[AU]Babel

Lazlow quickly left the room.

“-There is no time to loose. We must get back to Lazlowgrad and prepare the army.”-said Lazlow. Than he phoned Lörcs.

“-Comared Lörcs. As you hear, I’m not dead, so I’ll come and take over command. I’ll explain everything later. The thing is, that Pax has decleared war on us. Prepare the army.”

“-At once,Comared. I have already mobilized the army. But you must come back and calm your wife.”

“-Why? Where is she?”

“-Don’t know. Probably looking for a gun.”

Meanwhile the Lazlowian Army already started to mobilize. Fighter planes patroled the skies, while soldiers patroled the roads. Three divisions were mobilized for coastal defence. The goverment also secretly relocated to Örjöng City, becouse the bigger cities(Lazlowgrad, Ittombol, Tarnopol) became tragets for air strikes.

OCC: Forgot to log in again. Owwww…

The pople of Lazlowia hadn’t been informed about the war yet. But they noticed that the sky was filled with airplanes.

While Lazlow was away, Lörcs ordered the execution of three resistance leaders. Since the end of the Third Civil War, there was still a small armed nationalist resistance against the government. While they were not to big, they were still a threath against the state. The resister(well, more like terrorists) first thought that this is another campaign against them, but they soon found out, that this is different.

Terrus laughed. “Yea, you can say that again.” The smile faded as the FPS President took another breath, the horror of the situation again registering in his mind. “Chantal, if the Pax aren’t bluffing, if they are planning to invade…I do fear we will stand no chance against them. At least, not if we attempt to fight them seperately.”

“Would your nation be willing to enter into a military alliance with mine, and hopefully others, in an attempt to provide a combined front against the Pax?”

Chantal nodded, all of the stories she’d heard about the Pax leap-frogging around in her mind.

“Yes.”

Smiling, Ileana De Corde nodded to terrus’ question.

“President Terrus… I know pretty well the Grand Duchy is not a regional power like FPS and Kangarawa and therefore it will not add too much to this alliance you’re speaking of, but you can count us on, if you’ll wish”

Matt nodded, a look of relief on his face. “Ms. De Corde, I doubt even the superpowers of this region could stand up to the Pax alone. If we are to survive, we will need the help of every willing nation in this region, from the Vladistockians to the Looplites. Your help is welcomed and more then appreciated.”

“It’s a trap. It’s a goddamn trap,” Leblanc snarled.

“This isn’t like you, Maurice. I’ve never seen you anything but completely composed before.”

“Well I sure have got a frickin’ reason to blow off now, don’t I? Now that they’ve announced they’re going to annex us.”

Alan Kerk nodded sadly. A clump of leaders were standing in the anteroom, and there was no doubt what they were discussing. Breaking into the conversation, he said, “Sorry to interrupt, but if you’re talking military cooperation, Kelssek is in. I’m sorry I have to run off, but I’m sure you all understand there are other things I need to put in order.”

Don’t have alot of time to post. Damn Ice Storm. Assume Pax troops are rolling into the Indian subcontinent, and have taken “administrative control” of Dovakhan.

Oh Shite. My bad. Edit for name typo.

The Hatstand, Tricorne
War Room

Midhat Earlywine Müller-Coif glared at the map, as if daring it to show a Packilvanian army spreading from Cool Shady Hats to Warm Winter Headgear.

It didn’t. Yet.

She reached out without looking and caught somebody’s aide by the scruff of the neck - it probably wasn’t hers, but that didn’t matter right now. She dragged him to a slightly quieter corner.

“What the hell is John doing about this?” she demanded, thinking it was probably best to get the important things out first.

“Er, we, er, last we heard he, ah, he was stealing any stationery he could find.”

“Eh, could do worse, I suppose. Go get EPTO on the phone, and tell the Em-oh-Em-Aitch* to get the tank squadrons on the go. And coffee. Coffee will be important.”

((*MoMH - Minister of Military Headwear.))

Kangarawa - Tasman City Naval Base
IFF flagship «Nimitz class» Aircraft Carrier Antares
Three days after

Just a moment after the enormous carrier had halted right near the piper the Kangarawan authorities had reserved to the New Iremian flagship, a black http://www.navy.mil/navydata/fact_display.asp?cid=1200&tid=900&ct=1 landed on its main bridge. A moment after, a single Marine jumped off, signing the Grand Duke of Reziel they were ready to take off again. Nodding with satisfaction, the New Iremian commander in chief got inside the copter, grabbing the dossier which had been handed to him.

Fastening his seatbelt, he greeted the EPTO representative sitting right in front of him. An Army Colonel, considering his uniform. Silently, the Grand Duke skimmed through the pages, carefully observing the satellites snapshots. It was incredible. It had took the Pax less than a couple of days to take control of the whole Dovakhan. There had been an initial resistance, of course… but in the end the Cama had been forced to surrender. Any other choice would have implied an immediate retaliation. A retaliation the Republic-Khanates couldn’t afford.

For a brief moment, the Grand Duke wondered if anyone would have had another choice. The military power of the Pax was impressive… and their tech superiority was unquestionable. FPS had called back Galactica, but probably it wouldn’t have been enough. It seemed the Looplites would have reached the ongoing conflict, but… a conflict. It could barely be named like that. There had been no declaration of war. No reason for that. The Pax had simply decided they wanted the whole region, perhaps the whole planet… and they were acting consequently. Sighing, the Grand Duke put the dossier away.

«Colonel, I’ve been informed all of our carriers have reached their battle stations. Two of them had positioned in front of FPSian shores… Tilden Island, to be exact. The other four have reached the Naval Bases your High Command has pointed us. I fear it won’t make any real difference, but at least we’ll try to oppose some kind of resistance, should they try to… invade Kangarawa»

Frowning, the Colonel nodded.

«We cannot do anything else but thanking you, Grand Duke. Being so near the Pax, we’ll probably be the next target. Your readiness to offer us your full assistance is greatly appreciated»

«Colonel… a strong tie links our two nations. You’ve welcomed us in this region from the very beginning, being our greatest ally. Now… the time has come for us to repay that debt. And if we’ll have to do it with our blood, we’ll do it»

«I fear you’ll have, Grand Duke. As soon as possible, General McKinstrey will explain you how he intends to exploit your men. But before that… an EPTO virtual meeting is scheduled to start within thirty minutes or so. The Alliance is finally stepping in»

Nodding, the Grand Duke glanced outside the window, observing the enormous city under the flying copter.

«News from the Kandarinese Federation? Will they assist us?»

«We still do not know, sir»

Ittombol, Lazlowia
Forda Military Base

Lazlow was meeting with the Commander-in-Chief of the Lazlowian Red Army, Koos Jani, General Toth and General Kiss of the Army, Colonel Messzeveri of the Air Force and Admiral Bogdán of the Navy. The war wasn’t a secret anymore.

"-Well, comrades, we must prepare our army. We are lucky, that we have the availability the produce our own tanks and small arms.2-said Lazlow-“But we are still no match for those packilvanians. And these nationalist terrorists are also causeing problems. We mast act immediatly. Any suggestions, comrades?”

“-The packilvanians are still at the Indian Subcontinent. It will take some time, till they get here. Meanwhile, we can elliminate the terrorists.”-said Koos.

“-I think we should make an alliance with some other country.”-said Toth

“-I agree. I’ll contact other countries about a possible military alliance. Meanwhile proceed with the ellimination of the terrorists. Take no prisoners!”-ordered Lazlow.