama has announced that he will be holding a summit for all of the nuclear nations of Crassia to discuss the worrying issue of the proliferation of nuclear weapons. His stated claims for this summit are to pass an international arms reduction treaty that will seek to reduce the number of nuclear weapons in world. The press has already gotten into the habit of calling this possible treaty the "Krishna Accords."

Protests in Porpoise isle

A spate of strikes and protests have broken out across Porpoise isle with many claiming that the colonial system is oppressive and holding back the nation from achieving its true potential. These protesters have argued for years that the system of preferential trade towards the United Archipelago, especially in the petroleum industry, has stifled the economy and that they will never truly be able to prosper until this system is dismantled.

Within these protests, there is a strong contingent that sees the domination of the territory's local industries, especially those in resource extraction, by Dolphinesian firms as an irreconcilable issue. In their manifesto, they claim that the Porpoisians have been denied the riches buried beneath their own feet and excluded from the commerce being conducted in their own ports for too long to be ignored. While many say that this must be remedied by the creation of new private industries under a market economy independent of Dolphinesian influence, a quite vocal minority calls for the complete confiscation of these industries for the people of "The Isle." This communistic influence has been a topic of great discussion and many wonder where it has come from.

For a long period of time, Porpoise isle has served as a hub for mercenaries and the international black market that bloomed during the territory's recent civil war with its colonizer, The Dolphin Isles. Thus, it worries many in the United Archipelago and its territories that these protests could turn violent and possibly turn into a second civil war.

Suprising Statistics
Current nation-wide polls conducted by the Cinica Chronicle and are displayed below.

"Do you think that the United Archipelago should be concerned with the matters of the polar regions of Crassia?"
37% Yes
26% No
37% Cannot Say

"Do you think the government should reconsider its business dealings with Zekalia?"
56% Yes
28% No
16% Do not know

"Do you like King Kama's new name?"
99.5% Yes
0.001% No
0.499% Do not know

"Do you think that the government should send ground forces to Sardakistan?"
40% Yes
23% No
37% Do not know

"Do you think the United Archipelago should downsize its nuclear arsenal?"
42% Yes
39% No
19% Do not know

"Do you sympathize with the protesters of Porpoise isle?"
22% Yes (misguided citizens)
46% No
32% Do not know

A large boat has pulled into the port town of Southern Nogovostan, filled with unmarked soldiers flying 3 flags, the flag of Nogovostan, the flag of Silism, and the flag of boreal. a large man wearing a face mask and a red robe has been seen standing at the head, hood worn at all times. He carries no weapon but has reportedly "Beaten 4 men to death" among the choatic civil war. The borders of the town are now consistently monitored by bands of elite military personnel. The apparent leader, the man in the mask and robe who has refused to give his name, States that "This border shall not fall", and "The monarchy will prevail".

More news on this as the situation continues

The Dolphin Isles, The folks order, and Nogovastan

The folks order

With Coronation complete (I'll make sure wrap up that later sorry for inactivity folks).

The Harbinger sits in his chamber reviewing documents of national importance when a man steps from the shadows of chambers purifory.

Your Imperial majesty, I have news which surely will interest you. (the dark robed figure annonces suddenly)

The Harbinger squints and gestures for the figure to continue,

The figure produces an envelope and drops it on the large desk.

Your Daughter Evengale is pregnant with the child of the Nogovastian upstart King Nikolai Tupoloptev. The Figure then steps back into the shadows and joins the void from which he came.

The envelope contains in depth information on Princess Evengale Wulfwic's escapades in southern Nogovastan. Among the drinking, partying, and general decadent indulgence one things stands out; Evengale fell for, and has fallen pregnant with the child Nikolai Tupoloptev and is currently in hiding with him in the port city of Novrossiyak.

The Harbinger clenches his fist, and begins to scheme. The Harbinger calls in Order Chancellor Aranth Gall,

Aranth Gall: The birth of a bastard child would be a great disgrace to House Wulfwic, thus we must ensure a marriage before word leaks out. Further, we must ensure her safety, as such we must dispatch Keepers to the city immediately.

The Harbinger agrees, and the wheels of the Reach begin to move.

End of Operation Haupapa

After a little over two weeks of exercises, "Operation Haupapa" has come to a close. Admiral Choi publicly remarked the following to the press.

It was a great opportunity for us to train and prepare for cold weather operations. This is an area we have been lacking in for sure. While the glacial terrain of the Ka Hema mountains offers our troops some degree of exposure to this environment, nothing compares to the extreme conditions found near the Antarctic ice pack. We have learned a great deal in both how to better tune our current capabilities and which we are missing, namely large ice breaker vessels, to be able to better operate in this environment.

Our cooperation with Nation for Mutual Security was a great choice. Being so far from any allied ports, this operation stress tested our long-range maritime replenishment capabilities with a large force operating mostly through Dolphinesian ports as major terminals.

Additionally, Our scientific teams collected a large amount of vital data that we are still processing going into the future on a multitude of facets surrounding the Antarctic region. With the further melting of sea ice due to global warming, the interests of the polar regions in our backyard are as much our concern as they are for every other nation in Crassia. We must pursue endeavors to learn more about this region in the future. Expect Dolphinesian researchers to become a common sight in the Southern Maluhia Ocean.

The admiral, however, made no comment on why the DIS Kiama, an aircraft carrier with 42 Aircraft and up to 800 soldiers, was redeployed almost immediately after the operation to steam northeast with its carrier strike group towards the southern coast of Grecia.

Adrik’s Return to Zetrogorsk

Adrik, who had been hiding away in his villa, has now called an emergency meeting between the People’s Council of Commissars and Ministers in the Building of National Assembly, located in the heart besieged capital. Many however, are hesitant to appear at the meeting, fearing they may be made easy targets for the snipers who have taken up positions in the surrounding hills. Though the armored personnel carriers provided as transport have calmed the nerves of some, officials remain on high-alert knowing that the building’s positioning in the capital, and its many windows could allow the aforementioned snipers to fire on them during their meeting. Nevertheless, the People’s Council has decided it best to go along with Adrik’s request during these confusing and terrible times in Nogovastan’s history. Even if it does mean risking their lives.

Building of National Assembly, Zetrogorsk

Officials were still entering the dark room when Adrik began to address them. He went on to discuss the current and obvious problems facing the government and nation during this time. It wasn’t too enlightening, or interesting, considering most knew that the country was in deep trouble before the civil war even broke out. The topic most discussed by the ministers and commissars was, of course, the current domestic conflict Adrik’s government found itself in, and the possibility of ending it and restoring stability to the country. Many in Adrik’s Cabinet however question his ability to quell the rebellion and his popularity among the people as a whole. To many, the end for the short-lived communst government is near. But with Adrik’s Government still in control, to voice such opinions could still mean a visit from the Secret Police. In spite of these many threats, Deputy-Premier Luyiba Gerotavdić, has decided that something must be said about Adrik’s handling of the country, and his response to the ensuing civil war… “You are an ignorant fool, Adrik!” Shouted the Deputy-Premier to the shocked leader who was just seconds ago speaking.
“Now is not the time, Luyiba!” Adrik shot-back.

“Then when, Adrik? When the Nationalist-rebels are at the door of the National Assembly? No-one can be this incompetant of a leader!” Luyiba roared. By this time there were murmurs amongst the many ministers.

“Just sit back down, Luyiba, and calm down. I’m sure that this is all a big misunderstanding that can be sorted ou-” Once again he was interrupted.

“Adrik… I can’t just continue to stand by while I watch you brush-off these rebels as if they’re just a one time thing. For God’s sake, you went into hiding after people died outside this very building during one of your speeches! I thought that would at least alert you to the problems we’ve been facing.” Complained Luyiba.

“I- I’m appalled that you can just stand there and critique me while I’ve called this meeting to try and help the nation. Sure, I’m not perfect, but who is? Besides, the last time I spoke to you, you wouldn’t stop telling me how the offensive to retake the south was brilliant.” Adrik said to him in a smug manner.

“What am I supposed to do? Tell you it’s terrible? That would be suicide to tell the man who-” He turned behind him to face the other minister; “...Who going off of the latest report from the Department of Defense, had 127,567 Nogovastani citizens killed, who were suspected of aiding Nationalist forces. Need I emphasize the word ‘suspected’, gentlemen?” He asked the ministers behind him. By now the ministers had begun to converse amongst themselves even more, looking at Adrik every so often as they did so. Adrik at this point was glaring at Luyiba with a look of such anger, that he believed Adrik would kill him on the spot in front of everybody.

“I should have you arrested for everything you’ve said here today, Luyiba. But I’m not a monster like you say I am.” Adrik appeared much more calmer and collected as he addressed Luyiba. “That is why, I am giving you the option to step-down as Deputy-Premier and leave. There’s no catch. All you would have to do is announce your resignation and walk out the door.” He then looked up to the ministers who by now were more intrigued with what Adrik had to say. “The same goes for all of you. If you feel that I have wronged the nation in any way, you may announce your resignation, and leave with Luyiba. Like I said before, there’s no catch, you will not be arrested or harmed, you can just leave.” Out of the 55 ministers and commissars in attendance that day (including Luyiba), 23 announced their resignation.

Premier's Quarters, Building of National Assembly, Zetrogorsk

Packed in the room were the remaining members of Adrik’s Cabinet, most notably, Chief of the General Staff Vilitiv Shukov, and his Minister of Defense Ivan Willotakich. These were Adrik’s most trusted officials, his most loyal, and his most honest. “I need everyone to be ready to leave and at the airport in a moment’s notice. As I’m sure you all know, our safety is top priority over anything. I’ve stricken a deal with The Dolphin Isles who have agreed to help in our evacuation. I know this is a lot to take in, but our situation is hopeless at this point considering the Nationalists are just outside the city, supposedly moving in heavy guns. If you want to stay, that’s fine, but if you want to live, you’ll follow me.” To no one’s surprise, all have decided it best to leave, rather than to stay and face the Nationalists who would more than likely kill them.

<Dilafaynian Army HQ, 22:00>

General Nand Sultana walked into a dark room with a brightly lit map table at the center where his staff gathered around waiting for him.

Alright. I am glad you were all able to come here today. I had some important news for you all. Tonight, I intend for our forces to enact Operation Amazon. The 4th Infantry Brigade and the 3rd Armored Regiment, being redirected from the North, will cross the border into Castannica at 0600 hours the day after tomorrow. We will link up with our brothers from Cream sauce by advancing from the Southwest, encircling the Castannicans in our path. We will see the ocean once again brothers.

The room went silent briefly, but soon a flurry of planning and frenzied discussion soon took over the room though. Air Force chiefs argued with Army commanders on the endangerment and effects of strike missions while some Army commanders were having a completely separate conversation to the side on infrastructure nodes that had to be taken and defensive hard points that could be bypassed. However, one message rang out above all of the clamour. The Komavi people of Dilafayn would see the sea like their ancestors once again.

<Airspace above Zetrogorsk, Nogovastan; 01:51 local time>

A medium-sized jet airliner dropped below the clouds on a moonless night in Nogovastan. On its exterior, the plane was particularly notable for its lack of notability. There was not a single emblem on the sleek white frame. In fact, where the registration number would typically go, a white rectangle of fresh paint could be seen that was periodically lit up red and green by the plane's navigation lights.

The cockpit was a dark room lit up by the green lights of the console. The pilot picked up his radio "Zetrogorsk International, this is Flight Number B763. We are requesting an immediate emergency landing. Our IFF transponder is malfunctioning."

The radio crackled to life back to the cockpit. "B763, we don't have you..."

The transmission cut short before a different voice came back. "Roger B763. Runway 2 is clear for landing."

"Roger. Thank you tower. We are coming in for landing."

The plane began to slowly glide in near the runway. Its bright lights came closer and closer as the lights of the runway, an oddity in a city struck by the perpetual blackouts of a civil war, enveloped the aircraft. The aircraft came to a stop and then began to taxi away.

The pilot spoke again. "Alright Melika. Get a hold of the ground team. I don't want to be here more than a couple hours at most."

The co-pilot took out a large sat phone and dialed a number. "Gremlin? Boxcar has arrived to the station and is going to the platform now. Have you seen Wild Card yet?" Some rumbling came over the phone before the co-pilot spoke again. "Roger. ETA 10 minutes. We'll pick up the Deck at the platform. Bye." The co-pilot promptly shut off and closed the phone before taking a deep breath.... "I can't wait to be out of here already."

For a whole year Meatton has been dormant but we have raised like Mothman our new national animal after “Smooth Skins” got rights and equal pay.

Hey everyone,

So I plan on building a topographic map of Crassia/Medieval Crassia. It's been something I've been planning on doing for a while, and with some special prodding from community members and a few adult beverages, I plan on giving it a go. If you have preferences on what you want the terrain of your nation to be like, please shoot me a telegram. Otherwise, I will be creating something on my own. Everything is up to change as well, so feel free to let me know if there are changes that you want even if it is after I post the final version of the topographic map.

<Dilafaynian-Castannican Frontline, Southern Castannica; 13:31>

Corporal Lestari Tirta, a team leader in a Dilafaynian rifle squad, hugged her assault rifle while sitting in a small foxhole that she and her teammates had dug just last evening. The afternoon sun baked the ground and she was thankful for the cool earth inside the hole in the ground. The birds overhead could be heard making a cacophony of sounds as they swooped around the trees making their way to and from their nests overhead.

The chirping was now being drowned out by a faint roar off in the distance. Soon, Corporal Tirta would look up and see a stream of rockets flying overhead and towards the small town of Jabba just ahead of them. They would crash into the ground with a sound of a massive thunderstorm. The private would begin to look at the origin to see the town being enveloped in a cloud of smoke. The tallest building, the town hall that rose about 5 stories in a skyline dominated by small homes and businesses, would soon crumple and sink beneath the sea of brown dust.

"I hope that all of that sniper's friends were in there with him." muttered the squadie next to Tirta speaking of a reported Faronnian marksman and advisor that is believed to have taken down at least 30 of their comrades over the past few days.

The pounding from the rocket barrage stopped only shortly before a second set of explosions shook the air. Large, white plumes of smoke expanded along the edges of the town and across a large field between Tirta and it. She could hear the engine starting on the M19 light tank behind her and its treads began to make a rattling sound as it passed her on the left.

"Fix bayonets!" Yelled the far off voice of the platoon sergeant. Tirta complied and slipped a large blade from its sheath on her leg and onto the end of the barrel of her gun. It still had a piece of food on it from when she used it to open her canned ration for lunch.

"Forward!" Shouted a voice in a foxhole nearby. It was the squad's sergeant now. Titra shambled up the loose dirt of the foxhole and was followed by her fire team. The four soldiers huddled behind the tank with the rest of the squad of 10 that had just passed them as it trundled over the field. Beyond the large tank and its bellowing exhaust, however, the scene of the field was extraordinarily quiet.

"Where is the rest of that artillery?" The corporal heard the squad sergeant quietly muttering.

She could barely make out the word "moving" coming from the radio in response.

The silence was interrupted by a thunder coming from above. Looking up, Titra saw two small jets streaming from the direction of the town. It was not long before several small pieces came off of each one before they turned around. The small pieces seemed to be planes themselves and glided over their heads and behind them. Large crashes shuttered behind the formation, a force several hundred strong, as it advanced forward.

"That was the artillery." Titra heard from the other fire team leader.

The tanks began to speed up and the squad hurried up to a jogging pace just to keep up. The smoke in front of them began to disapate. There was supposed to be a second barrage...

The silence was broken again by a whizzing sound as a anti-tank guided missile slammed into the front of the tank to their right. A large spire of fire came out of the hatches of the tank and machine gun bullets popping off like popcorn could be heard as the ammunition cooked off. Shards of metal flew at the corporal's squad as the sounds of screams came from the accompanying rifle squad. A series of loud pops could be heard as the tank the corporal was hiding behind let out its smoke grenades and ground to a halt. This was followed by a loud boom from the large cannon as it fired at the building in front of them.

"Get to that hut in front!" Came the voice of the squad sergeant, and the soldiers streamed around the sides of what used to be their shield as they sprinted for a small shack of a house at the edge of the town of Jabba. The sound of bullets interspersed with screams from their targets ripped through the smoke-filled air.

The remnants of Bravo squad eventually reached and hugged the shattered wall of the hut. They had lost two men though, a machine gunner named Amir and a rifleman named Harta that had just joined them last week. They immediately began opening fire from the cover of the corners and the squad leader told Titra to take her team to a rooftop on the other side of the street.

Titra gathered her team to make a dash as the other team had the squad's last machine gun open suppressing fire. When they made it to the other side, they busted down the door of the rubble filled excuse for a building. They slowly made their way to the roof as they cleared the building room by room. Titra nearly pulled her trigger when she opened one room to a small family trying to seek shelter on the bottom floor. She left her assistant autorifleman, now just a rifleman without his friend, and her rifleman there to bandage the wounds of one of the children as the mother watched with anger-filled eyes and barking at him in a foreign tongue. Titra continued to the staircase and made her way to the roof on the second floor alone. She was shocked with what she found there. She could see nothing for kilometers across what seemed to be a blue desert between the buildings and rubble of the town.

The vast nature of the water made her pause for too long though. An explosion soon rocked the building and Titra found herself blasted to her side. Her vision went out, but when it came back, she was looking at the sky, its bright sun beating on her fave and she felt a warm liquid on her hand. She could barely make out footsteps coming up the stairs, but soon they faded from her senses. The nearby explosions and gunshots faded further and further as if on a television in a nearby room, and Titra's vision narrowed as she looked at a cloud in the sky.

It was a natural cloud. So much unlike the ones generated by smoke grenades on the ground below her. Its shape seem to make some shape, and Titra tried to figure out what it was. She heard her name being, but it sounded like it was coming through a pillow around her head.

The cloud looked like a perfect pillow. "I'm so tired." Titra whispered as her eyes grew more and more closed. She heard her name more, but even more quiet than before. "It's time for me to sleep." She muttered as her eyes finally closed.

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After three days of combat, the town of Jabba would fall to Dilafaynian forces with a great number of causalities on both sides of the battle. However, it would mark the conclusion of a large phase of the Dilafaynian battle plans as it was a port city on the eastern coast and the final stop for the army that had slowly crept along the southern border with hopes of cutting off the Castannicans as the forces of Cream sauce fixed them in the North of the country. Surely, with this objective being completed, it would only be a matter of time now before the armed forces of Castannica would be fully surrounded and forced to surrender.

All across Crassia, nations have fallen into anarchy. They were all torn apart by an array of ailments that were as varied as they were mysterious. Dozens of world governments seemingly disapearing into the night as internal strife, disease, and more must have been plaguing them.

The mighty nation of Zekalia now found itself alone in the desolation. To the north, lay no form of formal governance after the dissolution of Maryland of jellyfish all the way to its ally, Nesearan, and the tumultuous southern border of Sardakistan. To the east, there lay only barren wilderness yet to be discovered. However, to the south lay the vast heartland of Grecia. Here, the great former nations of the Taoist northlands, St jameses, Lannister Rock, Hypnosios, Starkfell, and the once ever so mighty Saegan vied for control of a fertile land. In the end, it was most likely their own blind ambitions that led them all down the path of destruction. Meanwhile, the superpowers of Crassia have all seemingly become more insular in their affairs, rarely making a splash in world politics anymore.

Thus, there is only one true path for Zekalia. Effective immediately, Zekalian troops will be expanding the borders of Zekalian protection to the whole interior of the continent of Grecia. As we speak they are crossing the border into what were once the wildlands and the former lands of the Taoist northlands. They are expanding Zekalian infrastructure connections into these desolated areas as well especially with the NATR rail system. No longer will the people of Crassia live in fear for the mighty government of our nation is willing to adopt the responsibilities of protecting the most vulnerable people of our lands. No longer will the survivors of this apocalypse have to suffer under the fear of anarchy for the amazing President in Perpetuity of Zekalia will forever watch over them.

Long live Zekalia!

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