Aurora Theatre of War: Xagrurg

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" TAKE OUT THAT RPG ON THE ROOF DAMMIT WERE GETTING SHREDDED DOWN HERE" LTJ. Huberty screamed to the snipers on the roof. He led a insurgent convoy of Latian & Kuthern soldiers to take out enemy’s on the east of the city, “3.2.1… Swish” Cpt.Helminger says to himself before killing the target. Once the RPG was killed 3 Blackhawks quickly come in to take the dead and wounded " Its 22 dead 12 wounded… I’m Sorry Sir" the medic says bedore returning back to the chopper .

Meanwhile at the South Yor Airport 10 Blackhawks carrying 80 Tretrid and 40 Kuthern soldiers as part of the 1st Joint Company, closely following were 3 AH-1 cobras from Latianburg Army. 2 More Company 2 & 4 were loading up in 2 C-17s to parachute in to the east side of the city to bring additional support to the current pinned down soldiers. The 3rd Company will be riding in 3 hours later on 3 C-130s to bring in vehicles as well.

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(OOC: Due to a mistake in my calculations, a Tretridian company actually contains 82 people.)
“Okay. Now this is a warzone.”

Captain Francis Sullivan looked up at the cityscape, or, to be accurate, what was left of the cityscape. Excessive bombing, and artillery had turned most of the buildings into ruin.

The soldiers started to set up machine guns.

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Silence.

Until the bombs and guns and screaming began. The Kutherno-Latian forces were taking the east of the city. Blood. Lots of it. Every possible way to kill someone was explored, save, of course, for the chemicals and nuclear weapons that were forbidden by international convention and tradition. Without the protection of statutes and treaties, could the soldiers rely on fair play and honourable combat and conduct to save their lives. War had an interesting way of combining fear for ones own life with the terror and violence one inflicted. Tito had been struggling for the past few days. The final assault on the eastern part of the city was greater than he could stand. He shot a man, whose body was thrown off a tall building, splattering upon impact.

With that he had a nervous breakdown. He vomited on the corpse repeatedly. When he stopped, he cried and laughed on the floor. His fellow soldiers could do nothing, but put him in a closet somewhere until they could attend to him. The last Xagrurgian forces were being pushed back. They put up a stiff fight. Their last ditch attempt to survive was to use aerial attacks to enact a “scorched-earth” doctrine.

The Furnifoldian virus had rendered navigation on-board the Xagrurgian jets inert. Rather than pull pack their operatons, as they hoped, the ruthless Xagrurgian government ordered the troops to maintain the assault, dropping bombs at random.

This process was counterproductive in that infrastructure was damaged, men on both sides were lost. That was of little concern. The defeat of the foreigners was the sole objective and Xagrurgiana would stand triumphant. Although the Kuthern jets fought valiantly, it cannot be denied: “You cannot kill a man who wants to die”.

Fear, loss and despair. Rattled and broken, twisted and stolen. The suburbs were no safer, as the bombs fell. There was no safety but the comfort of loving arms and the solace of prayer.

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The Oans and Furnifoldians met after the ingenious trap that Commander Keyes had laid was successful. It had been a struggle to get their enemies to surrender. Although international convention required that they were treated with respect, the cold weather made it more difficult for them to meet anyone’s needs whatsoever. The only course of action was quite clear, the waterworks and powerstation had to be captured.

Although fighting was heavy in the east, the northwest (in which the waterworks and powerplant were located) was relatively peaceful. Handouts from friends were not enough. They needed a stable supply of water and power. Refugees poured in the western and southwest suburbs, seeking shelter, food and warmth.

The Waterworks and Powerplant were critically important, but delicate pieces of infrastructure. They required a delicate touch, whereas the Kutherns were adept at brute force, the Furnifoldians were precise and dexterous manipulators - how both nations handled their role was intriguing to say the least.

OOC: Take it away fellas

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As the 3 B-45s prepared to drop 60 Kdams a piece to ultimately end the fighting in the east side of the city. A specially trained group Of SYG soldiers captured the capital building and held all members hostage tell Kuthern back evac helicopters arrived, it was a bold move in the war it sent a clear message that they can and will take necessary actions to end the conflict. Unlike there brothers over in Furnifold Kuthern soldiers fear less as they usually volunteers wanting to defend there country at all cost, " You member back in 87 when bombed northern Atiland with Cluster bombs" the pilot says to the copilot, " O those were the days before we had to follow pkfu guidelines and stuff, regardless its for the better" the copilot replies.The Kuthern were less about negotiating, which is why in numerous conflicts let the Oans or Furnis do the negotiating work, with over 80,000 Kuthern-Latian troops on North Yor soil the time came for GXE to hit the negotiating tables.

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Captain Jouett and his CIF company moved southwest to get to the water facility. Commander Tukanaye and the Oan Isles soldiers moved to secure the power plant, which would help so many remaining civilians in Yor, and really strike a blow at the capacity of the GXE to hold the populace captive.

The road up was peaceful, due in part to heavy fighting elsewhere, and also the misdirection at the fake command post. GXE soldiers assisting their trapped comrades either ran away upon seeing the Oan forces, or were taken alongside them, and because of this, the soldiers at the facilities were not aware of enemy forces coming. As Jouett advanced, the “sonic washing machine” (called the Bass Cannon from here on out) was set to “snow blow” mode, which meant that snow on branches and bushes was dislodged, in an attempt to make visible enemy booby traps or proximity devices. It seemed to work, however there could be missed alarms that the Bass Cannon did not catch. Everything was quiet, nothing stirred on the trek up, not even a mouse.

The water facility was based on 60 acres of land, but the main buildings covered less than a quarter of that, and these were the targets of the CIF squad. There were three buildings needed to be secured, the wastewater treatment facility, which cleans the incoming water, the pumping station, which is the locus for pipes exiting the facility, and supplying thousands of Yor citizens with treated water, and finally the intake station, which takes the water and supplies it for either the turbines at the power plant or for the water to be treated at the wastewater treatment facility. The force split up to take all three simultaneously. There was expected to be very little resistance.

Jouett moved to the pumping station, a three story building on top of a large river. It functioned as a dam, and Jouett moved to the gatehouse, an old structure in an otherwise new facility. There were several soldiers inside, indicated by the lights in the building. The house was not that large, so one smoke grenade and a quick pop of the Bass Cannon (set to “brain scramble”) incapacitated the people inside. “Definitely soldiers,” a CIF trooper whispered to the Captain. The team left the Bass Cannon on the floor, and proceeded down, as the gatehouse was the top story. Underneath was sure to be larger, but more narrowly confined.

The team descended the stairs, while another team waited upstairs on guard, and to also watch the elevator (eventually to take it down to the third level on the signal). Jouett and his team moved to the second level, which is the main control floor of the pump station. There was a narrow tunnel leading to the main opening, and as soon as the team hit the bottom of the stairs, bullets scattered around them. They were being fired upon! Two CIF soldiers fell as others grabbed them and moved them up the stairs, while Jouett and others hugged the walls to avoid the enemy. These guys must have heard the Bass Cannon but not been impacted by it… well, several kinks definitely needed to be worked out. Grenades would be no use here, and there was no other way to get through this tunnel. Jouett told his men at the top of the stairs to give the signal to the guard team to take the elevator to the bottom floor, and to fight their way up. Perhaps the bottom floor has not been made aware of intruders, he thought.

Jouett yelled to the other men across from him to throw some flares at the enemy, in order to light up and distract them. It would help determine how many GXE soldiers were there, as well as distract them briefly as they attempted to put it out. The flares were thrown across the hall. Five hostiles. Jouett used the time they took to look down to drop one hostile and lay cover fire at the others, as the other CIF soldiers advanced forward, to the next line of obstruction.

Meanwhile, the other CIF squad put eight men in the elevator and took it down to the third level. They trained their guns at the door, expecting fire as soon as it opened, but none of it came. They spread out, moving in between the large water pumps and turbines. There were a fair number of enemies, and across from them was the stairwell. The enemies were watching the stairwell, but did not think to watch the elevator. Well, eventually they did, but by the time they turned around, the CIF squad was out of the elevator and firing upon them. The GXE hostiles hunkered down, they had the high ground, but the CIF squad had much more cover to weave between. No one would dare throw explosives, as it would ignite the facility and do catastrophic damage to the pumping station. The weaving paid off for the CIF, as a couple of soldiers were able to climb up on a pipe and take out a group of GXE forces on an platform. The CIF team pressed to the sides, taking the opposite platform and squeezing the GXE to the middle of the floor, by the stairwell. Some of the pumps had been hit and were spewing water, but luckily the turbines had not been hit. The GXE forces, recognizing their position was not sustainable, ran upstairs to cover it.

Jouett’s and his troops were stuck. There were four of them on the second floor, seven of them on the third floor, and the rest on the first at the gatehouse. The GXE forces were fifteen strong, and had the advantage of watching three choke points, the tunnel, lower level stairs, and elevator. When Jouett’s weapon was running low he asked a soldier above to drop a magazine down to him. When it fell, he had an idea. He called out to his soldiers above the stairwell"Hey, assholes, we are trapped here, the elevator shaft is being watched, but I have an idea. Take the Bass Cannon and put it in the elevator!"

The team on the first floor called the elevator, put the Bass Cannon into it, and kept the elevator door open as they opened up a hatch in the ceiling. Then, one soldier got in the elevator, pressed the second level button, and readied himself. As soon as the second level dinged, he would press the button to “brain scramble” and climb up the elevator escape hatch. He had tied himself with rope, and the first floor team was to pull him up as soon as possible, as he would likely be feeling dizzy and nauseous almost as soon as the Bass Cannon activated.

Jouett was down to his last few bullets, the first floor soldiers would drop magazines down and he would slide them to his men in front of him. The GXE soldiers seemed to be faring much better. At least, until he heard a ping of the elevator call button, and heard yelling from its direction. He couldn’t see what happened, but he was sure that some of the hostiles had been incapacitated. This was their chance, he threw a flash-bang grenade and called for the team on the third floor to move up. The soldiers on the first floor quickly moved to the second level, and the CIF squad advanced on the hostiles. Eight were incapacitated by the Bass Cannon, which looked to be demolished as the remaining forces had shot at it. The rest of the hostiles were either dropped, or incapacitated by the flash bang and assault. Success!

Jouett had previously cursed all on Urth because of that stupid noisy dishwasher, but now he was thanking all that is holy because of it. Its sacrifice would always be remembered. Also remembered were the three CIF fatalities, and seven casualties, who were being treated on the first floor. Jouett and six men went down to the third floor to sweep for any intelligence, and to have his engineer he brought take a look at the water pumps and turbines. The other men were escorting the wounded and head back to a safe location for extraction.

Suddenly, the house shook, and dust crumbled around them. “It feels like an Urthquake,” one soldier said. “No, that’s an airstrike!” Jouett yelled as he ran to get to the top. They made it to the second floor, but debris and blocked their way up any farther. One of the soldiers looked at the electronic mainframe, which had been rendered inoperable, but he saw a radio near the system. Jouett ascertained what had happened. “The GXE called for reinforcements, and the enemy launched an airstrike at the gatehouse.” The elevator was not working either, and the freight door was shut. Jouett realized that, just like in LatianBurg, he was trapped, but unlike LatianBurg there appeared to be no way out.

The GXE banded enough reinforcements together and moved towards the water works, where the other members of the CIF were engaged in their own battles with the security at the facility.

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Victory was a difficult thing to gauge and measure. It seemed easy to break the peace that winning a war is meant to bring. Tito crawled out of the cupboard, after his mental breakdown. He was exhausted and hungry. He went down the stairs of the building and regrouped with his comrades at a rendezvous point he was surprised he remembered. The battle had died down. Bodies scattered here and there and buildings precariously keeping their form reminded him about the perils of war. Rather than falling over, he cleared his mind and marched. Although it was painfully difficult to maintain his composure, he managed to arrive. He felt ashamed of himself. Rather than bring further disgrace upon himself by sulking and hanging his head in shame, he walked in feigning confidence and a readiness to do battle. Although his comrades made jokes about his panic attack and his commander half-heartedly scolded him, no one had the strength to press the issue. He was largely left alone, as some men recovered precious hours of sleep or food. Their role in the battle was over for now.

[hr]

The Oans regrouped after the trap that the Furnifoldians had set for the Xagrurgians. Two men died, a lot better than their forces in other parts of the city were faring. The cold was beginning to have its effect on the soldiers. Although a cold was a mild infection, warranting no major attention, it made a lot of difference when a clear head and nose meant life or death. They tried their best to put on brave faces, but it was clear that they were not built for snow, blizzards and the chilling winds of Aurora. It was a factor that would play into the Xargrurgian’s favour.

Commander Tukanaye and his group had to take the powerplant, whereas the Furnifoldians had to take the waterworks. Although everyone had been aware that the battle for the waterworks and the powerplant would be complex and difficult, exacerbated by the cold, the Oans would soon find out how much.

The facility was a coal powerplant, an expeditious solution to the previous battles that had ensued here before. The facility seemed to conform to the general idea of other coal powerplants.

Colonel Satiye sent four platoons, together with Commander Satiye’s men, they formed a company that would placed under Captain Paloeniye. They divided themselves into three components. The first would attack the mill, where the coal was turned into powder. The second would attack the boilers and turbines. The third would attack the magnetic electric generators. A small group would scout the surrounding area and maintain the integrity of the perimeter.

For all the confidence he tried to instill in his men, Commander Paloeniye knew that there was too little information to be certain of the outcome. They proceeded with the plan. They knew that the Xagrurgiana would be watching, with news spreading of the attack on the waterworks. They had opted to rely solely on infantry to prevent damage to the powerplant. They were concerned, however, that the GXE could repel with artillery. Unfortunately they were right.

As they dispersed to four seemingly inconspicuous locations in a radius of a few hundred metres from the powerplant, they heard artillery fire. Their positions had been revealed to their enemy. They were scattered into the woods that lay in proximity to the Xagrurgians. The Xagrurgian infantry were dispatched to contend with them. Even without much information, it was clear that the Xagrurgians outnumbered the Oans two to one, with another stationed within the fortified walls of the powerplant.

It was clear that they had to fall back. Cpt. Paloeniye contacted the Colonel to send in help. Colonel Satiye, concerned more with the safety of his men than the procurement of a piece of infrastructure that they would have no use for when the war was over. He took the heavy-handed approach and sent the Light Artillery Platoon, a group of 4 APCs with 10 men in each and 20 http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eland_Mk7

He sent in 2 earthmovers and 5 http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/M1_Abrams behind them, to await further instructions. Fighting in the woods, while disadvantageous, was a specialty of Oan soldiers, an advantage in this type of battle. But unfortunately, the wood was much more erratic than they had predicted.

The Xagrurgians marched over the empty space like ants, quickly reaching the wood, in which the Oans foolishly sought cover. Joined by the armoured cars, they gained confidence. They joined their reinforcements, and formed a group. Some men climbed the trees, perching like Kitapaloreatahaenitunu hunters preparing to kill a deer. They shot at the Xagrurgians from the trees, seemingly gaining an advantage.

The Oans concealed themselves with dry foliage and snow, ensaring the unwary Xagrurgians. The armoured cars tipped the balance, finally pushing the Xagrurgians out and culling a substantial number of them, perhaps 30 men while losing 10 themselves. As they reached the edge of the wood facing the powerplant, they were met with the full cunning of the Xagrurgians.

The smell of petrol lingered in the air, an oddity that the Oans ascribed to the smell of coal carried by change in the wind. Burning mortars were flung at the wood. The trees erupted instaneously, bursting into spectacular flames. Of the 160 men who went to take the powerplant, 80 were charred to death and 7 armoured cars were lost. In spite and grief, shells were fired into the powerplant, killing several men, but severely damaging the generator.

The turbines and the generators, overheated. They exploded, fabulous columna of orange and red fire, of grey ash and smoke, and of chunks of melted metal and broken concrete rose into the sky and scattered through the air. As they landed, fires were sparked, burning adjacent properties and natural vegitation.

The Oans watched helplessly as the
Xagrurgians desperately tried to put out the fire. Shame. All that Tukanaye could think of was the shame that would be cast on this force. The Oan seemed to forged of pride and honour. Defeat was not only a strategic loss, it was a cause of shame and humiliation, especially in the eyes of the Kutherns and Furnifoldians. They had lost the plant… for good.

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Meanwhile, in the waterworks facility, the Furnifold CIF team not currently trapped under the gatehouse pumping station were busy infiltrating the other facility components. Unbeknownst to them there was a section of GXE soldiers coming up to reinforce those already at the facility. The wounded CIF forces who assaulted the pumping station were being carried out of the vicinity by the others, and were told to wait in a location and radio for an extraction. However, upon heading up, they saw the enemy GXE reinforcements moving towards the waterworks. “Jeez, our guys are going to get wasted without some help,” one of them said, as they all crouched in an attempt to get out of sight. A CIF Sergeant knew he needed to act, and used his radio to update the AIF on their situation.

[hr]

Captain Plame of the AIF received the incoming call, and set about getting attention to the matter. “Clearly the CIF operation has been made known to the enemy, therefore, there is no need for stealth. We need to get eyes up on the facility, and we need to find out how to stop the enemy forces from overrunning the waterworks.”

The Captain knew that this Task Group only brought along a couple of helicopters, and it was not nearly safe enough to permit these to survey the facility from above. She would have a word with her superiors about proper force acquisition in the future. So, she instructed a beacon be sent out to other allied forces in Yor, giving them an update on the situation in the waterworks. There would need to be eyes in the sky, and whatever the eyes assess is the best way to slow or stop the advancing GXE forces would be important. Also, it is necessary that the Oan forces by the powerplant be checked on, hopefully they are faring better than the CIF.

As Plame finished her broadcast instruction to the Allied channels, she received an notice of aircraft strike detection on the waterworks. Local people in the area heard the strike, and reported that the only thing in the vicinity is the waterworks facility. Plame sighed, unsure that the local reporting was true, but apprehensive that this situation the CIF were in would not be getting any better soon.

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Receiving the beacon 3 Task groups from the Latianburg Army speed thru the forest Twords the Waterworks , meanwhile the RKAF launch 1 RC-131A/S from South Yor to provide reconnaissance for the soldiers on the ground until either the RKM arrive via helicopter or the RLA arrives via ground. Also being told of the explosion 4 SA-25 ground attack aircraft scrambled to provide air support for any soldiers in the vaccinate of the explosion.

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Three companies (about 246 men) received the distress signal and hurried to the aid of the Furnifoldian forces.
(OOC: That’s 3/4 of the battalion currently in Yor.)[edit_reason]typo[/edit_reason]

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The Oan soldiers, having fallen back, took a sigh of relief for now.The plant was more important than they were to the Xagrurgians and their attention would be on it. Unfortunately they had underestimated the numbers and misunderstood the ways of the Xagrurgians. They were pushed by another division of the Xagrurgians. They fought with the Oans, who were slowly fading. Hours passed and Oans lost ground. The Kuthernburgers offered additional support through aerial firepower. The Oans were grateful. They had an opportunity to take a breathe, but was this respits enough. Could they keep fighting for a country that was not their own without gaining anything whatsoever in return. At most they would get a pat on the back. This spirit pervaded the Oan soldiers and little could boost their morale. They were sick of war, sick of the cold and sick of the ideological bullshit that the Oan defence office proliferated. Oaloanu, their commander-in-chief, was also sick of war. Sick of staving off criticism and sick of wasting money. As defeat followed defeat, the case for the war was losing ground. With the future of Yor undecided and Kostoria Obertonia under attack, he had too few resources to really tip the balance. Perhaps it was time to cut his losses.

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CIF Jouett paced back and forth, trapped beneath the gatehouse in the waterworks facility. It was a waiting game for him and his remaining men. The good news is they found that nothing was drastically damaged in the aerial attack, a very easy fix one of the nations or the people of Yor could fix. He worried about his other men, and how they were faring, especially since he believed the GXE would be sending reinforcements. The rest of the Task Group will know we are trapped in here by now, so I gotta wait around for some heavy movers to get rid of whatever is blocking us.

Air didn’t seem to be an issue either, as there seemed to be ventilation from the pumping station to the surface. The only thing to be worried about would be another attack on the pumping station, or something catastrophic to happen inside the facility. All was calm under the station.

[hr]

All was NOT calm aboveground. The rest of the CIF team had been able to secure the other buildings, but now were trapped in the same buildings they just secured. The GXE had arrived, and were laying waste to the troops inside, seemingly uncaring about the important equipment in each building. The CIF forces were hunkered down, but luckily there was some allied assistance in the air, at least keeping the GXE from directly assaulting the structures with airstrikes.

As an explosive rocks the intake station, the forces inside realized they needed to do something. That station was not really defensible, due to its smaller size and lack of relevant cover. Plus, there was equipment in there that could flood the building with some nasty stuff if it was struck. The intake station overlooked the dam, on the other side of the pumping station that Jouett was trapped in. This location served to take raw sewage and water and move it to the next station to be treated, and then pumped out through the pumping station. The guys in the building realized that they couldn’t fight their way out of the building, so they decided to fight their way down the building, as in, down the dam. They found several tarps that were hung over some of the equipment, tied them together, and then moved carefully towards the exit overlooking the dam. While some CIF soldiers laid cover fire, the others flung the tarp off the balcony. Luckily there was a walkway not too far below. The re-purposed rope did not stretch all the way down, but the fall was not deadly. And, it connected with the treatment facility, a much more defensible position, and one the other CIF forces could use reinforcements for.

The wounded were lowered from the tarp down, which was tied to a post near the building. Other CIF units had already gone down the rope and caught the wounded as they dropped. Slowly, the CIF units shimmied down, while others covered their descent. Finally, the last two units practically jumped off the balcony and caught the rope, and fell the short distance down, only slightly wounding themselves due to the descent. The force burned the rope and ran as quickly as possible to the door to the treatment facility, before the GXE could wise up and start firing on them from the walkway. Upon entering the building, they yelled out (hopefully to be heard) to the other CIF soldiers in there. Luckily they were, as the forces took much better positions to defend the building from the GXE forces. This was where they would make their stand, either to succeed in defending themselves, or to be overrun by the hostiles.

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LTC.Atesso of the 492nd Airborne Rangers received word of a group of soldiers from the Oan Armed Forces that his soldiers frequently worked with as well as fought with in Latianburg, furious after hearing that no one is helping these soldiers he begins to speak over the base speakerphone " Attention 492 were loading up and moving out to the plant to assist some close friends, I want 5 UH-60s 3 AH-1s and for god sakes can we get some goddamn food, water. and additional weapons to them in meantime JESUS" he ends the announcement and suits up. Word got around base fast and alot of the marines were upset that Higher heads waited so long to reenforce there allies , 2 C-21s took off and begin dropping additional supplies to the oan also dropping a note on one of the crates " We Haven’t forgot about you old pals 492s " .

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News of the troubles that had befallen the Oan and Furnifoldian forces to the south of the city, spread quickly. Everyone in the war was always afraid of personal injury to themselves. When the reality and possibility of defeat befell them, fear found a roost in the hearts. Like a cuckoo chick, she fed at their confidence and nibbled on their spirit. In the hub of the city, they held on to their positions. They fought above, staunchly maintaining their positions with neither side moving. Although there was a lack of progress, more and more people continued to die. Every hour a life was lost.

Tito was in the cellar of a building that the Oans had taken. Neither food could fill his hunger, nor drink quench his thirst. Neither his comrades could bring him comfort, nor his leaders provide him clarity. The circumstance held no hope and his enemies were like asps. They bit at their heals and the Oans struck their heads. Just as the poison of asps remained even after the end of its master, it continued to work.

That poison was fear. Terror. Tito sat for three hours in absolute stillness. He looked at the Book with which men are informed ad by which they are edified. But today it held no meaning. It was just words which felt empty and weak. The tenets upon which they claimed power seemed fickle. He turned to the Book of the Psalms of David chapter 91.

“He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.”

He read over the text. He reread it several times until the boundaries that gave words meaning and formed becane murky. It all felt meaningless. It spoke grandly, but he failed to understand what it meant. As he pondered these things, a fellow soldier came down to the cellar and faced the wall. He sat there in silence.

Tito wanted to at least greet the man. When he walked closer to him, he was disgusted. The man’s left hand had been hewn off. He wore an eyepatch to cover the space where an eye should have been. A massive scar ran from the top of his head, down his cheeks to his chin.

Although Tito had thought he had seen it all and could be moved by little, his comrade was able to deny him that pleasure and satisfaction. Before he could open his mouth. The man said, “Just go”.

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To:
Erwin Pipua
High Commander/Scum of the Urth
Lesser Xagrurgian State

Hello Scum,

This is a formal declaration of WAR. The Empire of Asendavia hereby declares war against the GXE. Everyone who has citizenship in your nation or is from your nation will be deported immediately. All diplomatic ties will be cut. You are scum of the Urth and you will pay.

From:
Jon Harstad VII
Kaiser
Asendavia

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Imperium, Xagrurg

(After coming back from a intense fight with the flu, Erwin Pipua returns back to his duties and convenes a meeting with his generals.)
Erwin Pipua: “Alright, what has happened while I was gone?”
General: “Not so great, Yor is a battleground between our forces and the Allied forces.”
Erwin Pipua: “Damn, can we send more troops and aircrafts to Yor?”
General: “Possibly, the situation has stalemated on the SCE-GXE front and Kostoria-Obertonia has already fallen.”
Erwin Pipua: “Try to send 25,000 marines and more bombers over to Yor. Also, pursue assimilation with the Kostorian-Obertonian races; its wasteful to kill off potential soldiers and laborers during the wartime. I also may contact the Kostromastan government in an attempt to get them to join the Axis.”
General: “I’ll send over the forces to Yor but if I may sir, I reccomend we ready our nuclear missiles and chemical weapons in case the situation escalates out of control.”
(Erwin Pipua bites his lips) “Alright, you can ready our WMDs but only under my orders and in a last ditch effort. You’re all dismissed.” (Meeting leaves the room but Erwin Pipua stays and calls the Kostromastan president on an encrypted channel.)
[hr]
As the marines and bombers receive their orders, they begin to scramble and embark on their trip to Yor. The ICBM silos around Xagrurg and Yor are placed on high alert along with the nuclear bombers.

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The CIF soldiers in the water treatment facility were as automatic as their weapons. They had reverted to a more primal mode of being. Fire shots, duck below cover, repeat. The back entrance long since barricaded, and some soldiers laying fire on the highest floor and the roof, the CIF were surrounded and low on ammunition. They needed assistance or else they would be overrun.

Luckily, when all seemed bleak, the Kuthernburg 502 armored division came barreling through the waterworks. Quickly driving up to the treatment facility, they formed a defensive perimeter around the building, as forces got out of the APCs and engaged the GXE. Also, almost at the same time were the Tretrid companies, moving into the facility with precision. The GXE hostiles, flanked on one side and unable to pierce through the armor, strategically retreated in their only direction, towards the power plant.

The armored units formed a wall around the area where the GXE had just retreated, and the CIF guys emptied out of the building. “You really saved our asses out there, thank you.” The Lieutenant said to the Kuthernburgs and the Tretridians. “Do you have some method of communication? We need to get into contact with the other force out here.”

Upon being handed a line, the Lieutenant quickly phoned Captain Plame of the AIF, and was both briefed and debriefed in a flurry of back-and-forth. He turned to the gatehouse, saw it destroyed, and ordered some of his force to scope it out from the top to identify areas that rubble can be removed from. He also ordered soldiers and engineers to check on the structures, to see what the damage was. It turned out that a critical component of the water treatment was destroyed in the attack. It was the turbine tanks, units that control the flow of water that goes into the treatment plant for treatment. The engineer on his team estimated that it would take a couple of weeks to repair, but he was doubtful they could find the equipment on Yor, given the situation.

Finally,upon receiving the information that the Oan forces were not successful in securing the power plant, he looked at his force and assessed how ready they would be to assist Oan, especially with the GXE coming down on them. They were ready, but would need a fresh supply of ammunition and water (ironically enough). He asked the Kuthernburgs and Tretridians if they could spare ammo, and if they would assist in bailing out the Oans with the storm that cometh their way.

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“Alright, does everyone approve of the message to the GXE?”

All cabinet members, some begrudgingly, responded with, “Aye”

“It’s settled then; we shall inform the GXE of our plans to assist them.”

Orevon pressed the “enter” button on his keyboard, and sent the telegram.


From The Executive Cabinet of The Confederation of Kostromastan

To the Heads of the Greater Xagrurgian Empire,

The Confederation of Kostromastan has voted to join your cause against the Staynish-Cathalrus Empire. We as a confederacy believe that your efforts to prevent the SCE’s potential continental dominance to be justifiable and absolutely critical to the survival of Auroran freedom. As such, we shall work with your alliance to better halt the SCE’s movement.

Regards,

The Executive Cabinet of Kostromastan

[ul]
[li]Ivan Orovich, of Volgodalov
[li]Head of the Cabinet Robert Orevon, of Nalachikov
[li]Stepanov Olegovich, of Novgoroda
[li]Mila Rostilov, of Nolov
[li]Ekeli Vladolovich, of Astrakhova
[li]Yura Valentinov, of Tulava
[li]Lerana Otrovna, of Golova[/li][/ul]

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LTC.Atesso of 492nd landed were the oans were trapped, his forces came in with fury the SA-25s were flying low and dirty dropping bombs and killing enemy’s with quickness “Good be here mate, did you really think we could forget about our old pals” the soldiers quickly Roped down the helicopters and assisted the oans the wounded were quickly airlifted , while the AH-1s continued to give ground support to the soldiers. "How bout you boys rest up get some sleep eat, we will guard the perimeter

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Royal President sits and sends a a email to the leader of the GXE informing him of a Ceasefire Agreement.

Email

To:Leader Of GXE
From : Royal President Rico

On this day, in the year of our lord 2017 , the allied forces wishes to have a ceasefire with key requirements which I believe my secretary emailed you in a private account earlier, we request that all military actions against Allies be somewhat ended as we sign the agreement.

Yours Sincerely
Royal President Rico

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3 AV-8B harriers and 2 F-18s from Latianburg scramble to intercept the aircraft , prior to approaching the aircraft the issued a warning of flying into control airspace , they were giving orders not to fire unless fired on.

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After securing the military alliance with Kostromastan, Erwin Pipua receives another email from Royal President Rico detailing the ceasefire.
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To: Royal President Rico
From: High Commander Erwin Pipua

I have received your email with the ceasefire terms and have accepted it with some reluctance.

Sincerely,
High Commander Erwin Pipua of the Greater Xagrurgian Empire
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When news of the ceasefire spread throughout the GXE Military High Command, all GXE forces began recieveing orders to hold fire and return to base, including the air squadron and marines heading towards Yor. All GXE forces begin to pull out of Yor as well. However, the ICBM silos and and bombers carrying nuclear bombs still remained on high alert in case the ceasefire falls apart.

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