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Due to unrest in southeast Prei meas has the Cantanese government decided to increase security in the northern provinces adjacent to the conflict area. The government has also ordered troops to be sent to the border. The population living at the border is asked to leave for security reasons.

January 18th, 2020 - 0616 Hours
SB-C044C {Ascalon Air Force Base}, Skyden Provincial District

A sharp cry of an alarm and call over the base-wide PA system shook Lila Marcialis from her dozing. The trio of other pilots around her violently stirred out of their beds.

"Attention all personnel! Emergency alert stage three! Man your stations immediately and await further instructions! This is not a drill!"

The last words struck her like a slap to the face, and she pushed herself out of her bunk, shaking off the sluggish morning exhaustion.

"A weekend? Really!?"
"What the f*ck's going on?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, come on."

The door to the section burst open as a tall, clean-cut man, in his flight suit with a colonel's patch on his arm, swung it into the wall.

"Get your *sses to conference 241 right now! We need to brief and get you airborne as soon as possible!"

"Our gear, sir?"

"Get it on during briefing. Move!"

"Yes, Sir."
"Right-o."
"Yup."

The colonel left, leaving the door open, as the three pilots clambered down the hall with their equipment bags hauled over their shoulders as they ran.

"F*ck, we could'a slept in for once."

"Shut up, Quinden. You'd sleep until at least nine regardless."

"She isn't wrong--"

"Nuh-uh. I don't wanna hear that sh*t outta you two."

She leaped up the adjacent stairwell as she pressed a suppressed snicker from her lungs.

"I heard that."

"C'mon, before he gets p*ssed."

They slowed to a fast walk as ground personnel maneuvered around them as fast as their legs could carry them.

"Right here, 241."

Lila turned the doorknob and brought her full weight behind her shoulder into the door, barging through it as the retinue at her heels funneled past her.

"We're here. Ready now, sir."

"Good. Suit up, shut up, and pay attention. We're on the clock."

As the four pilots stuffed themselves into their gear as the colonel, already dressed in his flight suit, slammed a stack of paper on a table to straighten it out.

"0430 this morning, one of our western reconnaissance teams reported large scale movement emerging across the border in Prei Meas. Last that they checked, all of that was heading east, towards us."

He paused for a moment as he picked up the top piece of notepaper and cast it onto the floor in haste.

"Sightings suggest that they ain't military, but that scumbag terror organization that sprang up just this week. They've advanced on us like they aren't expecting a fight. Most of our forces are in the south pushing for Directus, and those few guys out there need our help and bad. The reconnaissance teams in the area have since retreated, but OPFOR has pushed east ten miles in two hours. At the rate they're going, they'll be on top of this base before noon. We gotta kick their *sses with no mercy."

He stops to take a breath and looks at the four faces intently watching. "Questions?"

"Any air threats?"

"No. All of your planes are going with ATG only. You'll pack winglet heatseekers like always, but nothing more. Either way, don't expect any air threats."

"How long should we be there?"

"As long as they need you. We'll be ready back here to do any service to your craft when you need it."

"Wait, you're not coming?"

"Four planes will do. My loss is nothing. You'll all be fine."

"What about the DOL? Any information on those bastards?"

"No, although until we can get new intel, we can only assume that they're not fighting each other, at least not yet. Get us as much intel as you can."

Long silence.

"Nothing else? Oh, almost forgot. When you put a dent in the enemy, see if you can get information about Directus from our counterpart in the south. Provide any support as necessary. Our forces are in progress of taking SB-D0534C. You should be able to land and get serviced there by the time you've dropped everything to proceed to Directus."

The pilots nod.

"Novak Squadron, you're dismissed. Get up there, ASAP."

Lila briefly combed her fingers through her hair before sliding her HMD helmet onto her head.

One of the others nudged her. "Marcy? Gear check?"

"Sure."

She tugged at the straps on his equipment and inspected her colleague over. "Everything's good to go. Can you check mine?"

"Yup."

She felt the gentle tugs on her vest and gear straps for a minute as he briefly checked her over.

"Lookin' good."

"Really? Thanks."

"Pfft. Yeah. You're ready to roll."

"Cool."

The four pilots glanced around, looking at each other.

"We good?"

The three others nod.

"Let's move. Quick."

Conch Kingdom is very happy to announce the joint Role Play event between Conch Kingdom and TSP!

We will have many keynote speakers included from both Conch Kingdom and The South Pacific. An RP debate, character profiling and and Much more. The event starts on January 20th and runs for 5 days!

EVERYONE is invited, so, you don't have to be a citizen of TSP or CK to join. So If you are into Role-playing come join and enjoy! https://discord.gg/GdgVAty

Severusius wrote:

Honored fellow regional countries and whom else this may concern,

The Republic of Severusius is pleased to join this mighty region. We are excited to live amongst you in cooperation and harmony.
Tonight, the free citizens of all Severusius celebrate the opportunities that lay before us as the sun sets for a better tomorrow. May it rise on a region at peace.

Yours truly,
Severusius

Well hello there! Nice to have you and we look forward to your contributions!

Hello non-Discord users, this is just a quick announcement from your Minister/WA Delegate.

1. We are above 200 nations once again! Cheers.
2. We have multiple RP projects/forums for you guys planned, one of which being a historic roleplay set centuries ago hosted by my loyal Deputy Neuewland. The other one, which has been planned by Wolfgalia, which... I will not spoil!

More to come, hopefully. Remember to endorse your Delegate and stay tuned for more stuff! And to any new nations that may be reading this: the Discord is a cool place to hang out with fellow Anterians and get affiliated with the region, though it is not necessary whatsoever. Cheers again!

Hey guys, back. Please don’t kill me. 😓

Junterland News
Hello, I'm Hans, and this is Junterland National News! The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has released a travel warning on the nation of Prei meas, stating the main cause being the recent unrest in the nation. Also, the Ministry has released a travel ban on the nation of Azureden, and has advised all Junterlandian citizens in the country to return home. This all stems from a report from the LKA that makes it seem that the country is in a civil war. In other news, the Hindenburg Islanders and the Klaueburg Crabs will be facing off . . .

Paslin National News

Michael: Welcome to today’s news. Today, after the terrorist attacks in Azureden and Prei meas, all flights to and from the area have been canceled, along with any trade headed towards the area. Paslin is open to taking in refugees from the area, though few are expected due to the distance. Nevertheless, extra security has been deployed in immigration. Any Paslin citizens in the country have been ordered to come home immediately.

Michael: Next, the states of Ordine and Heimdal are back at it again in another trade dispute...

Paslin island wrote:

OOC: Quick questions on the current conflict:

Lila and her squadron are CPC members, if I am reading the map correctly? Sector C04, Smaller Sector 4, and then C (Which I don't know is part of what on the map)

They may also be Parliamentary National Guard, but I'm not sure.
Speaking of circles on the map, in the second link picture, what do the black circles represent?

And finally, who are the Azurite Militias, Disciples of Liberation, and the Blue Coats, and what are their aims? And which side is the terrorist group Lila and her squadron are talking about? I'm assuming as well that the PNG is the government before this civil war broke out.

Sorry for asking so many questions, I wanted to be able to understand the roleplay a bit more.

Yeah, I neglected to fill everyone in on those. I'll go down the line here.

- You're right, Lila and her squadron are CPC. The exact grid reads as follows; Sector C04, subsector 4, center.
- The black circles are military outposts. Usually, these are small supply depots, but there are larger ones that can field aircraft or heavy armor.

- The Azurite Militias are a peaceful group following the native religion praising their goddess. They're trying to stop the conflict, but the conflict exploded out of control so quickly that there's nothing that they can do. Not to mention that they're viewed as another armed faction split and should are viewed as rebels anyway.
- The Disciples of Liberation, the DOL, are an ethnically and religiously diverse group who values multicultural harmony. It looks to them like everyone else around them is trying to take their freedom away, and they're pulling some massive jank to stop that from happening. Leftist extremists, putting a stop to the oppression that's pushed against them.
- The Blue Coats are the ideological extremists, anarchic communists in a way. They absolutely hate the government with a boiling rage for trying to stifle their civil liberties. All they want is really to be left alone and form their own independent state, but the Parliamentary National Guard ain't having any of that.
- The Parliamentary National Guard, the PNG, is the direct military hand of the nation's incumbent parliament. They've been appointed on emergency orders to quell the violence at all costs, doing whatever is necessary. Often times their efforts get... a little out of hand. However, they have been seeing some degree of success. They are just about in strength to the CPC, the strongest faction militarily. Negotiation is possible, just that it usually doesn't go well.

-Those terrorists you mentioned are a religious extremist group centered in Prei Meas, much similar to ISIS, with a wounded pride from having their old territory ripped away from them from years past. Now reorganized and out for blood, they've moved out to secure what they want by any means necessary. This includes running straight into Azureden's western and southwestern reaches, into the bounds of the CPC and DOL. Their incursion deserves a military retaliation, which is what the CPC was doing in prioritizing self-defense and scrambling aircraft to stop them.

I'll see if I can get more in-depth information for people to pick apart in due time.

January 21st, 2020 - 1047 Hours
75 Miles South of Directus, Directus Provincial District

"Novak 1 to all callsigns, drop to cherubs one-point-five on my mark. Maintain airspeed at 750."

"Waitin' on you."

"Mark."

An echelon of five planes, all bearing the dragon's emblem, gently dipped towards the flat coastal plains of Canton, the grass and gently rolling hills blowing past them as they streaked over the treetops, well underneath the net of radar screens.

"Fifty miles to Directus. Weapons systems active."

Lila reached down in her cockpit, flipping up a cap and switching the MASTERSAFE off and enabling master arm. Her MFD displays on the control panel lit up, as all of her armaments came to life.

"Two, master arm, check."
"Three, master arm, check."
"Four, master arm, check."
After a pause, Lila adjusted her helmet microphone.
"Five, master arm, check."

"All weapons active. Hold fire until I give the order."

A spray of sand rose behind them as they flew over the beaches into the strait, close enough to see the individual crests of the waves.

"Twenty-five miles. Remember, we want to catch as many DOL ships in the opening salvo as possible. Be ready to engage every threat that emerges after the opening run."

"Do they have aircraft?"

"Directus has an airport, so assume that they do."

"What about the PNG?"

"If they fire on us, wipe them out."

"Rooooooger that."

Lila's HMD lit up with little squares, picking up radar signatures. She clicked a cycle button on her stick, switching control to her anti-ship missiles. She picked the biggest marker she saw and locked it. An overlapping rhombus shrank down over her selected marker. A piercingly high tone whined in her ears.

"5, I have a lock."
"3, set."
"2, ready to fire."
"4, I'm ready to rumble."

...

"Fire."

"Missiles away!"

Four anti-ship missiles shot off their pylons and streaked ahead towards their targets.

"Don't wait for results! Again!"

Lila quickly switched her target as the lock-on rhombus turned solid, followed by the shallow whine of the tone in her cockpit.

"Bruisers out!"

Four more warheads streaked off the planes and disappeared into the mist ahead.

"All planes, break on my mark!"

The planes came into sight of Directus, the port only miles away. A score of fireballs illuminated the coastal morning fog, followed seconds after by another set of four, filling the air with thick clouds of fire and black smoke.

"BREAK!"

Lila pulled back on the stick and soared into the skies above the city. The five black birds of death tore through the cloudy skies as a sea of oil and mangled steel lit up in a blaze beneath them.

"Novaks, engage!"

She looked over her shoulder at the mess they made in the port.

"Counting at least six ships on fire. One blown in half, three more already listing heavily."

"Give 'em another."

"With pleasure!"

Each plane pulled an Immelman turn, up into a half loop, and came back down on the fleet as the specks of people ran in all directions below them.

"Fire!"

Her third missile dropped from the rail and sailed down into the harbor. The sleek profile of a moored AEGIS frigate disappeared under a hideous black and orange explosion, as a geyser of water rose into the air from its dock.

"5 here. I managed to hit one of the air defense ships before it could get online. That thing's goin' down."

"Heh. Good work, 5. Keep up the attack."

"Woah, I got planes on the tarmac."

"Wait a sec, what's that?"

Lila diverted her course and pulled her plane over the airport. Sure enough, there were military jets parked on the taxiway. But there was a larger plane: transport. A civilian airliner was on the move, barreling down the taxiway.

"There's a goddamn passenger jet down there trying to take off?? What are they thinking?"

"Bet it's trying to get all the important people out."

"Or just civilians. The city's on fire and I'd bet a hunn'id bucks that those are civvies gettin' outta there."

"Nnng."

"Novak 1? What are you--?"

She watched her lead plane perform a swooping turn and then come in for an attack run on the airfield. He soared over the field as the bombs fell off his plane and slammed into the tarmac. The parked planes under him disappeared under the clouds of dirt and burning metal. The hangar that was no more than a hundred feet from the passenger plane burst into flame, and in a matter of seconds, detonated, rattling the jet. Despite that, the airliner kept rolling forward and turned onto the runway.

"Novak 1, check your fire! That's a passenger jet right there!"

"..."

"They didn't even stop? Are they crazy!?"

"I don't think they'd stay to get a bomb dropped on their heads."

"I sure as hell wouldn't either."

Lila continued watching the airliner as it dropped its flaps and began to accelerate on the runway.

"Aaaaaaand it's taking off!"

"You're serious?"

"Uh-huh."

She observed the plane as it got halfway down the runway, then a sharp alarm blared in her headset.

"Novak 5! MANPAD behind you! Break!"
"SH*T!"

She slammed the airbrake up and jammed the stick into her stomach, spewing flares from her tail.

Even with the crushing weight of the turn, she managed to catch a glimpse of the missile contrail rocketing past her rudder and disappearing behind her.

"A-Alright!"

"You good, 5?"

"Yeah, but f*ck, that was a close one."

There's a pause as she reacquired the passenger jet in her sight.

"All planes, hostiles are getting their AA net online. Drop everything you have and make it quick. We gotta get outta here."

"Will do. There's armor over by the border checkpoints. Let's hit 'em."

"Eagerly. I'll follow you."

The remaining planes circled the city, launching missiles or bombs at whatever they could see. The buildings burned and collapsed below them as rubble filled the streets.

Five long and bloody minutes passed as the city took the blows from the merciless air attack. Ships, tanks, the airport, and other infrastructure all rested as burning coffins for those that stood their ground against the air raid.

"All planes, check in. Winchester?"

"2 is Winchester."
"3, I'm out too."
"4, yeah, same."
"5 is empty."

"Alright, let's get out of here."

As they turned north and left Directus on fire, Lila scanned the airspace for the passenger jet that took off.

"--What happened to the airliner, Major?"

"It got away."

"...You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It's... not." There's a long silence. "--But I doubt the DOL will recover from this one. Excellent work. Well done, guys. I'd eagerly drink to this one."

"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"
"Heh, I haven't even broken a sweat."
"All in a day's work, right?"

As they climbed, a plume of smoke caught her eye, in a field outside the city. It was far away, but her eyes weren't fooling her.

It looked like a crashed plane.

But she held her tongue, even as her suspicion tore at her.

It was going to be a long flight back.

The Kingdom of Velutaria had been busy the past few months, strengthening fortifications, conscripting and outfitting the populace, shipbuilding, as well as recovering from the few sparse attacks that have happened. The Aelian Base camp had been located in Kansto, and had been the hub of war related activity so far. Riders to and from The Empress' tent had been almost daily, with messages reaching the far reaches of the Kingdom in a matter of days. New reports had been flooding in of ships around the eastern coast, with ship patrols going missing without seemingly anything being spotted. They'd been steadily going up the coast, destroying everything they'd come in contact with, the most recent report somewhere around Pelos, the Easternmost town in Ael and on their current course, would either continue onto Kansto or perhaps out to the Isles of Vythe...

Only time would tell, and the Empress didn't have much time left.

On Vythe, the Captain leading the Fort garrison at Drahssa was overwhelmed. Explosions had rained down on the city throughout the day, with it barely ending after dusk. The fort had sustained heavy damage, and most of the garrison had either been killed or wounded. He had his hands full between evacuating the town and trying to figure out what was even going on. Everyone was in a panic. The city was not entirely ruined, but it was obviously being targeted. A large portion of the Vythen Navy garrisoned in Drahssa had also, he assumed, been destroyed or damaged. A majority of the civilian population even claimed it must be the wrath of the gods... whatever it was, He knew that armies, navies, siege equipment... forts, would be powerless to stop it. He dispatched riders to the capital at Vynale, as well as nearby towns to warn them of what had happened.