Klygesh begins building up its military forces.
President Jackson promotes a new, large military.
So what exactly are you doing?
200 new tanks are built in the city of New Grant, largest city of Klygesh.
Soon the KAF (Klygesh Armed Forces) starts a mass recruitment drive, with TV ads, newspaper ads, and social media ads (most posted on WorldBook, Klygesh's own social media platform)
President Jackson visits cities and towns across the Republic, encouraging nationalism and conservatism.
In New Grant alone 987 people join the Military. Soon over 2k more people join the Military, mainly the Army. Klygesh starts its own Manifest Destiny, proposing annexing all of Canada.
The KAF starts building more military bases.
President Jackson proposes meeting Preisdent Faroe of the United States.
Same my guy
That's cool! What kind of tank?
German calls for Klygesh to stand down
With Klygesh being a German ally, Germany is requesting that they back down from ANY hostilities regarding Canada, citing "A war with Canada would require overwhelming German support, support we are not able to give. We furthermore plan to NOT assist Klygesh in their offensive, and if a war breaks out between the said state and the United States, Germany will have no choice but to break the alliance.
Russia has found this all very laughable.
Foreign Office Press Release
Regarding Labradorian Ambitions:
|The British Government advises President Jackson and the government of Klygesh against any sort of military action against His Majesty's Dominion of Canada. Any attempt at Canadian territory would result in an immediate, unhindered response from the British Armed Forces, both independently and acting in support of the already highly professional and capable Canadian Armed Forces.|
The United States of America warns the Republic of Klygesh against any actions deemed hostile towards the Canadian Dominion. The United States will defend their allies against Klygeshian aggression at all costs. President Faroe will agree to meet with President Jackson in Washington DC to discuss this matter futher if he so wishes.
this is all
RAF Akrotiri, British Sovereign Base Area, Cyprus:
|Colonel Richard Atkins, Commanding Officer 3rd Battalion, Parachute Regiment, watched as queue of camouflaged men, weighted down with plate carriers, bergens, rifles and as much ammunition as they could carry slowly shuffled up the sloping rear ramps of the 10 Hercules transports which sat on the departure apron of the base. The din of clunking kit and the Paras talking amongst themselves was drowned out every now and then as pair after pair of Typhoon FGR.4s and MQ-9B Reapers clambered skyward into the growing early morning light. Despite the obvious risk, "3 PARA" seemed to be in typically good spirits - with a rendition of "Green On" spreading through each platoon. The plan was fairly straightforward though fraught with risk (which could be said for most things the famous "Maroon Machine" had been asked to do): A direct assault onto an airhead, which in English meant landing a C-130 Hercules on an enemy airfield - usually while being shot at - running out the back and seizing it.
The typical Paratrooper - in excellent physical shape, somewhat barrel chested and as well-built as an infantryman could be - Atkins took his place on the final mesh seat in the lead Hercules' hold. His Battalion HQ was on the sixth bird, but he wanted to lead his men - especially considering the tight quarters they would be fighting in. Each "stretched" C-130J-30 carried about 60 paras each, with The Support Company's Land Rover WMIKs spread between the aircraft. These would provide crucial fire support in the assault - there was no other way to bring the Company's extra "Jimpies", Browning .50 Calibres and Grenade Machine Guns into action as quickly. He watched his lads carefully, they were all checking their gear for the umpteenth time, adjusting attachments on the L85A3s, checking their chest rigs, plate carriers, webbing, etc. It was the ritual of almost all professional soldiers - keep checking the same things over and over again, knowing all was in place, until you had to fight. The din of conversation finally ended as the Rolls-Royce Turboprops whined into life, the rear ramp raised - cutting out much of the light - and the "Fat Albert" as it was known, began to ease forward down the taxiway towards the runway, 9 others in trail.
As the Hercules lifted off and headed north past Rhodes, the Fast Air and the Drones got to work. 8 Typhoon FGR.4s were the first on station. Three elements of two stayed high at 15,000ft as the approached Altis, 2 however descended, Paveway IV LGBs and Brimstone missiles beneath their wings. At 200ft they passed HMS Euraylus at the bay entrance and headed North towards Altis International Airport, the two No.3(F) Squadron pilots pushed their throttles through the afterburner gate as they did so and triggered their countermeasure dispenser systems. The pair of Eurofighters conducted a textbook show of force; the blue-orange afterburner plumes streaked from their engines as they howled over the Altian countryside, dispensing IR flares every half-second or so to prevent MANPADS from engaging them. Just as they passed over the airport, both fighters were obscured by shock cones as they broke the speed of sound, the signature, deafening sonic boom following an instant after. Feeling that they'd suitably shaken up the ground forces, they eased into a supersonic "zoom" climb back up to 15,000 to rejoin their squadron mates.
It was about this point the MQ-9 Reapers arrived on station. Four of them, they took up orbit at 12,000ft, a 2km north, west, south and east of the airbase, slaving their thermal imaging systems to the base and the surrounding countryside. Their goal was to spot and relay the positions of AAF Forces in the airport and within strike distance of it, then either dispatch them or task the Typhoons to do so.|
This is of course granted and a diplomat is invited to Vukovar to meet with foreign minister Jakov Živanović.
"Well comrade it could be better, although it serves well at it's current purpose, which is putting down insurrection, especially in Albania and Bosnia."
Ministry of Defense, Kavala
| The door to the MoD flew open, as the Loyalist forces stormed the building. The surprised and demoralized AAF guards stood no chance against the guerrillas, especially with the fact that weeks prior Loyalist Intelligence discovered the blueprints to the MoD, and had studied every single room to the most accurate degree possible. Eventually, Loyalist forces crowded around the door bearing Akhanteros's name, before breaking it down. Inside was the commander of the AAF, quietly writing his next mandate while sipping on a cup of coffee. He looked up, a pair of reading glasses slipping off his face, "Captain Anastas! What a pleasant surprise." |
Hektor Anastas: | "I'm not here to play games, Colonel." |
Georgious Akhanteros: | "Presumably. Unless your men were just playing airsoft with the AAF." |
Hektor Anastas: | "You know what I'm here for." |
Georgious Akhanteros: | "Not really, no." |
Hektor Anastas: | "The key." |
Georgious Akhanteros: | "To what? My house?" |
Hektor Anastas: | "The warehouse." |
Georgious Akhanteros: | "Oh, that key. I can provide it for a price." |
Hektor Anastas: | "Name it." |
Georgious Akhanteros: | "I heard the gunfire outside, and you're standing in my office, so I can only assume you've captured Kavala, meaning the war is over." He sipped his coffee again, "I want immunity from the resulting criminal trials after I give the order to the AAF to stand down, immunity from whatever you find in there, and safe exile to another island in the Aegean. I hear Lesbos is quite nice these days." |
Can you respond to our meeting eventually?