Civil War in the Beatus

[Visayan Peoples]

Originally Posted by Die Reichsland

0700 hours

Zu: Federation 9th Fleet
Von: Feldmarschall Erwin von Ulm

ATTN: We are about to engage the island. Are you at a close enough distance to be able to coordinate an attack in 2 hours? We are coming off Mhoudia as well, so I assume you may be coming in the same direction.

Please reply ASAP.

To: Feldmarschall von Ulm
From: Federation 9th Fleet

That is correct. we are approaching from the same direction. our ETA to Straumur is 3 hours but we can shorten the trip by increasing our cruise speed. We just might be able to make it in time. all we need is a rendezvous location.

Originally Posted by The Beatus

To Ambassador Macaraig of the Federation of Visayan Peoples,

Your people are in no harm. Every thing is perfectly fine. Why right now we are beating back those pro-democracy scum. You need not worry about the getting you. For your own safety, we must order you to stay within your compound, so as to ensure you do not wonder to close to the front lines.

Signed,
General Hugo Newton,
Commander of Royalist Forces in the City of the Blessed,
The Kingdom of the Beatus

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To Ambassador Macaraig of the Federation of Visayan Peoples,

If you can make it to our lines, we can ensure your safety from there. We cannot however get to you in the city, as it is very dangerous. The enemy, both of them, have booby traps in the streets, and have men with heavy weapons stationed in windows, in schools, churches, and hospitals. They often use civilians as shields, and as to bait us into they're traps. The situation is just too dangerous.

Signed,
Colonel Jim Tupa
Commander, Republican Forces, City of the Blessed
The Republic of the Beatus

As the smoke from the Durian bombardment and air strikes cleared, a motley convoy of armored SUVs, trucks and other vehicles all flying the Visayan flag made its way through the ruins of the Beatusian capital. traversing through the roadblocks was not a problem as the lead vehicle merely flashed a pass bearing General Newton's signature and the sentries let them through with no further questions.

It took only a few hours to leave the city and a few more to cross the Royalist front lines, which was uneventful as the convoy took advantage of a brief lull in the battle to pass through. at the first republican roadblock, Ambassador Macaraig stepped out of his car. "I am the Ambassador of the Federation of Visayan Peoples, may I speak with your commander?"

[The Beatus]

Originally Posted by Visayan Peoples

To: Feldmarschall von Ulm
From: Federation 9th Fleet

That is correct. we are approaching from the same direction. our ETA to Straumur is 3 hours but we can shorten the trip by increasing our cruise speed. We just might be able to make it in time. all we need is a rendezvous location.




As the smoke from the Durian bombardment and air strikes cleared, a motley convoy of armored SUVs, trucks and other vehicles all flying the Visayan flag made its way through the ruins of the Beatusian capital. traversing through the roadblocks was not a problem as the lead vehicle merely flashed a pass bearing General Newton's signature and the sentries let them through with no further questions.

It took only a few hours to leave the city and a few more to cross the Royalist front lines, which was uneventful as the convoy took advantage of a brief lull in the battle to pass through. at the first republican roadblock, Ambassador Macaraig stepped out of his car. "I am the Ambassador of the Federation of Visayan Peoples, may I speak with your commander?"

Republican Checkpoint

"Let's see some id," said the soldier, pointing his M14 at the man's face. The other troops encircled the convoy, weapons drawn and trained on the vehicles. "Also, if everyone else could get out please."

[Durium]

0827, City of the Blessed

One Hundred Durian Blackhawk helicopters, carrying two thousand Marines, buzzed over the City of the Blessed like a nation-sized swarm of killer bees. Sergeants briefed their chalks as they moved in over the drop zones.

"The opening bombardment destroyed many surrounding civilian structures, so you should not have any problems with Royalists in buildings! Once you drop, Chalks One and Four will breach and clear the TV Station! The rest of the Chalks will take up Blocking and Overwatch Positions on the nearby roads. Once the Station is cleared, Division HQ will set up and we will slowly secure our sector of the city! Clear?!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"Lock and load! Who are we?" The chopper breaks into song:

"We've got our shiny weapons, we've got our fancy gear!
But all we need is our name to instill the Huns with fear!
We'll ride in for our allies, We'll kick in their front door
Who the hell are we? - the Allied States Marine Corps!"

0830, The City of the Blessed

The choppers slowed to a stop, their miniguns tracking anyone in the street and dropping any with a weapon. "Ropes, ropes, ropes!" sergeants shouted. The long nylon ropes dropped to the ground like uncoiling snakes. Marines slid down the ropes, dashing to the nearest available cover upon hitting the ground. Weapons began firing immediately as Royalists dashed into the streets, realizing what was happening.

"This is Whiskey Eight-Niner, Chalk One is on the ground."
"Whiskey Two-Six here, Chalk Eight down."
"Chalk Four is off, Whiskey Six-One pulling off."

"Whiskey Wing, this is Charlie Eight-Eight. I send Groundhog (RTB) once chalks are on the ground."

"Whiskey Tree-Eight, here! We've got a problem!"

Chalk Twelve was descending their ropes when Whiskey Tree-Eight was hit by a Stinger Missile. The missile blew off the tail rotor, causing the chopper to spin violently. The men still on the ropes struggled to keep their grip.

"Drop! Drop! Come one! Drop!" men on the ground shouted. Two did, but two more were still hanging on, frozen with fear.

"Shit! Brace!" The pilot shouted over the radio. Whiskey Tree-Eight crashed into the standing stone wall of a wrecked building, stopping its spin, and then fell down to earth in the middle of the street.

"Shit! Chalk Twelve, take up positions around the chopper!" the sergeant ordered. The remaining men of Chalk Twelve took up positions inside the wrecked chopper and ruined buildings nearby, bracing for the inevitable Royalist assault.

0838, City of the Blessed, TV Station

“This is November Fower-Seven, I send Grizzly (Breaching) Objective Whiskey at the main entrance to the south, over,” Sergeant Randall Welsh said over the radio.

“Roger that, Four-Seven. Proceed as planned.”

“This is November Wun-Fife. I send Grizzly Objective Whiskey at the northwest entrance, over,” Sergeant Frank Piper whispered into his comm.

“Wun-Fife, this is Charlie Eight-Eight. Be advised that November Fower-Seven has sent Grizzly at the opposite side, over.”

“Roger that, Eight-Eight.” Piper responded. “Alright, Fowler, set the charge!” Private Leonard Fowler wrapped the small breaching charge around the door handle. “Hit it.”

The charge exploded in a brief bang, ripping the door off its hinges. “Breaching, breaching!” two men shouted, entering the door and covering the corners with their rifles. “Clear! In, in, in!” The rest of the chalk filed into the room.

“Alright, let’s clear this place out! Simmons, Petrov, Randleman, clear the rooms in this hall! Franks, Greer, Cole, you’re with me! We’re heading upstairs and clearing those rooms. The rest of you, move to the Main Studio and clear it out! Go!” Sergeant Piper said. The men formed into their groups and headed towards their objectives.

Corporal Simmons carefully opened the door to the hallway, his rifle at the ready. “Clear,” he whispered. “Stack up for a door breach,” he said, sliding against the wall next to the next door. “Ready?” The men nodded. “Breaching, breaching!” he shouted, slamming his weapon into the door in the door. “Flashbang, out!” Randleman shouted, tossing in a grenade. “In, in, in!” The men filed in, shooting the two Royalists who had been lounging in the room. “That’s one way to give an eviction notice,” Simmons chuckled.

Upstairs, Piper and his men cleared out several offices of Royalists. Lining up at another door, Piper could hear voices inside. “Alright, Cole, set the charge. Franks, toss in a flashbang. Greer, you and me go in after the flashbang goes off and cover the far corners.”

“Roger that, sir." Cole wrapped another charge around the handle. “Ready?” Piper nodded. “Clear!” The charge exploded, and the door burst open. “Flashbang, out!” Franks yelled, tossing in the grenade. After the shrill bang, Greer and Piper dashed in, gunning down three soldiers in the corners. Piper turned his rifle to the last two. “Hold!” he shouted, raising his hand. One of the Royalists had grabbed a civilian employee, using him as a human shield. The four Marines trained their weapons on him, but the last soldier had taken the opportunity to find some cover behind a desk. “Should we shoot, sir?” Cole asked.

“No, hold fire! No civilian casualties!” Piper looked the man over, and then stared into his eyes. Apparently, the man was growing uncomfortable and intimidated, loosening his grip on the hostage. Suddenly, the second soldier popped out from behind the desk, spraying Franks with his assault rifle. The man was immediately cut down by Greer and Cole, but Franks was hit in the chest three times, and was instantly killed. The other Royalist threw the hostage into Piper and fled the room through another door.

Piper immediately pursued, kicking in the door. The room held two other Royalists and several civilians – a large office. “Everybody down!” Piper shouted waving his hand. Most of the civilians dropped – but not the Royalists. One was killed before he knew what was happening, but the other flipped over a desk and began blind firing. Piper sprayed the desk with bullets, which was easily penetrated, killing the man. The third Royalist had jumped down to a lower level from an indoor balcony nearby.

Meanwhile, the third group, led by Sergeant Nathan Harrison, quickly made its way down the hallways and into the large TV Studio. Several dozen Royalists quickly dashed into the room from adjacent offices and took cover behind the desk pools. An intense firefight broke out inside the Studio, with the Marines darting between desks to cut down the Royalists, although two Marines were killed and another wounded. Once the room was clear, they radioed Gunnery Sergeant Piper the ‘All Clear’ signal.

“This is November Wun-Fife, we have cleared our sector of the target building, over.”

“Roger that, Wun-Fife. Fower-Seven reports the same. Out.” General Redmond paused, looking over the satellite Intel. “All units, this is Charlie Eight-Eight. I send Eagle (Attack). I say again, Eagle. All units proceed to their delegated Objectives. Charlie Eight-Eight out.”

[Visayan Peoples]

Originally Posted by The Beatus

Republican Checkpoint

"Let's see some id," said the soldier, pointing his M14 at the man's face. The other troops encircled the convoy, weapons drawn and trained on the vehicles. "Also, if everyone else could get out please."

His security cheif was ready to blast the soldier's head for pointing that M14 at his principal but Macaraig restrained him. There was no sense in engaging in a firefight with the "good" Beatusians. The irony that the troops they would be fighting with showed them more mistrust than the troops they would later be fighting against did not escape him.

"No need to point your gun at me, soldier." He replied calmly.

At a gesture from the ambassador, the Visayan embassy staff and their bodyguards stepped out of their vehicles. The diplomatic personnel had their hands up to show they were unarmed. He presented his diplomatic credentials, the same documents he had presented to President Lange on his arrival in Beatus and an enclosed memo from Lange approving the embassy application and the incoming ambassador.

"Would these be enough?"

[Visayan Peoples]

[QUOTE=Durium;13411766]0827, City of the Blessed...

One Hundred Durian Blackhawk helicopters, carrying two thousand Marines, buzzed over the City of the Blessed like a nation-sized swarm of killer bees.
0838, City of the Blessed, TV Station...

OOC: reminiscent of the USMC missions in Call of Duty 4..

[The Grand World Order]

((OOC: Beatus, could you post the Blessed Guard Border Guard retaliation to my border guards opening fire on them?))

[Durium]

[QUOTE=Visayan Peoples;13412004]

Originally Posted by Durium

0827, City of the Blessed...

One Hundred Durian Blackhawk helicopters, carrying two thousand Marines, buzzed over the City of the Blessed like a nation-sized swarm of killer bees.
0838, City of the Blessed, TV Station...

OOC: reminiscent of the USMC missions in Call of Duty 4..

OOC: Exactly my inspiration :P

[Prazinia]

(OOC: I don't have any inspiration for this. Here is its plans below Campaign: Freedom Hammer plans. And I'll add some characters to this later but there is just too much to describe.

And Beatus, if there is anything in that pointed beachhead inform me on how the Ka-31s will locate it OK? And I hope that if there's something there it isn't equipped with enough hardware to try taking down one of the Kamov Ka-31s)

08:15, North Coast of Heilagur

The Judgment Class Supercarrier was the flagship of the 1st Crusader expeditionary force. A large fleet of 5 Crusader Class Cruiser-Carriers, 15 Petergrad Class Battlecruisers, 20 modernized Slava Class Cruisers, 20 First Seal Class anti-submarine warfare Destroyers, 40 Étienne Cabet Class Stealth Frigates, 25 Astute Class Fleet SSNs and 10 Vanguard Class Ballistic SSN armed with conventional BrahMos 2 cruise missiles, escorting dozens of military transport ships and a few, but massive cargo ships, with behind them a group of five Thomas Müntzer Class amphibious transport docks with the helicopter bays of three of them filled with 1 Kamov Ka-29TB transport helicopter and one Kamov Ka-27PL anti-submarine helicopter each, while the other two carried two Mil Mi-28N attack helicopters and two Kamov Ka-31 Surveillance and Airborne Early Warning helicopters. While the helicopter bays of the other military vessels and of the the superfreighters carried the other 75 helicopters that were on their due on that travel. The six carriers had together a total, regarding aircrafts, of 24 Sukhoi Su-30MK3 fighters armed with anti-ship missiles, 60 Yakovlev Yak-141 VTOL fighters, 30 Sukhoi Su-37 Berkut air superiority fighters, 5 Sukhoi Su-34 Fighter-Bombers, 10 Sukhoi Su-25 Close Air Support aircrafts, 5 Mikoyan MiG-31M Interceptors and 10 Sukhoi PAKFA multi-role fighters. And also several small Unmanned Aerial Vehicles were aboard the superfreighters. The amphibious transport docks carried a total of 6 T-95 MBTs, 12 Merkava Mark-IVs, 12 BMP-Ts and 8 Merkava Tankbulances, besides a total of 1525 amphibious warfare specialized military personell between the pilots of those armored fighting vehicles, 50 fireteams of Crusaders and several infantry forces, logistics personell, medics, while others were behind in conventional transport ships. This force was about to reach its destination, the beachhead signaled in the planning of the Campaign, as admiral Sirkov, the grey-haired, blue eyed middle-aged man that commanded the supercarrier observed the readings of the sonar and radar together with a group of navigators in its bridge. A black flag with an white cross was visible on its mast. His uniform, like that of his comrades, was entirely white and he wore a white captain cap with a black circle on its bottom. There was a small black flag of Prazinia stamped on his uniform left shoulder while its white shoulder had a symbol of a cross formed by seven bisected stars with seven points each, the left half of those stars was white black the right half of them was white with each color separated by a diagonal. It was the indication of his prestigious elective rank on the Navy as an admiral and leader of an entire fleet.

"We will arrive at the landing point in six hours, admiral Sirkov", the navigator announced, logically in Russian, as he took a quick glance on his wristwatch, he was an average Russian with black liss hair and brown eyes who seemed a bit tired from the travel, although after they landed they would have some good time to rest as it wasn't expected that they would need to move elsewhere during the campaign, although anything could happen by then. There were several latest generation computers inside the ship, whereas the radar information was being interpreted by a computer software dedicated to such function, although for now all they gave as an output was that there was nothing ahead of them besides the frigates, destroyers and cruisers spearheading the fleet.

The admiral seemed a bit bored, as it was common that most of the actual action was seen by those who were in destroyers, cruisers, frigates, airplanes and on the ground rather than himself, but on the other hand his chances of returning back alive were, for now, practically 100%. His daughter had a son with her husband and he was not going to die: he wanted to see her again, and to see his grandson. Soon as he was informed on the remaining time for them to arrive to their destination he looked at the navigator who informed him and replied:

"Acknowledged, navigator Rostov, I shall contact the other fleet to make sure we have some of our Airborne Early Warning Ka-31s ready once we are about 2 hours to reach our destination, it is never a bad idea to double check the safety of our landing zone beforehand.", he said as he putted a headphone which was linked to one of the computers of the Bridge and announced through it.

"Attention crew of Amphibious Dock Tolstoy! Are you ready for the launch of your two Kamov Ka-31? After four hours from now they shall be deployed to recon the landing beachhead before our arrival, after the AWACS have passed nearby from the airlift route to our southwest, before they land on the allied base to the east."

"Here is captain Tusonov of the Tolstoy! Our helicopters are ready for flight at any time, we shall comply with your request and send our pilots to a recon mission on the beachhead we are to reach and its surrounding coast."
"Understood captain Tusonov, Sirkov out"

12:15, about 104 kilometers from beachhead

"Microwave Popcorn is good, but it get olds", Cadet Pyotr Arseni commented to his comrade Mikhail Arseni. Both had dark brown hair and amber eyes. In fact they were identical in appearance and even followed the same career as twin brothers and ended up, by a stroke of coincidence, in the same seaborne air division. They were both 25 years old.

"Yes, yes... you are not starving, are you?", Mikhail replied with a shrug as they headed through the deck of the amphibious dock towards the helicopter bay. They were drastically different in personality. While Pyotr was extroverted and tended to tell the occasional joke to the rest of the crew, Mikhail was much more serious, cynical and introspective, focused only on the reality of the situation, which explained how he coldly replied to such a factual useless notice of his brother.

"Hey Mikhail, what's the matter with a simple question?", he asked him as they were close to their two-seated helicopter where four logistics workers were getting everything ready for them to depart.

As he opened the door of the helicopter, taking advantage of a small mobile staircase which was already placed there for them to climb it, Mikhail took his back on the two tandem seats of the helicopter. Another team of two pilots was also boarding the other helicopter. Mikhail replied in a serious tone:

"We have a mission to do, this is not a playground, this is a war Piotr!"

"I see, if you want to take it this way what can I do? So let's head out", he said as the doors of the helicopter were closed and they positioned. Mikhail was the co-pilot and operator of the surface surveillance and Airborne Early Warning systems while Pyotr was the pilot. They were designated to patrol the territorial coastline while the other helicopter would scout the territorial waters near the coast

"Here is Captain Tusonov, the weather is clear so far, so this is going to be a relatively easy mission provided you do not get too close of whatever you detect on your way. And if anything there is a threat to yourselves, retreat immediately as your Ka-31s, are not intended for combat and remember, it is not a Ka-29, although it can be refitted as one, if necessary", the voice came from a speaker in the helicopter bay as Pyotr started to turn on the systems of his helicopter. Towards the horizon there was nothing but the seemingly infinite blue of the sea apparently joining the sky far ahead, and a distant coast of a foreign nation further ahead. Soon the helices started to turn as both helicopters took flight, their helices creating strong winds against the helicopter bays during it. Pyotr started to turn the helicopter towards the coast while the other helicopter remained on the sea. Both had an endurance of fight of two hours and half, more than enough for the area they were to survey, considering their radars had a range of 150 kilometers.

And thus after fifteen minutes Pyotr could not see the fleet anymore which they left behind for their mission, but only an approaching beach they were about to reach as they would scout the entire coastline surrounding the beachhead their forces would land to.
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At the same time, a transmission arrived to the nearest base of Beatus Republic as a large group of aircrafts was approaching that base and nearing cities to find places for landing. It was in English, although with a very obvious Russian accent:

"This is Marshall Erganov of Prazinia's Expeditionary Air Force, requesting coordinates for landing after we took several scales and aerial refuelings after negotiating with your nearby allies. We have a quite big amount of planes here seeking somewhere safe to land, transporting supplies and troops, and I meant it when I said quite big. I am sending you the exact data on their numbers, but should the encrypted written message not arrive, I will repeat them here for convenience: They are 20 PAKFA fighters, 6 Su-30MK3 fighters, 25 Su-37 Berkut fighters, 20 MiG-31M interceptors, 15 Su-34 fighter-bombers, 30 Su-25 Close Air Support aircrafts, 30 Su-30MKM electronic warfare aircrafts, 10 Beriev A-50 AWACS, 5 Boeing 737 AEW&C, 50 Ilyushin Il-76, 30 Antonov An-12, 10 Antonov An-124, 70 Antonov Y-5C, 50 RQ-5 Hunter and 10 IAI Heron. Over."

[Rodainia]

To the Theocracy of the Beatus,

We have heard your call for help and are sending soldiers at this moment. We realize the importance of religion and are not ready to see atheist takeover and respectable god fearing republic. We will help you drive back the invaders if you can promise a small amount of your natural resources to us.

High Chancellor James Suttler Incorporated States of Rodainia

[Uiri]

((OOC: Is it possible for Uiri to join the fray on the Republican side and for Benelux to join on the Kingdomese side?))

[Durium]

0912, City of the Blessed

The Marine chalks began moving through the city streets, towards each of their objectives. Chalk Two was tasked with destroying the major AA emplacement to the west. "Alright men, we're going to head across these neighborhoods to this field here, where the AA position is. We're going to clear out the main street, so we can have a more direct path of transportation than side streets and back alleys. Check your fire, we don't want any civilian casualties. Clear?" Gunnery Sergeant Jacob Grimm briefed.

"Clear."

"Alright, let's go." Chalk Two set out down the street, with men covering the windows of every house they came to. Gunfire echoed from around the city. Suddenly, a window shutter from a two-story building was flung open, and a Royalist sprayed the street with his rifle. One Marine was hit, but not badly, and then two more Marines sprayed the window with bullets, easily penetrating the flimsy drywall the walls were made of. "We need to clear these buildings, one by one! Greene, Peters, Robinson, stack up! York, take three more and clear out the building across the street! The rest of you take the next one!" Grimm ordered.

Robinson kicked in the door and crept inside, rifle at the ready, his trigger finger twitching. Greene and Grimm immediately sped up the stairs. "Bill, get the door," Grimm said. Greene kicked in a door, revealing a deserted bedroom. The next two rooms were also deserted. "Second floor, clear!" Grimm shouted.

Downstairs, Robinson and Peters had cleared a kitchen and dining room area, and were proceeding to the back hallway. "Rob, I hear 'em," Peters whispered. Robinson pulled out a shotgun. "Good thing I have this." He blew the hinges off the door, and Peters slammed in to the ground with his foot. Peters was immediately cut down by a stream of fire. "Shit!" Robinson yelled, slamming himself against the wall. He jerked a frag grenade off his vest and prepared to pull the pin. "Freeze!" shouted Grimm, who had just entered the hallway. "Too risky. Bill, throw a flasher." Greene pulled the pin off a flashbang. After the sharp bang, the three men entered the room cutting down two of three soldiers inside. Grimm charged the last man and knocked him out with his rifle butt. "Robinson, take him to the CP. It ain't far."

"Yes, sir," Robinson sighed. He slung the man's body over his shoulders and staggered out of the room.

Grimm and Greene regrouped with the rest of the chalk outside. "Charlie Eight-Eight, this is November Zero-Six. We have one man KIA and another bringing back a present, over."

"Roger that November Zero-Six. Have you reached Objective Cognac, over?"

"Negative, Eight-Eight. We are still approximately one klick from objective, over."

"Continue to the objective, Zero-Six. The chopper can't proceed to LZ X-Ray until it’s taken out! Eight-Eight out."

"Alright men, stay out of the middle of the street, but stay away from the walls. Bullets ride on walls. We’ve got to move quickly, or else the choppers can’t land at LZ X-Ray.”

The remaining men of Chalk Two didn’t get far until their next contact. Two men darted out of a side alley ahead. One was immediately killed, but the other was able to duck inside a house. “Greene, Sanderson, on me!” Grimm shouted as he dashed to the doorway. “York, clear out these houses!”

“Yes, sir!” Sergeant York replied, running across the street with three more men. The others lined up at the next house, just like before. Grimm busted down the door with his rifle, and Greene tossed in a flashbang. They heard a pair of gasps after it exploded. Sanderson ducked into the house, firing at a soldier crouching behind an overturned table. Before the second man could recover, Grimm charged him and lodged his combat knife in between the man’s ribs. With a slow, long groan, the man slumped to the floor. Two more Royalists began to dash down the stairs. Greene caught one in the chest with a burst from his rifle, but was hit in the chest by the other. Greene was knocked to the ground, and the other man fled up the stairs. Sanderson immediately pursued. “Bill! Are you okay!?” Grimm shouted, running over to Greene. Greene groaned and slowly sat up. “Yeah,” he said, feeling his chest. The bullet had ricocheted off the wall and had been stopped by his body armor. “Lucky bastard!” Grimm said, pulling Greene to his feet.

“November Zero-Six, this is November Six Bravo. We have secured the building across the street, over,” York’s voice crackled over the headset.

“November Zero-Six, November Six Yankee here. Building cleared, over,” said Sergeant Kramer, the other team leader.

“Roger that, regroup outside this house.” Grimm said, walking back outside into the sunlight. The rest of the men dashed out to circle around him. “Alright, this is getting annoying. I think we need some help.”

“Charlie Eight-Eight, this is November Zero-Six, over.”

“This is Charlie Eight-Eight. Go ahead Zero-Six.”

“This is Zero-Six. We are being severely delayed by tangos in buildings. We could use some help clearing them out, over.”

“Roger that Zero-Six. November Two-Five is en route to your position. Eight-Eight out.”

“Chalk Five is on they way, men. We’ve got to clear the buildings at the intersection ahead. Let’s do this!” Grimm said, turning and jogging ahead to the next uncleared house. “Same teams, go, go, go!” Greene smashed in the door with his rifle again, and Sanderson and Greene immediately moved in and checked the corners.

“Clear!”

“Clear!”

“Alright, move up-“ Grimm was immediately cut off by an explosion just outside. “Mortars! Everyone, take cover!” Grimm ducked and sprinted inside. “Charlie Eight-Eight, this is November Zero-Six, we are pinned down by mortars on Liberty Lane (Codename)! They’ve got us zeroed! We need fire support, over!”

“Negative, November Zero-Six. Air and Artillery support is unavailable. Too risky for civilian casualties, over.”

“Goddamnit! We’re all gonna get killed!”

“We can’t help you, Zero-Six. We’ll send Two-Five around to eliminate the mortar position. Hold tight, ‘til then. Out.”



Yellow Circle = Chalk Two Position
Blue Circle = Chalk Five Position
Red Circle = Royalist Mortar Position
Green Circles = Other Chalk Positions
Brown Line = Durian Roadblock/Checkpoint
White Circle = Division CP

[Durium]

1052, City of the Blessed

Chalk Five wandered through the back alleys, avoiding attention so they could flank a mortar position that had Chalk Two pinned down. The alleys were eerily quiet – but with few good firing angles from the windows above, it was unlikely that the Royalist forces would watch the alleys from above. Nonetheless, two of the Marines watched the windows at all times for any signs of the enemy. The ground, on the other hand, was a tactical nightmare for Gunnery Sergeant Victor Long. The narrow alleys were artificial chokepoints, and were further constricted by the heaps of garbage and the dumpsters that lined the walls.

As the Chalk approached an ‘intersection’ in the alleyways, Long heard a noise to the left. He immediately held up his hand in a fist, the signal for “Freeze!” and crouched. He slowly made his way to the corner and peered around the corner. A pair of Royalists were lounging in chairs, their feet propped up on a wooden table. They were apparently oblivious to everything around them, apart from the military radio on the table, which constantly crackled out Royalist orders. Long motioned for two of his men to move up, and they quietly took up positions at the mouth of the alleyway. With two well-placed shots, both of the men were killed, one slumping forward in his chair and the other tumbling out. Long walked over and seized the radio.

“Charlie Eight-Eight, this is November Two-Fife. We have obtained intel, over.”

“Roger that, Two-Fife. I send Groundhog one man with the package, over.”

“Roger that Charlie Eight-Eight. Out.” Long turned and walked back over to his Chalk. “Jones, you’ve just volunteered to take this back to the CP,” he said, handing the radio to Jones. Jones slung his rifle over his shoulder and sprinted out of the alley in the direction of the TV Station. “Alright, let’s go,” Long said, motioning forward with his hand.

Eventually the Marines emerged from the alleys in a small side street in a civilian housing area, full of cookie-cutter one-story residences. “Graves, Team One, Drake, Team 2. Take a house and clear it. Harris, Jenkins, Banks, you’re with me. Move!” Long whispered.

Long’s team stacked up at the front door to one house. He could hear alerted voices inside preparing for their entrance. Long motioned for Jenkins and Banks to move around to the side door of the garage and flank them from there. “3…2…1…Breach!” Long shouted, busting down the door with his rifle. Immediately a steady stream of bullets emerged from the house. Long and Harris pressed themselves against the walls as if hanging on for dear life. Soon enough, shots rang out inside and the torrent slowly trickled to a halt. “Clear,” came Jenkins’s voice from the foyer. “Good job. Harris, Banks, upstairs,” Long said, pointing up the stairway. “Jenkins, on me. We’re moving to the next house.”

“Hold,” Long said to Jenkins, raising his hand. “Wait for Harris and Banks to finish clearing the other house.” Soon enough, the other two Marines jogged out of the house towards Long’s position. “Clear, sir,” Harris whispered.

“Right. They’re in there, all right. Okay, Jenkins, get the door. Banks, smash a window in the back and go in with Harris. We’ll distract ‘em here.”

“Roger that.” Harris and Banks jogged around the corner and out of sight. “Ready? One…Two…Three!” Jenkins kicked in the door and was hit in the torso by a couple of bullets. “Shit! Bang in!” Long shouted, tossing in the flashbang. After the enemies were blinded, Long turned in and dropped them both with clean shots. “Medic! Blair, we need a medic!” the sergeant shouted. Corporal Robert Blair, the Chalk’s medic dashed over from a house across the road.

“Where’s he hit, Sarge?”

“Thigh, thigh, thigh!” Jenkins groaned, struggling to stop the steady stream of blood that was oozing out of the wound. Blair quickly attached and bandage and asked, “Can you walk?”

“Yeah, I think so. Help me up.” Blair and Long pulled Jenkins up and put him on his feet. “Yeah, I think I’ll be all right, just hand me my –“ Blood spurted from Jenkins’s neck and he crumpled down in a heap.

“Shit! Man down! Man down! Tangos in the open!” Long shouted, sprinting for cover behind a car. Blair ducked inside the house, and Banks and Harris took up positions in the second floor windows. Royalists began pouring out of the nearby houses. Apparently, all the shooting had finally alerted most of them down the street a ways, and now they were converging on Chalk Five’s position. “November Two Foxtrot, November Two Kilo, this is November Two-Five Actual! Hold position in buildings and take out those tangos!”

After a fierce firefight, all the Royalists were dead, with another Marine killed and Harris being wounded. “November Two-Five, I think that clears these houses. Regroup on my position!” The remaining members of the Chalk gathered around Long. “Okay,” he said, pulling out a map, “We just cleared out this section here, so we need to proceed here to the mortars. Let’s go quickly, men. Chalk Two may be losing men as we speak.”

Long peered up the road and saw a pair of trucks. That could only be the mortar position. Long gave the hand signal for ‘Wedge Formation’ and ‘Double Time.’ The men formed an arrow and sprinted down the road. Within 100 feet of the mortars, they were spotted by the guarding riflemen, who immediately began firing bursts from their rifles. One Marine was hit in the chest and killed; the rest scattered out of the road and took cover. “Graves, take the machine gunners upstairs in a house and provide suppressing fire! Drake, take your team and flank right once the MGs get goin’! Go, go, go!” Long ordered. The machine gunner set up in the window of a two-story house, firing long, controlled bursts of suppressing fire at the enemy soldiers, which was effective in forcing them to take cover. “Go!” Long shouted to Sergeant Drake, waving his hand forward. Drake’s team sprinted from car to car in the driveways to the right, while Long and the rest of the men maneuvered toward the enemy from behind the short stone walls and fences that surrounded the front lawns. Drake’s team were able to envelop them, firing into their unprotected flanks. Long then stormed the mortar position, killing the four men manning them. “Charlie Eight-Eight, this is November Two-Fife! We have eliminated Objective Cocktail, over!”

“Roger that, Two-Fife. We have received reports from Wun-Six that they are moving again. Continue to Objective Cognac, out.”


Yellow Circle = Chalk Two Position
Blue Circle = Chalk Five Position
Green Circles = Other Chalk Positions
White Circle = Durian Divisional CP
Brown Line = Durian Roadblock/Checkpoint

[The Beatus]

Originally Posted by Visayan Peoples

His security cheif was ready to blast the soldier's head for pointing that M14 at his principal but Macaraig restrained him. There was no sense in engaging in a firefight with the "good" Beatusians. The irony that the troops they would be fighting with showed them more mistrust than the troops they would later be fighting against did not escape him.

"No need to point your gun at me, soldier." He replied calmly.

At a gesture from the ambassador, the Visayan embassy staff and their bodyguards stepped out of their vehicles. The diplomatic personnel had their hands up to show they were unarmed. He presented his diplomatic credentials, the same documents he had presented to President Lange on his arrival in Beatus and an enclosed memo from Lange approving the embassy application and the incoming ambassador.

"Would these be enough?"

The soldier looked them over, looked back at the convoy, then back at the papers. He continued this for a moment before, singling for his troops to lower they're weapons. "I apologize for that, but it was necessary," He said. "Your the first Visayan embassy personnel to actually have papers. We've captured Royalists posing as your people, twice. I hope you understand our position, the first team killed two of my men." The other soldiers were already helping the people to a nearby building, where they would await helicopters to take them to a secure location.

Originally Posted by The Grand World Order

In the Tungsten Province, which borders The Beatus, each of the GWO border guards adjacent to The Beatus began listening to their radioes. Suddenly they began opening fire on the Blessed Guard Border Guards. In the Provincial Capital, hundreds of Divine Tiger Heavy Battle Tanks began mobilizing, heading for The Beatus to assist the Republic. Foot soldiers were riding on any vehicle headed there, crowding on tanks, riding in personnel carriers, et cetera. The amount of vehicles was clogging the roads, where a few civilian vehicles attempted to navigate through the covoys. Confetti flew from windows, showing the Citizenry's support for the military. These troops would be the first ones to The Beatus, but Non Provincial Federal Military Units would be arriving via sea, and some by the same neighboring province.

It wasn't long before the Blessed Guard realized what was happening. Then they began fighting back. Picking convoys apart. They would hide on a ridge, wait for the convoy to near, then two men with RPG Launchers would disable the first and last vehicle and troops would poor down from the ridge shredding the convoy.

Originally Posted by Rodainia

To the Theocracy of the Beatus,

We have heard your call for help and are sending soldiers at this moment. We realize the importance of religion and are not ready to see atheist takeover and respectable god fearing republic. We will help you drive back the invaders if you can promise a small amount of your natural resources to us.

High Chancellor James Suttler Incorporated States of Rodainia

To High Chancellor James Suttler,

We welcome your assistance, and can provide you with large quantities of Uranium. The sooner your troops arrive the better, we await your assistance.

Signed,
Arch Bishop,
Jorgan Rawlinson
The Theocracy of the Beatus

[The Grand World Order]

Originally Posted by The Beatus

It wasn't long before the Blessed Guard realized what was happening. Then they began fighting back. Picking convoys apart. They would hide on a ridge, wait for the convoy to near, then two men with RPG Launchers would disable the first and last vehicle and troops would poor down from the ridge shredding the convoy.

It also wasn't long before the Federation troops knew what was happening. Commanche Helicopters painted to blend to the sky better began escorting convoys, using Infrared cameras to root out BG Infantry.

[Durium]

1138, City of the Blessed

“C’mon, I hear the AA guns ahead,” Sergeant Grimm whispered to Chalk Two.

“November Wun-Six, this is November Two-Fife, over.”

“This is Wun-Six. Go ahead Two-Fife.”

“We’re on your southern flank. We will be in range of Objective Cognac momentarily. I send Pigeon (Halt) until we are in position. Over.”

“Roger that Two-Fife. Objective Cognac is nearly in sight. We still have a couple more houses to clear, so you’ve got time. Out.” Grimm turned back to his men. “York, Kramer, take your teams and clear the rest of these houses. Holmes, I want the MG in a good firing position on the gun, as you’ll open the attack. Clear?”

“Clear.”

“Alright, go, go, go,” Grimm said, motioning with his hand. Sanderson and Green stacked up at the door. Grimm strode up and kicked it in confidently. Sanderson and Greene ducked inside, Sanderson checking the back rooms, and Greene covering the staircase. As expected a Royalist crept down the stairs, rifle ready, but was nonetheless unprepared for Greene. The man was cut down, sparking shouts from above. “Clear!” Sanderson shouted, moving back into the foyer. Grimm held up his hand and silently moved up the stairs. Two Royalists appeared at the head of the stairs. Grimm immediately cut one down, and the other fired wildly, then fleeing into a side room. Grimm motioned for Sanderson to take care of the room, and took Greene over to another door. “I hear voices inside. Toss in the flasher on my mark,” Grimm said. “One…Two…Three!” The door collapsed to the floor and the flashbang grenade went in. Many cries of distress followed. Grimm swiftly entered the room and cut down the sole soldier, who had been “guarding” some civilian hostages.

“Grimm held up his hand before the civilians could speak. We’re here to help. Stay here, for your own safety.” The father nodded, and hurried past and into a windowless bathroom. “Sanderson, regroup!” Grimm shouted, strutting back downstairs.

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Meanwhile, Chalk Five had little problem setting up a firing position in the buildings overlooking the small courtyard the AA position was placed in. “November Wun-Six, this is November Two-Fife, over.”

“Roger that, Two-Fife. We have cleared out the buildings and have Objective Cognac in sight. You?”

“Same same, Wun-Six. Awaiting your signal.”

“Roger that, Two-Fife. Engage in T minus 20 seconds. Our fire teams are nearly in position. Out.” Long turned his head to Harris, then returned his hand to his radio. “All teams, pick your targets. Engage in T minus 10…9…8…” Long gripped his rifle tightly. His trigger started to itch. “…2…1…GO LOUD! GO LOUD!” Immediately machine gun and rifle fire raked the AA guns from the south and west, cutting down eight of the eleven gunners and destroying a cache of SAMs outright. When they were certain the gunners were pinned behind their sandbags, Grimm took his chance.

“November Six Delta, lift fire! November Six Bravo, Yankee, storm the target! MOVE!” Grimm and the majority of his men stood up and charged the sandbag bunker, firing wildly to keep the enemies pinned. “November Two-Fife, cease fire!” Long shouted into the radio. Chalk Five immediately stopped firing as the men of Chalk Two leapt over the sandbags and engaged the Royalists with their rifle butts.

“Charlie Eight-Eight, this is November Wun-Six. Objective Cognac has been secured, over. Wheeler, get those charges…”

“Roger that, November Wun-Six. Hold position until Whiskey Wing arrives, over.”

“Roger that, Charlie Eight-Eight. Out.” Grimm surveyed the area for defensive positions. “Alright! York, Kramer, on me! We need to set up defensive positions!” he shouted, waving his hand. He activated his radio again. “November Two-Fife, this is November Wun-Six. Deploy your fire teams on the perimeter as you see fit, over.”

“Roger that, Wun-Six,” Long replied. “Alright men, the choppers are en route to our position. Graves, deploy your team to cover the southeastern road! Drake, deploy in the sandbag bunker next to the AA gun! Greene, Sanderson, hold here! We’ll provide covering fire from the buildings with the MG! Move it, people!”

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1158, City of the Blessed

“Charlie Eight-Eight, this is Whiskey One-Niner. We are approaching LZ X-Ray. It is in sight, over.” The helicopter wing carried two thousand more Marines into the battle, heading for the newly secured clearing at LZ X-Ray.

“Roger that, Whiskey One-Niner. Careful of handheld AAA, out.” The sky was calm as the choppers flew toward the LZ, but as they passed over the main road, smoke streams began to shoot up into the sky, from handheld RPGs. “Whiskey One-Niner, this is Whiskey Two-Fower. We just had a grazing shot from an RPG, over.”

“Whiskey Two-Fower, I send Snake (Do you…?) Jackal (Casualties).”

“Negative, One-Niner, just a bunch of wet pants. Out.”

“Careful, men. They may have-“

“Sir, I’ve got a missile lock on-“ Suddenly, one of the choppers exploded and spun out of control, crashing into the apartment buildings below. “Shit, Stingers! Evasive action, now!”

“Sir, three bogeys moving in FAST!”

“Shit, we got jets! Deploy flares!” A trio of three Royalist jets appeared, and soon enough smoke trails could be seen shooting from below their wings. “Flares! FLARES!” Three missiles spun out of control as they careened toward the decoy flares. Three choppers weren’t so lucky. Whiskey Eight-Fower had its main rotor ripped off, and it tumbled helplessly to the ground below. One missile hit a chopper directly inside its passenger compartment. The fireball that was a helicopter sagged at its tail end and promptly crashed. “This is Whiskey Fife-Tree, goin’ in hard! Braaaaaaaaaace!” The helicopter, Whiskey Five-Three, had been hit in the tail, tearing it completely from the fuselage. The chopper crashed onto a roof nose-first, slid off, and crashed into an alley.

“This is Whiskey One-Niner! Hold formation! ETA to LZ X-Ray is T minus 10 seconds!” The choppers almost simultaneously halted by swinging the nose skywards, causing the backwind from the rotor to stop all movement. “Drop ropes! Go, go, go!”

“Sir, the jets are comin’ back!” yelled a crew chief.

“Flares!” shouted the pilot. Only one missile got through this time, hitting the top rotor of a helicopter. “Whiskey Seven-Niner, goin’ in hard!” Luckily, the chopper did not receive much damage, and the crew was able to escape unscathed. The passengers on the ground, however, were nearly crushed by the crashing fuselage, and suffered three wounded from shrapnel.

“This is Whiskey One-Niner, Whiskey Wing has delivered its cargo and is pullin’ off now, out.”

“Roger that, Whiskey Wing. We will contact you as soon as LZ Gamma is opened. Out.”


Small White Circle = Durian Divisional CP
Large White Circle = Secured Area
Light Blue Circle = LZ X-Ray
Dark Blue Circle = Chalk Five Position
Red Circles = Chalks One and Four Positions
Yellow Circle = Chalk Two Position
Green Circles = Other Chalk Positions
Brown Line = Durian Roadblock/Checkpoint