War on Soviet New Ireland

[The Military of Ethan Foley]

Sea North of Soviet New Ireland
The day was clear and cool. A seemingly typical fall day in Kennan. Except that today was no ordinary day. 70 warships were speeding through the sea at full speed towards the Northern Soviet New Ireland (SNI) coast. These warships were comprised of 30 battleships, 15 destroyers, 5 aircraft carriers, 10 missile cruisers, 5 transport ships (5000 soldiers in total), and 5 nuclear submarines. They came from a military harbor from the Military of Ethan Foley's island just north of SNI. They were just moments away from being in firing range as the coast became larger and larger on the horizon.

Their flagship, the MEF Foley the Great was in front of the pack. "Captain! All battleships have reported in! We're ready to begin the barrage!" reported a young Lieutenant on the bridge. The captain was looking through his binoculars, staring at the coast. Without looking away, he ordered in a stern voice, "Commence the attack, Lieutenant. We are at war with Soviet New Ireland." The Lieutenant acknowledged this command and left the room. Seconds later, a deafening roar of cannon fire erupted from all around. The attack had begun.

The battleships main purpose was to lay siege upon the coast with artillery fire at a distance, while the rest of the fleet advanced. They would attempt to weaken the SNI defenses. Squadrons of advanced bombers were waiting patiently on the flight deck of the aircraft carriers, waiting to begin the aerial assault on the corrupted land. Ahead of the carriers, 15 destroyers were escorting the transport ships to shore to allow for a land siege. The nuclear submarines would clear the way underwater for them while ensuring there are no underwater threats. If all went according to plan, Soviet New Ireland would fall by weeks end.

City of Foley, capital of the Military of Ethan Foley
Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V sat at his desk in an extravagantly decorated room, staring at an array of monitors. The air was still. Not a sound emanated from his office save for the slight tapping of his foot on the floor. He scratched his chin. On the monitors were maps of Soviet New Ireland with arrows showing the expected paths of the military. An animated screen showed the current location of each individual ship. All was going according to plan, he thought. Soviet New Ireland was nearly in his grasp.

He was unsure of the size of SNI's forces, and was trying to coordinate the movements of Jakeopia with his forces. His only worry was that Jakeopia had not contacted him about when or if he would aid him in the attack and the Dictator's forces were just hours from stepping foot on Soviet New Ireland territory. He chuckled, trying not to think too much about it. There was little he could do at this point but wait. He put his hand under his desk and reached for a green button. Almost instantly 10 Royal Guards marched in with perfect unison, the lead officer saluting the Dictator. He spoke in a deep voice, "You called, Your Supremacy?" The Dictator looked up at him, "Yes, soldier. Escort me to my car. We are going for a drink. He left with the soldiers, leaving his advisors to keep track of the military until he returned.

Map of Naval Movement:

[USSJ]

North of Soviet New Ireland
Jakeopia has deployed cargo ships armed for defense from Ethan Foley territory to Soviet New Ireland. These ships are carrying tanks, artillery, troops, and armed vehicles. These tanks are armed with high power cannons which shoot large explosive shrapnel bombs, a rotating 50 caliber machine gun, two small turrets, and two anti-aircraft grenade launchers. They are made out of a titanium steel alloy and can carry 10 people. They move at 80mph and are all terrain. About 500 of these are on their way to Soviet New Ireland along with 5,000 troops.

I know it looks futurey but they just look like that.

[The Hackleberry Islands]

EXECUTIVE COMMAND CENTER - NATIONAL DEFENSE CENTER - WOODSTOCK, THE HACKLEBERRY ISLANDS

October 6th, 2014

4:15 PM Local Time

A black luxurious vehicle pulled up to the Defense Center's primary security checkpoint. The soldiers looked inside, confirmed the identities of the men inside the car, and saluted as the car drove towards the building. The vehicle stopped at another gate, which led down to an incline road underground, and were checked again, only this time with snipers pointed at the car. After a few minutes of driving through different checkpoints and gates, the vehicle had finally reached its destination. Two HASO soldiers stepped out from the back of the car, and stood in silence.

President Hackett rose from the car, and nodded to the chauffeur, who began to work the dashboard controls. He straightened his tie, made sure his black suit had no stains on it, and gave a quick nod to the HASO soldiers. Normally, this would be the point where the President would crack a rather corny pun or make small talk with the soldiers to lighten the atmosphere of the normally tense Command Center. But today was no day for that.

"At ease, gentlemen."

"Yes sir." The two swiftly followed the President towards a door lit with floodlights. Two armed guards, who had stood in front of the door, remarkably stepped away in unison. The HASO soldiers moved to the President's sides, and the three walked inside. Inside was a main atrium that was decorated with hardwood and marble statues. The trio walked towards a brightly lit door at the other end. A final security checkpoint was reached, and the three men walked into an elevator. After 600 feet, the elevator came to a halt, and the HASOs walked out, the President following. The hallway they reached stemmed towards two doors on the left and right. The doors of the room on the right opened and a general President Hackett knew too well sauntered out with four armed guards in tow to meet him.

"Mr. President, please come in."

"Thank you Major."

President Hackett, hands clasped behind his back, walked in, his HASO escorts following. He turned, and with a quick "Thank you. At ease once more." and lightly hinting a smile, the soldiers relaxed. He took a seat at one of the chairs at the table in the center of the room. The men and women took their seats, and a screen flickered to life above the table.

"Alright, let's hear what happened."

"Sir, we have received reports that the Military of Ethan Foley has declared war on Soviet New Ireland. HASO Intelligence suggests that around 60+ warships have begun to target the coast of the nation." The President looked on with a stoic expression at the screen, which showed media coverage of the attack. 

"I can't say I saw this coming" he mused. "Death counts?"

"None yet, sir. We can assume they will be catastrophic on both sides. Soviet New Ireland is expected to fight back just as hard. It could affect other nations on the mini-continent."  The President suddenly realized that 2 of the 4 Trident Pact nations resided on the peninsula; The Spriteland Isles, and the Hadron Federation, which directly bordered Soviet New Ireland. 

"We have close allies on that peninsula too." He sighed, and began to ponder.

"The nation has begun to scramble the military to provide medical help to all nations involved, remaining neutral to both sides. Borders have been opened for refugees, and the nation of Ruzzle has followed suit. We can also contact Premier Thomas of the Bagel Lands to request assistance in securing the safety of the citizens of both of Hadron and Spriteland, as well as transportation for our medical forces." Another man stated.

"Good, good. Can we send him a call?" The man nodded. The President, still in thought, had a gut feeling that this was only just the beginning.

[Sandwich Territories]

OOC Crap:

I will be posting on this account for SNI moves, since SNI is my puppet nation.

I will eventually come up with numbers that are realistic to this RP as not to god mod.
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Soviet New Ireland: Pálás Impire

"Capt. Keane. Tar éis a tráthnóna réasúnta, is dócha? "

"Yeah, rud i bhfad ag dul ar. Díreach ag tacú leis an chúis is mó."

"Chuala mé go raibh laghdú i bpraghsanna arán an deireadh seachtaine seo. Allmhairithe freisin."

"Bhuel beidh mé damned. Feicfidh mé a bheith leanas-"

*loud beeping is heard*

"Cad atá ar siúl anois ..."

"Sir, tá mé chonaic long bradacha ag teacht ar an mbealach seo. Thrasnaigh sé díreach isteach inár bhfarraigí."

"Ceart go leor, déan iarracht chun a acmhainn"

"Tá súile ar spriocanna éagsúla a fuair mé i ár n-uiscí!"

"Seol as rabhadh!"

* bzzt * 1 PRU go Overlord iarbhír, tá mé * bzzt * spotting roinnt battleships ag dul isteach ár gceantar!

"Tá mé ag féachaint comharthaí féideartha de fle- fomhuirí"

"Báid Namhaid spot-"

"Tá mé ag féachaint ar Destro- il"

"Dia diabhal, tá sé cabhlach Folian iomlán! A FHIOS AGAT AN DAOINE druil! Rith duilliúr OIBRÍOCHT AGUS FUAIM NA ALÁRAIM! Alert NA DAOINE!"



Also, now trending in response to the TMAF attacks is this classic Soviet Irish folk song (mind the subtitles; replace SNI with Serbia, Croatia with Ethan Foley, Turkey with Jakeopia, and Karadzic with Rusty Neils). (OOC: Why? Because why not.)


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Sandwich Territories: STF 141 Meeting, *Location Confidential*

The King himself was briefed on the situation from his office. He had a stern look of disease on his face. He hung up the phone and went to his Jaguar E Type. He needed to think for a while in the countryside.

Meanwhile, STF 141 was being briefed on the situation. The SSTS was relying on them to make sure this situation did not fall out of hand here.

"What should we do? Are they not part of the STA?"

"They are, but this is an ideological war. Plus, the STA is purely a cultural alliance. Either way, they can handle on their own...I don't think they want help either. They want to fight TMAF alone."

"I don't really see the logic in that...pride trumps logic I suppose."

"Exactly. We are to wait here and do absolutely nothing, except provide medical aid to SNI. That is, if everything goes to plan."

While the Sandwich Territories maintained neutrality, the nation undertook mandatory protocol in case of a serious conflict. The STA was notified of the nation's decision. The Sandwichian Red Cross is now on standby and willing to help refugees and aid the innocent.
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In other news, Soviet New Wales has moved onto voting procedure on action to be taken in regards to the SNI-TMAF conflict. No words yet on any expected results, but a declaration of war is unlikely to be made.

[The Military of Ethan Foley]

WESTERN REGIONAL NUCLEAR MISSILE LAUNCH FACILITY - MILITARY OF ETHAN FOLEY

A convoy of armored vehicles surrounding a limousine and a black hummer with tinted windows drove down a dirt road in a desert area. They were in the Western Island, the same island that the naval assault was launched from. The convoy soon pulled up into a small two story building seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Heavily armed soldiers exited one of the armored vehicles in the front of the convoy and knocked on the front door with a unique knock. The door opened and the soldiers presented several ID's and government documents. One of the soldiers turned around and motioned towards the black hummer. Five Secret Servicemen in black suits with black sunglasses exited their hummer and approached the limousine. They opened the door and saluted, looking around suspiciously. Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V and his Military advisers stepped out, saluted the men, and went on their way into the building being closely surrounded by the Secret Service. Once they were inside, 20 heavily armed soldiers exited their armored vehicles and patrolled the area. 


The men walked down a hallway. At the end was a door. One of the Secret Service men entered a key card and put their thumb on a fingerprint scanner. The door opened and they entered. They then went underground 400 feet. The whole time absolute silence overcame the men. After several minutes, the door opened and they were greeted by the Commander of the Western Regional Nuclear Missile Launch Facility, Colonel Albs. "It is my honor to have you in our presence, Your Supremacy." he spoke and bowed. The Dictator looked at him and bowed back, saying, "Indeed Colonel. Time is short, and we must begin immediately," the Dictator looked back at the Secret Service and the Military Adviser, "You are excused, gentlemen." The two then walked across the facility, a series of rooms that meet into the Central Command Room, where the missile are controlled. In all, there were about 50 men down there. They all minded their own business, not even looking up when the Dictator entered the room. 


The two entered an office and sat down, drinking tea. Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V began the conversation. "Colonel, in about 30 minutes we will have begun a land assault on Soviet New Ireland. At this time, bombers are dropping bombs all over the coast and in some inland urban areas. Heavy resistance is expected, and that is why I need you to light up some cities." the Dictator began. 


"I can get the job done. What are the cities you have in mind, Your Supremacy?" Colonel Albs asked. 


"All of them. How many nuclear missile do you have at your disposal?" 


"We have eighty nuclear missiles that are in range of Soviet New Ireland that are ready for immediate launch. To effectively take down Soviet New Ireland, I suggest we start with 10, and work from there, Your Supremacy." Albs responded, sipping his tea. A visible bead of sweat rolled down his face. 


"It is decided. Launch the nuclear missiles now. Avoid the coastal areas until I give the all clear. Understood?"


"Understood, Your Supremacy." The Dictator then got up, bowed, and left. He motioned at the Secret Servicemen, who surrounded him. They went to the elevator and after several minutes, were at ground level again. A breeze of cool air blew over them as they left the building. A high pitched sound pierced the air and suddenly lines of smoke appeared in the surrounding area. Miles away, nuclear missiles were being launched. In several minutes, Soviet New Ireland would be radioactive fallout, the Dictator reckoned.

[Sandwich Territories]

OOC: I had a massive post on behalf of the Sandwich Territories, and it is gone now. Dammit.

IC:

The Soviet Irish were not able to completely ready the ABM system in time. However, there were 3 missiles at their disposal, which were used with a 100% success rate. However, 7 missiles remained. The Aerfhórsa was forced to scramble planes to shoot down the missiles with specialized aircraft with COIL lasers. This resulted in all 3 missiles and planes being destroyed; which highly weakened the Aerfhórsa. The remaining 4 missiles hit the nation, sending a fire-pit of death throughout the land. While many deaths were prevented by the early use of the nuclear siren during the naval defense procedures, it is assumed that many people have also perished. It is unknown if the radioactive fallout from the intercepted missiles fell into the sea or over the island. Clean-up crews will not be able to reach the land for sometime, so it is unknown exactly what result this will have. Soviet New Ireland has immediately responded by launching 10 nuclear missiles of their own. All citizens are being forced to hide in fallout shelters (which are mostly underground). It is unlikely that any above ground shelters are still up. Some companies have allowed for the public to hide in underground mines to try and give the public a chance to survive through the war, but it is unlikely that this will help too much.

Popular belief in Soviet New Wales to declare war is rising, and fears of danger from nuclear fallout has gotten the public riled.

[Azerian Empire]

In his office the Kinbok sat watching the reports of what was happening before he typed a code into his computer, varying lines popped up as they all neared Soviet New Ireland.


(Deep DEEP underground) The soldiers sat silently in the capsule as it dug towards the cities they were told to hit. Thousands of capsules were launched carrying troops to clear the tunnel exits while the tanks followed close behind. One soldier nervously fiddled with his rifle as the ETA ticked down on the capsule pilots HUD. The soldiers were a mix of the azerian special operatives and the rogue hunters trained in secret by the military.

Meanwhile, Azerian carriers steam towards the country while planes launch off the decks forming a large cloud flying over the ocean. The planes and troop transports are expected to reach within the hour.

(Spec ops) i.imgur.com/AxvpZQW.png
(Hunters) conceptartworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Destiny_Hunter_Armor_01b.jpg
(Invasion map coming soon)

[The Kingdom of Ryzzle]

Capital of Ryzzle, Islandeia.

It was a hot and dry day in Islandeia, which for many Rytz natives, is just another day. In the Downtown District, where many government buildings are, the day went on as many workdays went, people going to and from work, whether by walking, cabs, or bikes. However, in the Ministry of Defense building, where many generals of Ryzzle's various armed forces go, tension was high. Word had just gotten to the MD (Ministry of Defense) that the United Socialist States of Jakeopia and the Military of Ethan Foley had begun an invasion of Soviet New Ireland, which lie north-east of Ryzzle. Without even informing the King or any of the prime ministers, the Air Force General Julio Marshall ordered the nearby air force base to scramble 6 planes to patrol the skies of Islandeia. Within 15 minutes, pilots were in skies around Islandeia. Another decision was made which involved the air force, which was the creation of a Recon Division, one for each major city in Ryzzle. The General of the Royal Rytz Navy also formed Recon Divisions, to patrol the nearby waters. These divisions had the job of patrolling the seas, skies, and land around Ryzzle. Finally, the Rytz Army and Special Forces have been deployed to several locations throughout Ryzzle, and remain vigilant at all times. Most, if not all, of these decisions were made without the consent of King Chico, who only learned about these happenings after they were called. 

Royal Rytz Air Force Patrol/Fighter Planes: good-wallpapers.com/wallpapers/13076/Messerschmitt%20Me-262A.jpg

Islandeia News at 7: Special Report
Breaking News: In a joint effort, the USSJ and TMEF have begun an invasion of Soviet New Ireland. These attacks happen in a country nearby, only to our northeast. In response to these actions, Ryzzle has mobilized its planes to patrol Ryzzle, and the surrounding waters. The Navy is also taking a large part in the patrol of the ocean to the north, deploying its most advanced reconnaissance boats to the region. Meanwhile, at home, troops have been deployed out into the city, to keep a watchful eye over the populace. King Chico has announced a state of neutrality, although he is attempting to work closely with Soviet New Wales, and the Hadron Federation. More of this event, and what it may mean for the future of Ryzzle at 11.     

[Sandwich Territories]

Noticing tunnel openings on an island nearby SNI, the government has bombed said island, and the openings are now filling with sea water.

[The Military of Ethan Foley]

OOC: The name 'Operation Foliage' made me lol. 
IC:

NORTHERN COAST OF SOVIET NEW IRELAND - MILITARY OF ETHAN FOLEY

The barrage from the battleships had finally ceased. Plumes of smoke were seen for miles. The transport ships made landfall under the cover of darkness. They had been met with absolutely no resistance so they continued with their mission ahead of schedule. As the 5,000 troops got to land, they split up into their companies of about 30-70 people and left into inland Soviet New Ireland. They would work in small groups, hiding in the woods until they would strike. On small towns at first, burning and pillaging the town as best they could under the time constraints, murdering as many people as possible, taking some dogs and corpses for food, and moving on. Their main goal was to disrupt and strike fear into the hearts of Soviet New Ireland citizens, so they put up Ethanian Battle flags and piled up dead bodies in the center of the villages, writing words in blood. They then detonated bombs in random houses and buildings.


Once the resistance began, they would disperse even farther apart, waiting for a larger strike. They were limited in where they could go due to immense nuclear fallout in the inland areas. But they did not expect resistance until at least the break of dawn. 

CITY OF FOLEY HIGH COMMAND BUILDING - MILITARY OF ETHAN FOLEY

"Quick! Quick! Get to the Emergency Shelter!" and "Set up the Mobile Missile Defense System! We haven't much time!" and "We have only minutes!" were among the many shouts exchanged as men in suits rushed out of the High Command Building in the Capital, City of Foley, papers floating around and alarms going off. The whole building was a red tint from the alarm. The High Command Building was an enormous building, twice the size of the White House, with usually around 500 government officials working inside. This is also the building where the Supreme Dictator's primary offices are. Yet now, these government officials were rushing out to the Emergency Shelter where they would resume their work in shelter and prepare to defend the nation from the incoming nukes. Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V was nowhere to be found, as he was in the Western Island not far from the Western Regional Nuclear Missile Launch Facility.

Minutes later, most of the men were situated nervously in the shelter, watching the white lines on the monitors creeping their way towards Ethan Foley territory. Those lines were the paths of nuclear missiles. Missiles with the intention of killing them all. The Missile Defense System was armed and ready, approximately 50 seconds before the first impact. Short-range missiles were launched in excess with hopes of destroying as many enemy nuclear missiles as possible, but with only seconds before impact, hopes were not high. 

The room was dead silent. All eyes were on the large monitor on the wall. The white lines continued their paths as the men sweat in fear. Finally, one of the lines stopped moving. It had been intercepted. Yet there was no sigh of relief yet, as nine more nukes were still airborne. But then another line stopped. Three. Four. Five. Six. Could we be saved after all? was being thought all around, yet no one spoke. Then, a seventh line stopped. But a white circle popped up. It had hit Ethan Foley. Another circle, then three, then four. 

Four nuclear missiles had hit the Ethan Foley mainland. Air Raid Sirens wailed all over the country, as four enormous plumes of radioactive smoke rose miles into the air. Yet no sounds of people could be heard for miles around. No screams, nothing. 380,000 Ethan Foley citizens and soldiers had their lives ended instantly. 

"I do not care how many lives we lose. By the end of this war, Soviet New Ireland will be mine even if every last Soviet citizen has been vaporized from nuclear bombs!" Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V shouted to his advisers as he slammed his fist on the table.

[Azerian Empire]

After hearing the distressing news of nuclear weapons being used on TMEF the Azerian empire began the movements of closing air vents and shutting down entrance to the outside world to non-military persons. This therefore stood as a nuclear shelter for the time being as nukes were priming all over the nations island.

[The Hackleberry Islands]

October 6th, 2014

7:14 PM Local Time

The Hackleberry Islands Red Cross arrived on scene in military helicopters and wide-body aircraft in Cloud, a small town in the Hadron Federation near the border of Soviet New Ireland. One could see the palpable fogged smoke plumes left from the detonation of the four nuclear missiles over Ethanian territory from the Hadron Federation, and the crepuscular sunset light rays that illuminated them in a golden glow. As the medics climbed off the aircraft, Hadronians rushed to greet them. Being a border town meant that much of the fighting between TMEF and SNI affected them tremendously. Battle shells from the slaughtering of Soviet New Irish towns and Ethanian soldiers had hit some of the small villages on the border. While unintentional from both sides, the fighting had decimated Cloud.

Medics were pulled by locals towards tents set up for the injured. As the first medic parted the flaps of the tents, he could only look on in shock. Others gently tried to push their way in, and many found themselves in the same condition. There were people with limbs torn off, with only half of a face instead of a whole one, with severely burnt skin that didn't even resemble skin, with disemboweled abdomens and with pieces of shrapnel and or other foreign materials impaling them like swords. The medics immediately began to tend to the needy, placing cardiograms and monitors against charred or broken body parts.

Those who possessed the most critical injuries were rushed to the aircraft for emergency surgical procedures and operations. Scouts were sent to the far reaches towards the border for people who had survived the fighting yet weren't found by Hadronian search parties. Aircraft turned into shelter and intensive care units, and unused plots of land turned into burial plots or cremation bonfires. As night fell, fires and heating systems worked to keep the injured warm as temperatures dropped to 8°C/45°F. Similar events unfolded all across the border between the Hadron Federation and Soviet New Ireland.

Medics from the Hackleberry Islands and Bagel Lands waited for clearance to pass the border into Soviet New Irish territory to aid the wounded.


OOC - I'll post more about the government portion tomorrow. And I see Ethan liked the format of the "Command Center" RP message.

[The Military of Ethan Foley]

OOC: I did, I almost copied it exactly but figured I'd try to be at least a little original...

[USSEH]

USSEH will be shipping weapons and gear to Soviet New Ireland, but not supplying our troops.

[Sandwich Territories]

Soviet New Ireland has received word of Ethan Foley troops on the mainland. The nation will attempt to intercept the threat with their armed citizenry and spread out militias of about 200 men per group. It is expected that the Folian soldiers are better trained and better equipped, so it is hoped that the citizens of the land will do their duty to help the soldiers. The risks are obvious, but they are needed to stop this early invasion threat.

Also, all nuclear weapons and ACBMs will be put on stand-hold to intercept any incoming nuclear missiles.

The first squadron to run into enemy lines was the 64th Hammer Bay Squadron, who were patrolling the northwest area of the nation. They ran into a Folian group that was about to attempt to skirmish with armed Soviet Irish citizens; a result that would most certainly result in the loss of the village of Dunsfolk. The militia at Dunsfolk would try to hold off the group before the 34th would be able to rendezvous with the enemy. The 64th Hammer Bay Squadron consists of 150 men, and the Dunsfolk militia consists of about 30 normal citizens. Dunsfolk was a critical stronghold, as losing the town would allow the enemy a direct route to the city of New Dundee. While the city would be much more prepared against an attack, the Redshirts were not going to accept the idea of TMAF having a place on the mainland to organize attacks. While the 5,000 soldiers were not going to do anything too significant, it was clear that this was just the first wave. Just as the group was about to intercept, the rain began to fall on an already foggy evening. It was expected for the temperature to drop significantly over the next few hours and into the night all across the nation, so the government was hoping for the snow to begin to fall for a tactical advantage. At this time, tanks began to roll out into major cities, and planes were ready to intercept any TMAF aircraft, and attack targets from the sky.

Luckily for the 64th Hammer Bay Squadron, they were going to be receiving help from the Eire Waterford Spec-Ops group. These elite soldiers would help to facilitate the production of masks and suits around the area as to prevent deaths from nuclear fallout. While the attacks mostly hit the northeastern desert area, the attacks were still able to kill 400,000 people in the area. While tests show very little nuclear fallout here, the government was not only ensuring that people around the Northwest SNI area would survive now, but possible future attacks. These two squadrons will have air support available if needed.

And, not to be ignored are the SSPF. The 3rd SSPF Squadron will be traveling with medics to ensure their safety if they try to help the innocent in SNI. Rusty Neils had this to say.

"I will give clearance for Trident Pact medics to help innocent people everywhere except for the northeast of the nation; where the attacks occurred. If Mr. Foley V has the nerve to allow his commanders and soldiers to kill innocent medics from the Trident Pact, it would most certainly show what disregard for human life he truly has; which he has most certainly shown in the unprovoked attacking of our nation and the killing of 400,000 innocent people. How can any decent nation support such actions?"

The 64th was about ready to get things going. They waited for the command of their leader.

"Ready....fire!"

[The Hackleberry Islands]

EXECUTIVE COMMAND CENTER - NATIONAL DEFENSE CENTER - WOODSTOCK, THE HACKLEBERRY ISLANDS

October 8th, 2014

7:09 PM Local Time

    "Hello Premier. I trust you're doing well?" President Hackett spoke to a large screen. The man staring back at him donned a black suit with ceremonial pins, and stood at similar height of the President himself; 

    "Indeed, Mr. President. Yourself?" Premier Thomas Bagel I responded. On the other end of the conversation, the President stood in front of a large screen in front of the monarch of the Bagel Lands, and his group of advisors, all looking concerned.

    "Comparing to the diplomatic problem we have at hand, Premier, I'd say I'm feeling pretty good. And of course, my regards to your advisors and family." He looked over to the circle of advisors, who all gave him quick greetings and nods of approval. "Now, for the situation at hand. Our nation has stationed medical forces all across the western portion of the Hadron Federation, nearby the border of Soviet New Ireland. We have received clearance to cross the border to aid the innocents and injured at hand."

    "Excellent! Our third wave of medical forces and equipment will soon move out in a group from Salisbury. We can intercept your group of aircraft and act as an escort so that transports are secure for both nations. Of course, if that's no trouble to arrange on your side, Mr. President." Premier Thomas responded. The President nodded, and Premier Bagel turned to his head advisor, who whispered to him. Afterwards, he said to the President "You'll have to excuse me, Mr. President, I have personal affairs to attend to. We'll speak again soon." He bowed respectfully, and marched away.

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[Samukan]

Samukan National Radio

Good morning, listeners.

Since Ethanian soldiers landed in Soviet Irish territory on Monday, few further developments have been made. There has been ongoing conflict towards the northern coast. Ethanian soldiers stationed in and near ruined towns have been holding out against assaults made by Soviet Irish soldiers. While there have been no further nuclear strikes, winds have blown fallout to the east. Since the bombs were detonated mid-air, the fallout has been relatively sparse. International organizations such as the Kennan International Health and Environment Organization have stated that the amount of fallout in countries such as the Hadron Federation and Guadalajara is largely not dangerous to the people there. KIHEO has issued warnings to avoid particularly affected areas, just to be safe.

Secretary of State Lucian Alkotrozz has made several statements during the week. He says that Samukan will not interfere in the conflict, but will remain vigilant against any potential threats, including IRBMs. Mr. Alkotrozz has requested high-level talks between Samukan, Hackleberry Islands, and Sandwich Territories to discuss the ongoing conflict.

[The Military of Ethan Foley]

OOC: Sorry if I might've godmodded a bit here. If you want some of those GM parts to be fixed, just say so.

LETTER TO THE HACKLEBERRY ISLANDS GOVERNMENT

Attention Hackleberry Government Officials:

Intelligence Reports have shown that your citizens are aiding our enemy. This insulting action will not be taken lightly. In fact, your aiding of our enemy will be taken as an act of war and will be treated as such. As you read this, Hackleberry Medical Stations in Soviet New Ireland are being raided, wounded slaughtered, and medical staff imprisoned. If you decide to cease these actions, your medical staff will be released from captivity. This is your only warning before medical staff are killed and raids intensify. 

HADRON FEDERATION-SOVIET NEW IRELAND BORDER - MILITARY OF ETHAN FOLEY

A company of 120 Special Forces geared up in a clearing in the woods, about 50 miles inside Soviet New Ireland (SNI) territory. They were just miles from the Hadron Federation border in the Northeast. They were close to where medics were aiding SNI soldiers and civilians. The company had been resting for several hours, and were getting ready for their next mission. The nearest friendly company was about 80 miles to the west. That company was in the midst of another village raid. The Special Forces, on the other hand, were about to commence a secret mission. Operation Medic. 

A messenger ran into Captain Adrian's Officer's Quarters with a letter. He saluted and said, "Captain, Sir!"


"Yes?" he looked up. 


"Orders from the High Command have come in, Sir. They say to commence the mission, Sir!" the messenger moved forward, handing the Captain the letter. 


"Thank you. Dismissed!" the two saluted and the messenger exited quickly.


Approximately half an hour later, several miles from the clearing, a loud voice from a loudspeaker erupted from the woods, not far from the medics that were helping wounded SNI citizens. "Attention all medical staff and citizens!" the voice echoed, "Stop what you're doing and put your hands over your head! We are armed and will open fire if you do not comply!" 

About 80 Special Forces emerged from the woods shouting "Put your hands in the air!" and "Come out where we can see you!" They ran towards the medics. Some of the wounded who were not capable of moving their arms were shot. Almost immediately, all 80 of the soldiers opened fire on the medics and the wounded soldiers and citizens. Blood was being splattered everywhere. Some of the Special Forces put their automatic weapons behind their backs and drew swords. They engaged in hand to hand combat with the medics and wounded. Those who were killed were promptly decapitated as a warning to others. 

The other 40 Special Forces swooped around the Medics area and surrounded them. The medics that were still alive were rounded up and waiting to be arrested. 

This would only be the first of many more raids on Hackleberry Medical staff aiding the enemy. Operation Medic was now underway. 

[Samukan]

Official Diplomatic Message
From: U.R.S. Secretary of State Lucian G. Alkotrozz
To: The Office of Dictator Ethan Foley V

Mr. Foley:

As you must be aware, Samukanian military intelligence has been monitoring the ongoing conflict between Ethan Foley and Soviet New Ireland. We have recently received intelligence that Ethanian forces have threatened, detained, and executed wounded civilians and medical personnel of Soviet Irish nationality.

These actions are in violation of Articles 16, 18, 19, 20, and 27 of the Geneva Convention (IV) relative to the Protection of Civilian Persons in Time of War. As implied by Kennan Regional Council Resolution #14 operative clause 2, all Kennan nations are obligated to comply with the Geneva Conventions.

The United Republic of Samukan officially requests that the Military of Ethan Foley cease and desist such operations immediately. Please respond with any information that we may have not been aware of or considered.

Lucian G. Alkotrozz
Secretary of State
United Republic of Samukan

[Guadalajara]

Guadalajara National News October 11, 2014

In a recent interview about the ongoing war in Soviet New Ireland, Guadalajara President Jesus Sanchez as well as General Axel Angulo stated that "Guadalajara will not go to war" and that the nation will "remain neutral until further notice." To this the people responded in protest as millions of people are suffering from the recent nuclear bomb attacks on SNI. In any case, the government advices people to stay ready in case of any attack and the army and gendarmerie are setting up defenses around all borders. "All land borders will remain closed until all of this is over,"  says General Axel Angulo.