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Estimated Casualties in Jamaican War, as of 14 March, 2022.

Kommeria:
96 soldiers killed
415 soldiers wounded

3 warships scuttled

4 Air Force personnel captured
2 A-37 light bombers shot down
1 F-5E light fighter crashed
48 Inquisition personnel killed

Jamaican Republican Rebels:
~400 killed
~1,200 wounded

Civilian:
~200 killed or wounded
~30,000 internally displaced

Approximately 90 members of the Eritrean Liberation Front or ELF, were killed or captured in 3 separate raids, according to a government official.

This marks the largest number of rebels killed in a year. Only 6 Government soldiers were killed, and an unknown number wounded.

No other details were released, except that the raids were carried out by members of the elite Kegnew battalions of the Army.

These elite troops have borne the brunt of the fighting against the ELF, and have lost just over 150 members during the 5 year long insurgency.

Inside sources say that the Papal Armed Forces are gearing up for a new offensive. This comes after a long winter of resting, resupplying, reorganizing and getting their own internal house in order.

With the help of troops from The Eastern Latins, the areas under Papal control have been stabilized, with most vital services restored. Crime, especially black market profiteering, has been reduced significantly.

The Army has seen an increase in its numbers and equipment, as more and more men and supplies arrive. Italians in growing numbers are joining the ranks to fight for the freedom they want.

Also, more foreign volunteers have made the sometimes long and difficult trip to Italy. These include some 400 French citizens, about 600 Eastern Romans, and more than 1000 Mexican citizens who do not want to remain under the rule of Neo Britianna.

The Papal government is being very cautious about foreign volunteers, however, after some mistakes were made before. All volunteers are being thoroughly vetted, and only men with previous military experience are being accepted.

With their new numbers and supplies, and a winter to rest their existing soldiers and train new ones, the Papal forces seem poised to being the liberation of the rest of Central Italy.

Kommeria wrote:Estimated Casualties in Jamaican War, as of 14 March, 2022.

Kommeria:
96 soldiers killed
415 soldiers wounded

3 warships scuttled

4 Air Force personnel captured
2 A-37 light bombers shot down
1 F-5E light fighter crashed
48 Inquisition personnel killed

Jamaican Republican Rebels:
~400 killed
~1,200 wounded

Civilian:
~200 killed or wounded
~30,000 internally displaced

The Britannian Red Cross wishes to send several teams to aid in relief missions so as to ease the suffering of those affected by the ongoing fighting. Cargo ships loaded with water and food along with clothing can depart from both Florida and Puerto Rico and Veracruz with support from the Royal Navy so as to safe-guard the ships themselves from any misidentification. This request has been sent to the Kommerian Government as well as the Republican faction.

Neo Britianna wrote:...This request has been sent to the Kommerian Government as well as the Republican faction.

To- President of Britannian Red Cross

The Jamaican Democratic Republic graciously accepts the BRC's offers of food, water, and clothing. However, speaking plainly we do not trust your government or military after repeated support of the Kommerian war machine.
The Port of Kingston is still functional and is apparently not a target for Carlos's military. The port is staffed enough to safely guide and pilot ships to dock, as well help unload them.
We would feel much more secure, though, if the Royal Navy warships would remain twelve miles out to sea. We don't intend to fire on the warships if they disagree but this twelve-mile gap would give either party time to react with defensive measures in the event of an accident.

Thank you,
Colonel Eithan Williams, President-elect of the Jamaican Democratic Republic

Pravda is reporting that an elite strike force of the 83rd Air Assault Brigade has managed to kill Mircea Tarlev, the head of the main Moldovan resistance group.

He was killed just outside the southern town of Giurgiulesti, near the border with Roman occupied Wallachia. His group, the Moldovan Resistance Front (MRF) is, as stated, the largest and strongest of the several resistance forces opposing the Imperial Army. In addition, most of his command staff were either killed or captured in the raid.

The loss of of most their leadership should put a major dent in the ability of the MRF to continue its defiance against the lawful authority of the Empire over Moldova, making the task of suppressing the rebellion that much more easy.

Neo Britianna wrote:This request has been sent to the Kommerian Government as well as the Republican faction.

The Kommerian Government welcomes the Britannian Red Cross's generous offer to Jamaica. Montego Bay port is still in Kommerian hands, and safe for civilian ships. Please note; this port is meant for cruise ships and LNG carriers and does not have cranes.
The Kommerian military and Imperial Inquisition will obey the laws of war and not interfere with any International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement Organization operating within rebel-held territory.

[OOC- Definitely didn't write this and then spend two hours forgetting to hit "lodge message."]

Kommeria wrote:The Kommerian Government welcomes the Britannian Red Cross's generous offer to Jamaica. Montego Bay port is still in Kommerian hands, and safe for civilian ships. Please note; this port is meant for cruise ships and LNG carriers and does not have cranes.
The Kommerian military and Imperial Inquisition will obey the laws of war and not interfere with any International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement Organization operating within rebel-held territory.

[OOC- Definitely didn't write this and then spend two hours forgetting to hit "lodge message."]

Jamaican Democratic Republic wrote:To- President of Britannian Red Cross

The Jamaican Democratic Republic graciously accepts the BRC's offers of food, water, and clothing. However, speaking plainly we do not trust your government or military after repeated support of the Kommerian war machine.
The Port of Kingston is still functional and is apparently not a target for Carlos's military. The port is staffed enough to safely guide and pilot ships to dock, as well help unload them.
We would feel much more secure, though, if the Royal Navy warships would remain twelve miles out to sea. We don't intend to fire on the warships if they disagree but this twelve-mile gap would give either party time to react with defensive measures in the event of an accident.

Thank you,
Colonel Eithan Williams, President-elect of the Jamaican Democratic Republic

The Britannian Red Cross, working with the Royal Navy, will offload supplies at both locations mentioned by the belligerent parties and the Royal Navy has also stated that it will lend aid in transporting supplies for civilians via the Merchant Marine. These vessels, though part of the Royal Navy, are unarmed in most cases, lacking major weapons such as cannon and only maintain light machine guns. As they require less draft but carry more, they will dock at the port of Kingston while Red Cross chartered vessels will dock at the port of Montego Bay.

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Blood of Patriots: Interlude- Calm Before the Storms

Nassau, Territory of Bahamas
Benjamin Horton
18 March, 9:00am EST

"Mueve el culo, vagabundo," a voice barked from above Benjamin, "o lo moveremos por ti.”
"What..?" he cracked an eye open, expecting to see a police officer but instead was surprised to see two soldiers looming over him. Not good.
The two men wore the standard digital woodland camouflage that all the army wore nowadays, with the black armbands and helmet covers that denoted them as military policemen. In lieu of chest rigs and rifles, they were equipped with bare plate carriers and utility belts, with Glock pistols strapped to their legs. With their dark sunglasses they looked nearly identical, save for the thirty centimeter difference in height.
"Ve a dormir debajo de un puente o algo así," the taller one said, making a shooing motion with both hands.
"I don't..." Benjamin said, then struggling to remember lessons from thirty years ago, "no hablo Espanish... Español."
"Me importa una mierda," the shorter one said, then in English; "move off the street."
"The police never..." Benjamin said, starting to get to his feet.
"No somos la policía, abuelo. Muévete," the tall soldier again.
"Yes, yes. You're soldiers," Benjamin said, not understanding the words, but getting the gist of them all the same, "big tough soldiers. Come to help an old man move..."
The taller Kommerian had enough of Benjamin's English mutterings and slow process towards standing. Reaching down, the giant grabbed ahold of Benjamin's collar- and the chain tucked under his shirt. The shirt only stretched as the big Kommie yanked the old Bahamian to his feet, but the chain snapped; spilling the only precious thing the sixty year old childless divorcee had to the dirty pavement.
"Fine, then," Benjamin said, throwing the first punch. His left fist connected solidly with the inside of the Kommie's elbow, forcing the attached hand to let go of his collar. His right first slammed into the soldier's cheek with a vicious hook, just barely too high to break the jaw. Still, the one-two sent the giant reeling.
That was the closest Benjamin came to winning that fight, though.
The Kommerian soldier, some forty years younger and nearly twenty centimeters taller, rallied quickly and came back with a fury of punches that would have made Felix Savon proud. In the blink of an eye, Benjamin had suffered a fractured jaw, a broken nose, a blown eardrum, and a torn retina.
He blacked out, perhaps for just a second, and found himself pressed against the wall with the giant Kommerian applying flexcuffs to his wrists.
Through blurry vision and swollen eyes, Benjamin saw the shorter Kommerian, who didn't help the giant in the fight, bend down and pick up a little piece of glinting golden metal. The little man stared at the object for a brief moment, then looked up at Benjamin with a mix of admiration and horror.
Sitting flat in the military policeman's little hand was a five centimeter dull iron shield, with a knight's cross inlaid with pure gold. Written in the same gold inlay was the phrase Virtuti. Animi. Sacrificium.
It was the Cross of Valor that Corporal Benjamin Horton of the Caribbean Legion earned on the bloody beaches of Trinidad in 1980.
Same man. Different life.

Port-au-Prince, Territory of Haiti
Clément Badeau
18 March, 9:00am EST

Clément watched as a dozen M60-3 Lanza main battle tanks rumbled down the road, their sheer weight punishing the newly replaced pavement in the Haitian territorial capital. At least thirty tanks had already moved through the city, along with scores of logistics trucks and hundreds of armored cars.
These soldiers weren't anything like the teams of military engineers that had helped rebuild Les Cayes. While those soldiers had come from three different empires and had hundreds of English or French speakers, the men who marched through Port-au-Prince now were mainland Kommerians and only seemed to communicate in barked Spanish and shoves.
Nobody among the crowd were under any misconceptions that this line of green-painted armor wasn't as much of a show of force toward Haiti as much as the Jamaicans. The King had still not forgiven Haiti for the rebellion that had been more or less crushed in 2017, and only recently found another part of his empire to hate more.

CP Blackthorn, Tuscany, Italy
Field Marshal Juan Herrera, Commander-in-Chief of Kommerian Ground Forces; Italy
18 March, 0900 hours

"This is ridiculous!" Brigadier General Del Toro snapped, throwing his copy of the briefing on the table, "this will only help the PRI and their insurgent stooges, not us!"
"'Tactical pause' my ass," General Salvatierra sneered, "our rear is secure and our supply lines are working perfectly. We don't need to wait, we need to push."
"This has nothing to do with tactics, strategy, or logistics," Brigadier General Ramundo scoffed, "we can't let our war in Italy overshadow the King's operation in Jam..."
Ramundo trailed off as he noticed the icy glare that Herrera had turned on him. The conversation died instantly as the other five men all turned to watch the Field Marshal.
"Watch what you are saying, gentlemen," Herrera said, flatly staring down Ramundo, "this conversation seems to be heading towards what some might see as treasonous or fomenting discontent."
"Yes, sir," Ramundo said, eyes downturned as if the forty-eight year old brigade commander was a fresh private.
Herrera sighed, "Yes, this hold on our advance is a waste of time and money. Yes, it will likely benefit the PRI and give them time to maneuver. It also gives us more time for reconnaissance and to soften up enemy positions. When we do get the order to move, we'll be so well prepared that we will be unstoppable."

3 additional divisions and a parachute battle group of troops are currently being sent to the Symmachy of Tartessus (Spanish Protectorate). Currently, the 1st Infantry Division and the 17th Parachute Battle Group garrison New Carthage (Cartagena) and the area around it, while the 38th Infantry Battle Group garrison the Balearic Islands. The 7th and 8th Infantry Divisions are already on their way, along with the 11th Parachute Battle Group, while the 9th (Light) Infantry Division will arrive during the summer. The 1st Infantry Division and the 17th Parachute Battle Group will return to Carthage once the other divisions have established themselves. In addition, some 20,000 reservists are being recalled for service. It is not known whether they will be used in Tartessus or not.

By tripling the size of the forces in Tartessus, the government is signaling its intent to remain there, and to expand our holdings. The Government claims all the land south of the Guadalquivir River, plus Cordoba as "ancient Carthaginian territory." This claim is disputed, even in Carthage itself. The Freedom Coalition, the newest party in the political spectrum, has been the most vocal critics of this claim. They have in fact, made their political bones on this topic.

But the public doesn't seem to be being swayed by these arguments, except the far left. Despite the cost and the casualties, a large proportion of the public support the current operations in Tartessus. There are several companies that have sprung up recently to promote emigration to Tartessus after the current operations conclude, and they appear to be doing well.

However, if there is a military disaster, or the operations bog down, this support could disappear quickly. So for the Government, the choice is clear. They must continue to achieve success in order to maintain public support, or risk a backlash at the polls.

Random Thoughts from The Founder:

As you can see, Porte Cale has CTE.

As usual, all deals, treaties etc are null and void, and his claim is now free.

Carry on with your day.

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“People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance.”
Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

Blood of Patriots: Episode XI- The Tyrant

Kommeria City, Kingdom of Kommeria
Lord Admiral Juan Rios III, Kommerian Royal Armada, Baron of Pacora
25 March, 1600 hours

"You wanted to see me, your Majesty?" Admiral Rios asked as he slipped into the room, bowing his head to the King and then to the man seated next to him, "Prince Manuel."
"Yes, Lord Juan, come in," the King said with a grandfatherly smile, "please close the door behind you and take a seat. Rum?"
"Yes, please," Rios said, crossing the room to the three sofas where the two royals sat. Leaning forward, the King poured two fingers of Foursquare 12yr rum into a glass and passed it to Rios.
The King was dressed in his Sky Blue dress uniform, sans jacket and tie. Pince Manuel, on the other hand wore the odd combination of a Ford Motorsports tee shirt and expensive slacks.
"I'm afraid we called you up here to discuss business," the King paused to savor a sip of rum, "specifically Operation Hailstorm."
"Yes, your Majesty," Rios said, "what about it?"
It was the Prince that responded, "as you know that the Jamaican rebels held open elections last week. According to Inquisition agents operating in Kingston, their voter turnout was at least eighty-five percent of the adult population of Kingston. They overwhelmingly voted for Colonel Williams."
Rios' eyes went wide. Even in large democracies, such a Brazil, Gran Colombia, or China, such a turnout was unthinkable. In Kommeria, elections for representatives in the House of Commoners usually had a turnout of less than half of the registered voting public.
"Wha... what does that mean for the invasion?" Rios stammered.
"It means," the King snarled, "that Jamaica isn't being held hostage by rebels. Jamaica is a rebel territory. It means eighty-five percent of Jamaica supports the man that murdered my son. It means that goddamned island is infected with nationalism, republicanism, and treason."
The King slugged back the rest of his rum, "I can't take Kingston from two million nationalists with eighteen thousand men, so I'm expanding the scope of Operation Hailstorm."
"Your Majesty?"
"I need to to depopulate Kingston before the army arrives," the King said, meeting Rios' eyes with his own hard, gray-green irises, "by any means necessary. Level anything... everything. I want to drive my tanks into a ghost town."

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Operation: Hailstorm [Updated]
Details- A joint Navy/Air Force operation intended to wage total war against Kingston. Kingston is to be bombed and shelled to deny enemy forces urban defenses and resources.
Commander- Admiral Juan Rios III
Date- 30 March
Objectives-
--Inflict sufficient damage to Kingston and its population to induce unconditional surrender.
----Destroy exposed JRA units
----Destroy known JRA caches
----Destroy Southern bridges
----Destroy food warehouses
----Destroy banks
----Destroy grocery stores/shops
----Destroy any building over three stories or render than tactically unusable
----Destroy know fuel stores
----Drive civilians from Kingston before Operation Stormwall

Units Involved-
--3rd Destroyer Squadron
--5th Destroyer Squadron
--1st Anti-Submarine Squadron
--4th Anti-Submarine Squadron
--11th Strike Wing
--7th Tactical Wing
--104th Tactical Rocket Battery
Strength-
--3 Guided Missile Destroyer
--3 Guided Missile Frigates
--5 Corvettes
--4 Gunboats
--1 Fleet Oiler
--24 Light Attack Aircraft
--24 Multirole Fighters
--18 MLRS

Los Alamos National Laboratory creates new Artificial Spin Glass Containing Nanomagnets

Artificially manufacturing a rare kind of substance known as spin glass, according to a new study, might usher in a new era in artificial intelligence by enabling algorithms to be printed as physical hardware. The peculiar features of spin glass allow a type of AI that, like the brain, can distinguish objects from incomplete images and possess the potential for low-power computing, among other things. Spin glasses are a mathematical approach to thinking about material structure. Saccone explained that being able to alter the interaction within these systems using electron-beam lithography for the very first time allows for the representation of a range of computing issues in spin-glass networks.

Spin-glass systems are a form of a disordered system of nanomagnets that arise from random connections and competition between two types of magnetic order in the material. They are found at the junction of engineered materials and computation.

When their temperature decreases, they exhibit “frustration,” which means they do not settle into an evenly ordered arrangement, and they have different thermodynamic and dynamic properties that can be used in computer applications.

"Our work accomplished the first experimental realization of an artificial spin glass consisting of nanomagnets arranged to replicate a neural network. Our paper lays the groundwork we need to use these physical systems practically." said Michael Saccone, Study Lead Author and Post-doctoral Researcher, Theoretical Physics

He then went on further saying "Theoretical models describing spin glasses are broadly used in other complex systems, such as those describing brain function, error-correcting codes, or stock-market dynamics. This wide interest in spin glasses provides strong motivation to generate an artificial spin glass."

The study team integrated theoretical and experimental investigation, to build and analyze the artificial spin glass as a proof-of-principle Hopfield neural network, which mathematically simulates associative memory helping regulate the instability of the artificial spin systems.

Both spin glass and Hopfield networks have evolved in a symbiotic relationship, with one field feeding the other. Associative memory connects two or more memory patterns associated with an item, whether in a Hopfield network or other types of neural networks.

The network can recollect the entire face if only one memory is activated — for example, by getting a partial image of a face as input. Associative memory, unlike more standard algorithms, does not demand a completely identical circumstance to detect memory.

These networks’ memories are similar to the ground states of a spin system, and they are less affected by noise than other neural networks.

Saccone and his team’s research verified that the material was a spin glass, providing proof that will enable them to explain the system’s attributes and how it processes data. Spin glass AI algorithms would be “messier” than standard algorithms, but more versatile for particular AI applications, according to Saccone.

The research was funded by the Laboratory Directed Research and Development program at Los Alamos National Laboratory.

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hey guys, sorry for the absence, I'm still here... I'll post something soon

have a good day

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Chinese Repubblic wrote:

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Central News Agency

Chinese space station program go ahead

The Chinese Tiangong Space Station Project is complete, and the first module will be in orbit within 6 months, the director of the NSPO said.

In an interview with CNA, the director of the government space agency announced the completion of the project, and labeled it as "a milestone in the history of Chinese science and technology"

Also the MOST congratulated the team of scientists and technicians who worked hard on the project.

The launch of the first module, the Tianhe-1 is expected in 6 months, at the Wenchang space Center, in Zhejiang province.
It will be the first launch of the eleven needed to build the station.

The Eastern Latins wrote:Empire Broadcasting Company (EBC)

The Foreign Ministry has made the following announcement:

"In response to a formal petition by the Romanian Provisional Government (RPG), His Imperial Majesty's Government (HIMG) hereby announces that it has assumed responsibility for the territories controlled by the RPG, which is that part of Romania know commonly as Wallachia, on a line from the Carpathian Mountains west to the city of Galati on the Danube River, the border with the Russian Province of Moldava, and the Black Sea and south to the borders of the Empire.

"This area shall be designated as an Imperial Protectorate, directly administered by His Imperial Majesty through a Grand Exarch (Viceroy) appointed by him. The Imperial Defense Forces (IDF), along with existing Romanian forces, shall be responsible for the defense of the Protectorate from all enemies. IDF forces are already moving into Wallachia to accomplish this objective."

"Officials from the Foreign Ministry and other relevant ministries are currently in the Romanian capital of Bucharest working with their counterparts in the RPG to ensure a smooth transition. All current Romanian laws and statutes will remain in effect, and all citizens of Wallachia are considered to have all the protections of both Romanian and Imperial law, but none of the duties, rights or privileges of full Roman citizens."

This state of affairs will remain in effect until such time as the Imperial Senate gives or withholds its consent for Wallachia to formally become a Province of the Empire. If approved, a Constitutional Convention will be held to draw up a Provincial Constitution, and then elections for a Provincial Legislature and government officers shall be held."

Empire Broadcasting Company (EBC)

By an overwhelming majority, the Imperial Senate today voted to make Wallachia a Province of the Empire.

All of the Conservative (Blues) Party Senators, along with 75% of the Liberal (Greens) Party Senators and all of the small but vocal right wing Nationalist (Black) Party Senators voted in favor of the measure. The far-left elements of the Greens, along with the entire Radical (Reds) Party voted against.

The vote comes after much heated debate on the issue, but insiders said from the beginning that the Government had the votes it needed to pass it, even if the Greens had not gone along.

The next step is the calling of a Constitutional Convention to draw up a Provincial Constitution, then elections for a Provincial Legislature and other government offices. It also means that the transition to governance under Roman law and not Romanian law will begin. A Provisional Senator will be chosen by the Grand Exarch (Viceroy) to represent the people of Wallachia in the Senate.

Once the Provincial Constitution is approved, Wallachian citizens will become Roman citizens, with all the rights and responsibilities that pertain to citizenship. This includes, of course, voting in elections, paying taxes, and obligatory military service. Until that time, Wallachia will retain its status as an Imperial Protectorate.

In other diplomatic news:

Grand Logothete (Foreign Minister) William Nix welcomed the Foreign Ministers of Srl Lanka and the Maldives to the capital for the biannual renewal of the Imperial Commonwealth Pact (ICP).

The ICP, agreed upon shortly after the granting of Independence to the 2 former Provinces of the Empire, acknowledges His Imperial Majesty as Head of State of the 3 nations, but grants him only limited powers. He is represented in the 2 other nations by a Grand Exarch (Viceroy), who has only one real power. He/she has the authority, in times of crisis, to dissolve the respective national assemblies and call for new elections. Otherwise, each nation rules itself as it sees fit.

The ICP links the 3 nations together in matters of defense and trade, in their shared history, language and culture, and in their commitment to the values of democracy, free speech, human rights, and the rule of law.

There have been rumors in recent years of other nations joining the ICP, with Oman and Estonia being frequently mentioned. But as of now, they remain only that, rumors.

NOTICE

By order of the Royal Kommerian Government, any and all foreign ships should leave the Port of Kingston, Jamaica before tomorrow morning. Ships are asked to sail at least 30nmi out to sea and keep a distance of at least 5nmi to the Kommerian battlefleet.

Kommeria wrote:NOTICE

By order of the Royal Kommerian Government, any and all foreign ships should leave the Port of Kingston, Jamaica before tomorrow morning. Ships are asked to sail at least 30nmi out to sea and keep a distance of at least 5nmi to the Kommerian battlefleet.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs - public release

The MoFA has issued a bulletin to all Chinese-flagged or Chinese-owned vessels to leave the area as quickly as possible and to those that should pass within 30nm of the Jamaican coast to change their route in order to ensure the operations of the Royal Kommerian Navy in the area.
All ships will be diverted by their respective companies to nearby ports.

Kommeria wrote:NOTICE

By order of the Royal Kommerian Government, any and all foreign ships should leave the Port of Kingston, Jamaica before tomorrow morning. Ships are asked to sail at least 30nmi out to sea and keep a distance of at least 5nmi to the Kommerian battlefleet.

In accordance with this order, all USGA flagged ships in the area have been told to clear the contested area as soon as possible.

Any ships that do not comply do so at their own peril.

Post self-deleted by Kommeria.

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"My first wish is, to see this plague of mankind banished from the earth, and the sons and daughters of this world employed in more pleasing and innocent amusements, than in preparing implements, and exercising them, for the destruction of mankind."
-George Washington

Blood of Patriots: Episode XII- Hailstorm

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
Mary Coffee
30 March, 6:00am EST

Air raid sirens screeched over Kingston, filling the dark morning air with their undulating wails. A premature and singular burst of tracers lanced into the sky, exploding harmlessly in the clouds.
Mary pressed her face against the window, trying to get an angle skyward to see the shapes of Kommerian planes against the sunrise-lit clouds. Far out to sea, the fifteen Royal warships cast kilometer-long shadows against water colored blood-red by the sun. Several ships, many of the largest ones, were obscured by pillars of smoke that reached high into the sky.
Something in the corner of Mary's vision dived from the cloud layer and descended on something in the Kingston streets. An explosion rocked the city a spilt second after the shape disappeared. Had a plane been shot down or was it a missile?
A second shape, just like the first and very definitely a missile, streaked through the red sky to hit the bank a few blocks down the road from the Coffee's apartment, turning bricks and pulverized cement into lethal shrapnel. Two more missiles struck a warehouse down by the docks.
Anti-aircraft guns sprayed the sky, vain attempts to shoot the missiles down. One-by-one, the gun batteries began to be silenced by barrages of artillery from the destroyers.
"Mary!" She could barely tear her eyes from the bombardment outside, but when she finally did she found her mother standing in the doorway at the edge of panic.
"Come on, we gotta get to the basement," her mother said, taking Mary by the arm.
The last thing the eleven year old girl would ever see was her mother's tear streaked face, briefly lit by the explosion of the thermobaric bomb that just detonated in the street below her window.

The first thermobaric device ever used in anger by the Kommerian military exploded ten meters above a street half-packed with hurried and panicked traffic. The weapon, also known as a vacuum or fuel-air bomb, exploded in two, nearly simultaneous stages. First, it filled a large area with an highly toxic, highly flammable aerosol chemical, then exploded. The luckier victims would be instantly killed, all bit vaporized in a fireball half the temperature of the surface of the sun. Others would have their lungs collapse as the fireball consumed the oxygen in their lungs, or would be blown apart by the massive Shockwave that accompanied the explosion.
This specific bomb flash-incinerated a dozen Jamaicans, and killed dozens more with its shockwave; flattening them in their cars, crushing then with their apartment walls, or simply dashing them against the nearest solid surface. Of all the casualties this weapon caused, the closest it got to killing a soldier was a ninety-seven year old man that spent his youth on a European battlefield in 1945.

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
President Eithan Williams
30 March, 6:10am EST

Williams stomach twisted again as a second fireball rose from the residential district, twisting into a black mushroom cloud that loomed over the city.
"We're those nukes?" Sarah said, squeezing his hand, fingernails digging into his palm.
"If they were, the city wouldn't be here anymore," he said, as if on autopilot, "Carlos doesn't have nuclear weapons."
They stood on the balcony of the presidential palace, the only government building not to have been bombed over the last few weeks. Williams had a suspicion that would change tonight. A rapid series of explosions marked where a Royal corvette shelled a warehouse, as a ripple of smaller flashes show where cluster munitions were being scattered across half a square kilometer of the city.
"Take the kids and go to your Dad's farm," Williams said, gently turning his wife to face him, "the car is already packed for you."
"You're not coming?"
"No," Williams surprised the both of them with the hardness of the single word, more softly he said, "Carlos wants me, not you. Besides, I can't abandon Kingston."
Lord knows, I want to go, he thought to himself as a destroyer shelled a warehouse that served as a motor pool for the army. Fuel stored within caught easily, and flames began to lick at the collapsing roof.
He turned back to his wife and their eyes met. Fear. Uncertainty. Sorrow. Those emotions were written on both their faces.
"I love you, Eithan."
"I love you, Sarah."
The President of Jamaica shared one last kiss with his First Lady. Their last.

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"My first wish is, to see this plague of mankind banished from the earth, and the sons and daughters of this world employed in more pleasing and innocent amusements, than in preparing implements, and exercising them, for the destruction of mankind."
-George Washington

Blood of Patriots: Episode XII- Hailstorm

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
Mary Coffee
30 March, 6:00am EST

Air raid sirens screeched over Kingston, filling the dark morning air with their undulating wails. A premature and singular burst of tracers lanced into the sky, exploding harmlessly in the clouds.
Mary pressed her face against the window, trying to get an angle skyward to see the shapes of Kommerian planes against the sunrise-lit clouds. Far out to sea, the fifteen Royal warships cast kilometer-long shadows against water colored blood-red by the sun. Several ships, many of the largest ones, were obscured by pillars of smoke that reached high into the sky.
Something in the corner of Mary's vision dived from the cloud layer and descended on something in the Kingston streets. An explosion rocked the city a spilt second after the shape disappeared. Had a plane been shot down or was it a missile?
A second shape, just like the first and very definitely a missile, streaked through the red sky to hit the bank a few blocks down the road from the Coffee's apartment, turning bricks and pulverized cement into lethal shrapnel. Two more missiles struck a warehouse down by the docks.
Anti-aircraft guns sprayed the sky, vain attempts to shoot the missiles down. One-by-one, the gun batteries began to be silenced by barrages of artillery from the destroyers.
"Mary!" She could barely tear her eyes from the bombardment outside, but when she finally did she found her mother standing in the doorway at the edge of panic.
"Come on, we gotta get to the basement," her mother said, taking Mary by the arm.
The last thing the eleven year old girl would ever see was her mother's tear streaked face, briefly lit by the explosion of the thermobaric bomb that just detonated in the street below her window.

The first thermobaric device ever used in anger by the Kommerian military exploded ten meters above a street half-packed with hurried and panicked traffic. The weapon, also known as a vacuum or fuel-air bomb, exploded in two, nearly simultaneous stages. First, it filled a large area with an highly toxic, highly flammable aerosol chemical, then exploded. The luckier victims would be instantly killed, all bit vaporized in a fireball half the temperature of the surface of the sun. Others would have their lungs collapse as the fireball consumed the oxygen in their lungs, or would be blown apart by the massive Shockwave that accompanied the explosion.
This specific bomb flash-incinerated a dozen Jamaicans, and killed dozens more with its shockwave; flattening them in their cars, crushing then with their apartment walls, or simply dashing them against the nearest solid surface. Of all the casualties this weapon caused, the closest it got to killing a soldier was a ninety-seven year old man that spent his youth on a European battlefield in 1945.

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
President Eithan Williams
30 March, 6:10am EST

Williams stomach twisted again as a second fireball rose from the residential district, twisting into a black mushroom cloud that loomed over the city.
"We're those nukes?" Sarah said, squeezing his hand, fingernails digging into his palm.
"If they were, the city wouldn't be here anymore," he said, as if on autopilot, "Carlos doesn't have nuclear weapons."
They stood on the balcony of the presidential palace, the only government building not to have been bombed over the last few weeks. Williams had a suspicion that would change tonight. A rapid series of explosions marked where a Royal corvette shelled a warehouse, as a ripple of smaller flashes show where cluster munitions were being scattered across half a square kilometer of the city.
"Take the kids and go to your Dad's farm," Williams said, gently turning his wife to face him, "the car is already packed for you."
"You're not coming?"
"No," Williams surprised the both of them with the hardness of the single word, more softly he said, "Carlos wants me, not you. Besides, I can't abandon Kingston."
Lord knows, I want to go, he thought to himself as a destroyer shelled a warehouse that served as a motor pool for the army. Fuel stored within caught easily, and flames began to lick at the collapsing roof.
He turned back to his wife and their eyes met. Fear. Uncertainty. Sorrow. Those emotions were written on both their faces.
"I love you, Eithan."
"I love you, Sarah."
The President of Jamaica shared one last kiss with his First Lady. Their last.

Prime Minister's Residence, New London

Prime Minister Taylor looked at the footage in horror and disgust as a part of Kingston just simply disappeared in a fireball and blast wave. One of the Navy's relief ships was approaching the port when the Kommerians used their thermobaric bomb on a largely civilian target. Not even Britannia had thought of using it's own stockpile during the 2nd Mexican War and now countless civilians were either dead, maimed or dying on the streets of Kingston. Though the Emperor had final say on the matter, he picked up the nearest phone and called the MoD. Hearing the line click, he spoke

"David, I want to get ahold of your Kommerian counterpart and ask the Hell is going on down there! They just used a damn thermobaric bomb on Kingston and that blast rocked the port. I'll deal with the fallout at the palace, just find out what the bloody hell they're thinking down there!"

Slamming the phone down, he looked out the office window as the car pulled around to take him to the Palace. Little did he know, the Emperor was of a like mind as well

Imperial Palace, Private study of the Emperor

Staring at the report in shock and anger, Charles calmly set the PADD down before flying into a rage

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH CARLOS?! DOES HE WANT TO KILL EVERY LAST PERSON IN KINGSTON?!"

The Prime Minister could hardly believe his ears as the Emperor raged about the recent strikes in Kingston. Hell, the whole Britannian Government was uncertain what to do besides condemn the use of such a weapon on a civilian target.

Calming down a bit, Charles went on

"I want a secure message sent to King Carlos at once. Inform him that the Britannian Empire is horrified at the usage of a thermobaric bomb on Kingston and furthermore states that any further use of such weapons on civilian targets may warrant a response from Britannia. Whether this means intervention in Jamaica in some shape and form remains to be seen but given the scale of destruction in Kingston, the Brtiannain Empire may send in peace-keepers to aid in recovery efforts and further secure safe passage for civilians. This may include the temporary occupation of the port of Kingston as well should any further strikes take place. As it stands, the city of Kingston and the Republican Government will receive large shipments of humanitarian aid and personnel from the Army Corps of Engineers to aid in recovery efforts.

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"My first wish is, to see this plague of mankind banished from the earth, and the sons and daughters of this world employed in more pleasing and innocent amusements, than in preparing implements, and exercising them, for the destruction of mankind."
-George Washington

Blood of Patriots: Episode XII- Hailstorm

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
Mary Coffee
30 March, 6:00am EST

Air raid sirens screeched over Kingston, filling the dark morning air with their undulating wails. A premature and singular burst of tracers lanced into the sky, exploding harmlessly in the clouds.
Mary pressed her face against the window, trying to get an angle skyward to see the shapes of Kommerian planes against the sunrise-lit clouds. Far out to sea, the fifteen Royal warships cast kilometer-long shadows against water colored blood-red by the sun. Several ships, many of the largest ones, were obscured by pillars of smoke that reached high into the sky.
Something in the corner of Mary's vision dived from the cloud layer and descended on something in the Kingston streets. An explosion rocked the city a spilt second after the shape disappeared. Had a plane been shot down or was it a missile?
A second shape, just like the first and very definitely a missile, streaked through the red sky to hit the bank a few blocks down the road from the Coffee's apartment, turning bricks and pulverized cement into lethal shrapnel. Two more missiles struck a warehouse down by the docks.
Anti-aircraft guns sprayed the sky, vain attempts to shoot the missiles down. One-by-one, the gun batteries began to be silenced by barrages of artillery from the destroyers.
"Mary!" She could barely tear her eyes from the bombardment outside, but when she finally did she found her mother standing in the doorway at the edge of panic.
"Come on, we gotta get to the basement," her mother said, taking Mary by the arm.
The last thing the eleven year old girl would ever see was her mother's tear streaked face, briefly lit by the explosion of the thermobaric bomb that just detonated in the street below her window.

The first thermobaric device ever used in anger by the Kommerian military exploded ten meters above a street half-packed with hurried and panicked traffic. The weapon, also known as a vacuum or fuel-air bomb, exploded in two, nearly simultaneous stages. First, it filled a large area with an highly toxic, highly flammable aerosol chemical, then exploded. The luckier victims would be instantly killed, all bit vaporized in a fireball half the temperature of the surface of the sun. Others would have their lungs collapse as the fireball consumed the oxygen in their lungs, or would be blown apart by the massive Shockwave that accompanied the explosion.
This specific bomb flash-incinerated a dozen Jamaicans, and killed dozens more with its shockwave; flattening them in their cars, crushing then with their apartment walls, or simply dashing them against the nearest solid surface. Of all the casualties this weapon caused, the closest it got to killing a soldier was a ninety-seven year old man that spent his youth on a European battlefield in 1945.

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
President Eithan Williams
30 March, 6:10am EST

Williams stomach twisted again as a second fireball rose from the residential district, twisting into a black mushroom cloud that loomed over the city.
"We're those nukes?" Sarah said, squeezing his hand, fingernails digging into his palm.
"If they were, the city wouldn't be here anymore," he said, as if on autopilot, "Carlos doesn't have nuclear weapons."
They stood on the balcony of the presidential palace, the only government building not to have been bombed over the last few weeks. Williams had a suspicion that would change tonight. A rapid series of explosions marked where a Royal corvette shelled a warehouse, as a ripple of smaller flashes show where cluster munitions were being scattered across half a square kilometer of the city.
"Take the kids and go to your Dad's farm," Williams said, gently turning his wife to face him, "the car is already packed for you."
"You're not coming?"
"No," Williams surprised the both of them with the hardness of the single word, more softly he said, "Carlos wants me, not you. Besides, I can't abandon Kingston."
Lord knows, I want to go, he thought to himself as a destroyer shelled a warehouse that served as a motor pool for the army. Fuel stored within caught easily, and flames began to lick at the collapsing roof.
He turned back to his wife and their eyes met. Fear. Uncertainty. Sorrow. Those emotions were written on both their faces.
"I love you, Eithan."
"I love you, Sarah."
The President of Jamaica shared one last kiss with his First Lady. Their last.

In a statement released this morning, His Imperial Majesty The Kaiser condemned, on behalf of himself, his Government, and the people of the German Empire, the use of thermobaric weapons against civilians.

"The whole German nation is shocked and appalled by this brutal and barbaric action by the government of Kommeria. To use such weapons on the battlefield is one thing. That is within the laws and customs of war. But to use them against civilians, and moreover, against your own people, beggars' belief. It makes civilized people recoil in horror and question the wisdom and beliefs of those who used these weapons."

"In light of these monstrous actions by a nation we once thought civilized, the German government is hereby withdrawing diplomatic recognition of Kommeria, recalling its ambassador, and encouraging all German companies to cease doing business with that now rogue nation. The Kaiser and his family, along with the whole German nation, pray for the people of Kingston."

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"My first wish is, to see this plague of mankind banished from the earth, and the sons and daughters of this world employed in more pleasing and innocent amusements, than in preparing implements, and exercising them, for the destruction of mankind."
-George Washington

Blood of Patriots: Episode XII- Hailstorm

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
Mary Coffee
30 March, 6:00am EST

Air raid sirens screeched over Kingston, filling the dark morning air with their undulating wails. A premature and singular burst of tracers lanced into the sky, exploding harmlessly in the clouds.
Mary pressed her face against the window, trying to get an angle skyward to see the shapes of Kommerian planes against the sunrise-lit clouds. Far out to sea, the fifteen Royal warships cast kilometer-long shadows against water colored blood-red by the sun. Several ships, many of the largest ones, were obscured by pillars of smoke that reached high into the sky.
Something in the corner of Mary's vision dived from the cloud layer and descended on something in the Kingston streets. An explosion rocked the city a spilt second after the shape disappeared. Had a plane been shot down or was it a missile?
A second shape, just like the first and very definitely a missile, streaked through the red sky to hit the bank a few blocks down the road from the Coffee's apartment, turning bricks and pulverized cement into lethal shrapnel. Two more missiles struck a warehouse down by the docks.
Anti-aircraft guns sprayed the sky, vain attempts to shoot the missiles down. One-by-one, the gun batteries began to be silenced by barrages of artillery from the destroyers.
"Mary!" She could barely tear her eyes from the bombardment outside, but when she finally did she found her mother standing in the doorway at the edge of panic.
"Come on, we gotta get to the basement," her mother said, taking Mary by the arm.
The last thing the eleven year old girl would ever see was her mother's tear streaked face, briefly lit by the explosion of the thermobaric bomb that just detonated in the street below her window.

The first thermobaric device ever used in anger by the Kommerian military exploded ten meters above a street half-packed with hurried and panicked traffic. The weapon, also known as a vacuum or fuel-air bomb, exploded in two, nearly simultaneous stages. First, it filled a large area with an highly toxic, highly flammable aerosol chemical, then exploded. The luckier victims would be instantly killed, all bit vaporized in a fireball half the temperature of the surface of the sun. Others would have their lungs collapse as the fireball consumed the oxygen in their lungs, or would be blown apart by the massive Shockwave that accompanied the explosion.
This specific bomb flash-incinerated a dozen Jamaicans, and killed dozens more with its shockwave; flattening them in their cars, crushing then with their apartment walls, or simply dashing them against the nearest solid surface. Of all the casualties this weapon caused, the closest it got to killing a soldier was a ninety-seven year old man that spent his youth on a European battlefield in 1945.

Kingston, Jamaican Democratic Republic
President Eithan Williams
30 March, 6:10am EST

Williams stomach twisted again as a second fireball rose from the residential district, twisting into a black mushroom cloud that loomed over the city.
"We're those nukes?" Sarah said, squeezing his hand, fingernails digging into his palm.
"If they were, the city wouldn't be here anymore," he said, as if on autopilot, "Carlos doesn't have nuclear weapons."
They stood on the balcony of the presidential palace, the only government building not to have been bombed over the last few weeks. Williams had a suspicion that would change tonight. A rapid series of explosions marked where a Royal corvette shelled a warehouse, as a ripple of smaller flashes show where cluster munitions were being scattered across half a square kilometer of the city.
"Take the kids and go to your Dad's farm," Williams said, gently turning his wife to face him, "the car is already packed for you."
"You're not coming?"
"No," Williams surprised the both of them with the hardness of the single word, more softly he said, "Carlos wants me, not you. Besides, I can't abandon Kingston."
Lord knows, I want to go, he thought to himself as a destroyer shelled a warehouse that served as a motor pool for the army. Fuel stored within caught easily, and flames began to lick at the collapsing roof.
He turned back to his wife and their eyes met. Fear. Uncertainty. Sorrow. Those emotions were written on both their faces.
"I love you, Eithan."
"I love you, Sarah."
The President of Jamaica shared one last kiss with his First Lady. Their last.

His Holiness Pope Celestine VI has sharply condemned the recent attack on Kingston by Kommerian forces that saw the use of a thermobaric weapon.

His Holiness stated that an attack by a government on its own citizens with what he called "a weapon of mass destruction" was "unconscionable, barbaric and beyond the pale for any nation calling itself civilized."

While he did not mention it in his statement, Vatican insiders say that His Holiness may be considering the use of an interdict against Kommeria, as he did against Mexico after it invaded Neo Britianna. One can only speculate on the effect that such a pronouncement would have

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