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The Dolphin Isles, Foledonia, Ionona, and Nogovastan
Many of the soldiers were pacing nervously, smoking cigarettes, or fiddling their necklaces as they prayed to Talos. The order had been given “Talos Guide You” - code for the invasion of Faronnia.
Before long, Cream Sauce troops were engaged in the woods of northern Faronnia. As bullets whistled through the trees and men fell to the ground screaming in horror, it was clear that the fighting would be ferocious.
<North Dilafaynian border, ~two weeks after the fall of Berenda>
Tanks rolled up all along the border with Faronnia and joined the line with thousands of soldiers with their heads out of the roof hatches of APCs and in the backs of trucks. Suddenly, the radios sparkled to life all across the front.
"EEK! EEK! EEK!"
Hundreds of diesel engines roared to life and thick plumes of smoke filled the air. Overhead, a sparse assortment of fighter jets zipped across the border followed by streams of rocket artillery. The tanks rumbled forward and began to open fire on a humble border patrol station as the APCs rolled past under their cover.
The war had just reached the lands of Faronnia...
Casualty Count
1,659 overall personnel
29 x M19 light tanks
2x Fox I light tanks
7 x Fox II light tanks
5 x Panther attack helicopters
11 x Viper fighter jets
9 x F-30 Tiger fighter jets
3 x Krait UCAVs
6 x Gila Cargo Plane
5 x Komodo Cargo Plane
3 x C-144 Ostrich Heavy Cargo Plane
Christine Cristang walks into a small local bar on the outskirts of Fort Wayne. She’s
followed by two tall well-built and dressed men in black suits. Christine sits at the bar
while her escorts take a seat in a booth just behind her. She orders a local microbrew
and starts chatting with a few of the locals. After a small while a man dressed in
business casual clothes walks in and takes a seat next to Christine. After ordering a
double jack and coke he askes.
“How’s business?”
Christine looks at the man and replies “Depends on who’s askin’.”
“An interested party with deep pockets.”
“How interested?”
“10 million up front and 5 million per delivery with 5 deliveries a month until further
notice.”
“What would I be carrying?”
“That’s classified. You just need to get our packages to their destination.”
“I need to know what it is before I can carry it. They might not fit in our ships.”
“We know they will. Just standard pallet sized loads. With tamper seals of course.
Wouldn’t want anyone to get curious.”
“How many pallets then?”
“300 per delivery.”
“Jesus, I don’t think I can do that much.”
“You can, we ran the numbers.”
“Ok if you say so. I assume I don’t have to dodge the coast guard on this one?”
“They will leave you alone. Just sail casually and they will run your hull numbers and
they will be fine.”
“Sounds like a deal. Do I at least get to know the drop off country?”
”Zekalia. We’ll have everything arranged. Trucks will meet you on the pier and you will
offload our containers onto the trucks and then come back for more cargo. Since the
canal will be faster we’ve already given your ships access as a protected trade
company so you will be first though.”
“Oh. I didn’t think I’d be able to use that. With all the security and all.”
“Pays to have friends in shadowy places. So, when can you start?”
“When can you have the cargo delivered?”
“I can have boxes at your hidden dock yard within the hour.”
“Well sounds like we’re in business.”
“Your payment will be in the first truck.”
The man chugs his jack and coke then leaves the bar. Christine finishes her beer then
makes her way to her dock.
Kurt looks up and starts to walk towards the harbor master. “Greg! So nice to see you.
I’ve been waiting here a little while but not too long.”
“I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Of course we have. You were going to clear some ships for me so they don’t get
inspected.”
“I don’t know who you are but I’m calling the police.”
“I wouldn’t do that Greg. Your daughter might have an accident coming home from
soccer practice. Or your wife might leave the stove on and cause an accident. We
wouldn’t want that now would we Greg.”
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“I’m just a friend that needs a favor. I’m willing to pay for it too. And if you’re smart you’ll
let me pay for your house and your kid’s college.”
“What do you need from me?”
“Let’s step inside Greg, it’s a bit chilly out here.” Kurt says as he walks up the steps and
guides Greg inside. "Now, I'm gonna need you to exempt these ships," Kurt says as he
pulls out a sheet from his jacket pocket, "from any form customs search. See these
aren’t bringing anything into the country that’s going to stay here. So why would you
need to search them. Better yet, it’d be better if your records reflected these ships were
never here. Since, they didn’t drop anything off or even refuel.”
“I…I think I can do that.” Greg stutters as he replies.
“Good. I’ll stick around to make sure everything goes to plan. After that you’ll have a
package filled with your payment.” Kurt leaves the sheet and leaves the office.
Eric Blackwell was once again viewing the situation map while furiously consulting and ordering his generals and aides. The invasion had finally come; mostly from the north. The ultimatum from The folks order effectively prevented a counterattack, and so the Faronnians would have to rely on a defense in depth. They had no choice but to hold the line, and pray that Golgothia would intervene...
NEWS FROM THE JIHAD
The brave mujahideen have conquered the nations of 
Lannister Rock and St jameses! These nations put up a stern fight, however their forces were overwhelmed and eventually dealt with. It cost the life of many a mujahideen, but they reside now in paradise for their sacrifice. As the mujahideen marches past the Cathedral of James City, the king of St Jameses abdicated his throne!
The last nation to fall before the Jihad for Calradicia is complete is the Taoist northlands, and while they are putting up a ferocious resistance, rest assured that they too will fall.
Allah is merciful!
The Meeting 1350 local time, A hut in an undisclosed location.
The trucks finally came to a stop. The cooling fans roared loudly as they desperately tried to push the scorching air over the engines. Eighteen hooded figures climbed out of the back of the trucks, their AKs swinging below them. A noticeably thinner man stepped out of the passenger side of the lead truck. He pointed a boney finger at one of the hooded figures.
“You must come with me, no one else,” Rafiq said. “Colonel Samir is a nervous man. I fear we may have frightened him by bringing this many people to his home.”
“I have a hard time believing a colonel of the Mujahideen would be so easily frightened. He has a reputation of being fierce in battle.” replied Snake.
“He is a great fighter, his men respect him. But one does not live to become colonel of the mighty Mujahideen by being reckless.” chastised Rafiq “You should be honored to meet him. It is rare for Colonel Samir to meet outsiders.”
Rafiq opened the door to the hut revealing a rotund olive man with a black, thick, curly beard sitting at a table flanked by two skinny men in black uniforms.
“Brother forgive me!” cried Rafiq “I did not intend to stumble in while you were drinking tea with your officers!” Rafiq fell to his knees and bowed. Snake stood with his arms crossed.
“Stand brother, I always have time for you.” Colonel Safir put down his cup and began pouring two more cups. “Both of you, please, join me. I always have room for more at my table. Anyone is welcome. Even…. Interlopers.”
Snake and Rafiq both took a seat at the table. “Please, leave us be.” ordered the colonel, his troops immediately standing and leaving the hut.
Snake clicked his mic twice. “Understood, replied Jax.”
“So mister….. you have not told me your name. Mister…”
“David, Colonel. Just call me David.”
“Mister David, I understand you want to meet General Jihabish. Convince him to fight for you.”
“I need to meet General Jihabish but I have no plans on him fighting for me.”
“Do you not want us to fight your war for you. Our fighters go where you tell them?”
“Not at all colonel, what I want is to train and equip your fighters to do what they have already been doing. We want to support your fight against the Nogovastan invaders.”
Colonel Safir put down his tea, laying his hands palm down on the table and leaning forward, his eyes meeting Snake’s. “What makes you think we require your assistance”
“You could either lead an army of farmers armed with century old rifles to slaughter, or professional soldiers. I can’t guarantee you’ll win. But, I can promise you, you won’t die easily.”
“I don’t plan to die easily, with or without your help, mister David.” Colonel Safir leaned back, clasping his hands together. “I need more”
“I can get you guns and rockets to equip your army.” Colonel Safir looked unphased. “I can also get you intel on hill 3234.”
Colonel Safir leaned forward, opening his arms wide with a smile on his face. “Brother! Let us have some tea, mister Snake.”
Southern Sardakistan, Elevation 10610 (3234), 3rd Company of the 55th People's Airborne Brigade, 1530 Sardakistan time
The hilltop position was more quiet than it usually was, with only the stuttering of the almost broken fans meant to keep the men cool heard throughout the encampment. Radios that normally played the favorite Kino tracks of the men were silent. Besides the stuttering fans, a helicopter would occasionally fly over, breaking the silence for a little bit until it was out of earshot. Instead, the men were scattered about in their defensive positions, keeping a watchful eye out over the convoy route their hill sits next to.
“So we’re leaving huh?” Dimitri asked, looking at his comrade sitting on the rock to the left of him.
“It sounds like it.” Sasha replied. “But to be honest, I’m glad we get to go home. I can’t stand another minute in this country, Dimitri.” He explained, inspecting his Dragunov while he did so.
“Well, doesn’t it just make you feel like everything we did here was pointless?” Dimitri asked him in a frustrated manner.
His comrade on the rock would step-down, kneeling next to Dimitri and pointing out towards the vast, mountainous, open landscape that was the south. “Do you see any buildings, paved roads, government forces, or airports with planes coming and going?” Dimitri looked at him, shaking his head. “Then who’s to say anything we did here was pointless if we haven’t even done anything of significance… besides establishing a well defended look-out point on a hill?” He turned to Dimitri, waiting for an answer.
“I- I guess you’re right.”
“Besides, they’ll give you a medal for performing your international duty that you can show your family when we get back.” He jokingly explained.
“I’m just mad I never got to kill a Muj’ like everybody else you know? How do I explain to my father that his son just sat around on a hill- '' Before he could finish what he was saying, he was interrupted by two men who had come to relieve him and his comrade of guard duty. Rotations continued on as usual, and the men stayed in their positions, for a possible attack by Mujahideen forces. Not too long ago, Company Commander Anton Vyacheslav, had received word from a nearby FOB that there was a small force of Mujahideen in the vicinity of the hill. Both commanders agree that it is nothing more than a probe force, or scouting party looking for effective positions to ambush the convoys as they pass through. Nevertheless, Vyacheslav had his men put on high-alert, and ready in their positions in-case of an attack or sighting with the Mujahideen. However such an attack never came, the only notable encounter involved two soldiers buying cigarettes from a local with a donkey cart. Although, other positions have received the order to begin following through with the exit plan, 3rd Company still remains on the hill with no new orders from Vyacheslav, or from commander of all forces within Sardakistan, General Mastaev.
Orders: Hold the hilltop at all costs.
Wolfe looks onto the assorted group of pickup and light duty trucks he and Garrett had
procured.
“You think this will be enough?” Garrett asks.
“If it’s not they better bring me some ten ton trucks cause we’re gonna need them.” Wolfe
replies.
“Did you remember the forklifts?”
“Yes I remembered to get the forklifts. Without them this whole thing doesn’t work. What
would we do? Just pick up the whole pallet with a few guys and toss it in a bed?”
“Ok ok sorry I asked. Grouch much?”
“I’m not the one that forgot the cash in the car 4 damn times.”
“Like I said before. It’s easy to forget.”
“Whatever. Have all of our backup landed yet?”
“Ya, all but three. I pick them up later today. Should have everything together to start
making runs into the rebels soon. As long as they charted the transport from pier to us
we’ll be good.”
“Hey, did you ever get the locks and chains for the warehouse? Can’t have some hobos
wonder in here while we’re out.”
“I did. They’re in that box by the door. Oh look at the time. I’m gonna make a run to the
airport then pick up the last few trucks.”
“Alright, if you forget the cash again I’m eating your leftovers.”
“Don’t you dare touch my cheesecake. I will literally fight you.” Garret says as he walks
down the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. Wolfe opens the communications
laptop and connects his satcom antenna. An “Encrypted connection made” icon pops up
in the bottom right. Wolfe opens the chat program and joins the operation channel.
“Finalizing our last vehicle purchase. Roster is all on the ground. Requesting confirmation
of deliveries.”
After a minute a PDF pops up. Wolfe prints it. It’s a delivery invoice from Howe Shipping.
Pickup date for tomorrow and delivery date for the day after at 0800 local time.
“They actually hired a local company to run this. Was not expecting that.” Wolfe thinks to
himself.
Wolfe watches from the supervisor office of the warehouse as the semi-trucks are
unloaded. Bland wooden crate on top of old falling apart pallets get loaded one at a time
into Chaudhri pickups and Delta Automotive light duty trucks. The Chaudhri Motors trucks
squat a little more than Wolfe would like but this wasn’t what their suspension was meant
to handle. The last of the crates are unloaded and the last semi rolls out. Wolfe grabs his
satcom and heads to his truck. The truck Wolfe picked out for him and Garrett was a Delta
Automotive 450 dully with the luxury package. The fact he wasn’t the one paying for the
truck had nothing to do with the choice of course. Garret hops in the passenger seat with
a bag from the local continence store.
“What’s in the bag?” Wolfe asks.
“Road snacks.” Garrett replies.
“Did you get enough for both of us?”
“You didn’t say you wanted any.”
“I didn’t think I had to make it known I wanted some snacks for this multi day drive.” Wolfe
grabs the radio. “We’re gonna take a quick pause on our journey to stock up on snacks.
Everyone meet back here in fifteen.”
Garrett squints at Wolfe. “That was a little over dramatic.”
“You wanna see over dramatic? I could have taken this convoy of trucks through a drive
through but I decided not to put the people of this town through that. So I’m gonna walk
over there real fast and get some snacks. Would you like anything while I’m out?”
“No I think I got everything covered for me.”
“Great.”
Fifteen minutes later a stream of thirty trucks leaves the warehouse heading towards the
southern portion of Sardakistan.
From the coastlines of northern Sardakistan...
The military forces who were in transit to Sardakistan have finally arrived. The landings were carried out unopposed and a beachhead has been established. The Imperial Guard Engineering units accompanying the force have begun the surveying and planning of a small military outpost to conduct further operations from in the future. Meanwhile, large unit formations have started out from the beachhead to begin the process of relieving Nogovastani forces from their positions. Optimally, those forces will be escorted back to the coast where they will be held until ships can be brought from Nogovastan to carry them home.
The 3rd and 2nd fleet accompanying the landing Foledonian forces will be establishing a no fly zone by this afternoon over the north of Sardakistan in order to enforce the removal of Nogovastani troops. A direct communique has been wired to their government to inform them of this decision. In the coming days, as expulsion of Nogovastani forces is carried out, Foledonian inspection teams will ensure no Nogovastani plane or helicopter takes off to return home with armament loaded. Said armaments will be stockpiled and guarded by Peacekeeping forces and Foledonia will provide heavy transport to move them to Nogovastani ships so that they may return home with the troops rather than on aircraft.
Wolfe pulls out his laptop and connects to the satcom. “We aren’t far from the
rendezvous.” Wolfe says. “Just a few more clicks and we’ll be at the village.”
Garrett takes a sip from his high caffeine coffee flavored energy drink. “You’re sure you
don’t want one? They keep me up so well.” He asks.
“I’m sure I don’t need a drug to help me stay awake. When we unload the crates I’ll be
plenty awake. Plus, doesn’t that make you have to pee?”
“I now have the sudden urge to pee. Screw you.”
“You’re welcome.”
The trucks pull up to the outskirts of the village. “All vics hold here. We will approach and
inform when it is safe.” Wolfe pulls his truck forward while the rest of the operators grab
their rifles and prepare to cover them if needed. Wolfe gets to the edge of the main
buildings before a man with an old rifle yells for him to stop. Wolfe hops out of the truck
and says “I’m a friend of the Almasnin. He knows I am coming.”
“And what of them.” The man points to the other trucks.
“They are with me. We bring things for you. Please, get the Almasnin and he will know.”
“Stay here. I will get him.” The man walks away to get the elder. After about ten minutes
the elder drives up to Wolfe and Garrett.
“My friends.” He says as he shakes Wolfe’s hand. “You have returned. I didn’t expect you
to follow through.”
“Well we brought you some things. Mind if I show you?”
“Yes yes let’s see.”
Wolfe climbs into the bed of the truck and grabs a crowbar to pry open the crate. Packing
straw fills the top but he pulls out a long slender tube with an odd box on the front and
hands it to the elder. He reaches back in and grabs an AK-107 from further down in the
box.
“Is this a weapon?” The elder asks
“Yes it is a missile launcher to take down helicopters and low flying planes.”
“This is a great weapon. I cannot repay you for this.”
“You don’t have to. It’s a gift. We have many more gifts in the trucks back there.” Wolfe
waves up the trucks. “We don’t just need your village either. I’m here to help all the people
of southern Sardakistan. Only a united front can stop the people of the north from coming
and changing your way of life.”
“I will talk to the other elders. I will see what I can do. We don’t all see eye to eye. It will
take some time to gather more men.”
“I have this many supplies coming four more times this month. We will help you unload
them and you can store these where ever you can. I suggest building something
underground or setting up storage in a cave nearby if possible.”
“Thank you. I will do what I can. Ila al-liqaa.”
“Bshoof-ak ba’deen.”
Prep 1745 local time, At a Mujahideen camp run by Colonel Safir.
Snake dropped the tailgate of a pickup and slapped down a folder.
“Here is all the intel our brains back home could scrounge up.” Snake said as he opened the folder and splayed all of the photographs and force estimation reports.
“Jesus, 39 guys? That’s it? Give us a B24 and we’ll take it in a few hours.” Fox said picking as he looked over the documents.
“Yea, but you might as well pin a GC flag at the top of the hill. This needs to be a local assault” Snake replied.
Fox put down the documents and stroked his very not Sardaki beard. Despite being in-country for a couple weeks and starting their beards days before inserting in-country, Fox was the only member of their multinational team that couldn’t grow a beard long or thick enough. At a distance he looked as Sardaki as anyone, but under close scrutiny he looked decidedly un-Sardaki. This had been the subject of much teasing from not only the Mujahideen locals, but his own team-mates whose beards were thick, long, and curly.
“This is going to be bloody as hell. These guys are using AKs and bolt guns older than they are. Their tactics, what tactics? A lot of them are going to die.”
“Yup, luckily the spooks from NFMS will be delivering some candy for the kids.” Snake put the documents back into their folder and placed it in his bag.
Fox stopped mid stroke. “Candy? Is this candy shaped like actual soldiers?”
“No,” Snake chuckled “Try AKs and broadswords”
Fox resumed stroking his beard “Hm, maybe it won’t be as bloody as thought. Still pretty bloody though.”
Snake raised the tailgate and leaned on the back of the truck. “Probably, but they have some mortars and decent car bombs we might be able to put to use.”
Fox’s face curled into a mischevious smile, “Are you sure you’re okay with suicide bombing.”
Snake pulled out a cigar from one of his pockets and began to trim it, “Why should I care, it’s not my people in that car or getting bombed. If they are going to use it anyways might as well tell them to use it somewhere it’s actually effective”
“Snake!” Sigint yelled as he ran at full speed towards the two.
Snake finished lighting his cigar and took a puff. “What do you want now?”
“The Foldonians just landed” Sigint squeezed out between the breaths.
“Jesus christ.” Snake said after taking a draw on his cigar. “Safir is going to be pissed.”
“Mister Snake!” yelled Safir as he stormed towards the three, a small cluster of Mujahideen lieutenants trailed behind. “Why didn’t you tell me more outsiders were coming”
“Colonel” Snake replied, rubbing the furrow between his brow. “I just found out about these people as well.”
“First Nogovastan, then you, now Foldonia? Who else will you bring into my home? We are not your personal playground? Do you know what those people have done to my brothers?” Colonel Safir yelled, his face red, and his hands waving at a non-existent orchestra.
“Colonel, believe me. If I had known when and where they were going to land, you would have been there to meet him. As our priorities stand now we need to dislodge the soldiers on that hill. We are well aware of Order 921. We know why you want them dead. We will help you resist, eventually. But now? We need to ignore his forces. Attacking him will only serve to embolden and increase numbers in the region. I promise you. We want the same thing.”
Colonel Safir's angry scowl and his angry breathing began to subside. “Maybe so, but any of his soldiers on Mulsim soil must die.”
“They will. We will send the Emissary operatives to begin collecting intel. But as for now, we have to deal with what we can change. We have your intel on the hill with us now and your weapons are on the way.”
Just as Snake finished his sentence, “The SAD boys are back” Raiden announced over the radio.
“In fact, your weapons are here now. Rally your troops around the trucks. While they get their weapons, we’ll brief you on the plan. We will attack tonight.”
From a press release out of the Foledonian Ministry of Defense...
As of this morning, a no-fly zone has been established over Sardakistan. The installation of long range radar and anti-air systems have played a major role in helping achieve this feat. As of now, four battalions of IG Engineers with explosive ordinance disposal teams are embarking on transports from Foledonia proper and should be enroute to Sardakistan before nightfall. Their mission will include the direction of Nogovastani disposal teams for the disposal of Nogovastani mines and the construction of humanitarian and military facilities in Northern Sardakistan. The 9th fleet has been activated to escort these men and material to their operating theater.
Furthermore, humanitarian NGO's formerly operating in Beregon and the now stabilized lands of Jia-do-bao have been instructed to begin the allocation and organization of humanitarian assets to Sardakistan. These materials should be ready around the same time our professional police and security forces are ready to replace the regular military troops. We expect that change over, assuming the Nogovastani draw down occurs smoothly, within the next couple of months.
In order to ensure Nogovastan holds up their end of the bargain, three more divisions are being mobilized from Foledonia proper to support the quickly progressing defensive positions along the border of our southern continent territories and Nogovastan. The 8th Fleet will be activated in order to provide save passage for these men. They should arrive within the week.
Exit Plan: Phase 1
After their short-lived operations in Sardakistan, all Nogovastanian forces have begun preparations to leave the region in accordance with the Ministry of Defense's exit plan. FOBs in the north and south are given orders to begin packing important equipment, documents, etc. and start heading towards the established exit point in the north. Attack aircraft (for now at least) will be grounded at the nearest airfield unless they are desperately needed for situations that require rescue, support, or if convoys require extra protection while moving precious cargo through hostile territory. Air defenses at said airfields, will be decommissioned, or packed away to be moved back to Nogovastan and returned to their air defense armies. However, any important documents or equipment that cannot be removed from the FOBs and bases, are to be destroyed and disposed of properly. SAM emplacements in Sardakistan's northern capital airfield, are to be decommissioned and put out of action, while the various radar installations are taken down. Morale of Nogovastan's forces has been drastically lowered during their time in Sardakistan, and witnessing the removal of their flag from the main northern capital airbase hasn't helped any. Though, most are ready to return home in light of current domestic events.
FOB Adrik: Northern Sardakistan
"Yea, like that!"
"Are you sure we should do this, sir? I mean, aren't the Foledonian peacekeepers taking this FOB over after we leave?"
"Yea... that's kinda the point you buffoon." A can of spray paint is heard in the background followed by something along the lines of "give it more veins".
"Uh sir, what should we write? I mean, what are some insults that'll get them seething?"
The commander fell silent, pondering what to have his soldier write on the wall. "Hmmm... just call them cuckolds and write about how their emperor is Adrik's b*tch or something." The soldier did as he was told, writing obscenities on the walls that would greet the peacekeepers, as was everyone in the base.
"Anything else, sir?" Asked the conscript as he shook his can of spray paint.
"Write about how they're ninety percent soy."
"Understood." After a lengthy process by every soldier stationed in FOB Adrik to leave behind something that would enrage the newly arrived peacekeepers, one final thing was decided upon by the entire FOB. That was, of course, to leave behind an illustration of the Folish flag on one of the white boards with one, giant, penis drawn onto it. Also more obscenities about the mothers of the Folish people.
...
Oh yea there was also a jar of seminal fluid left on a table saying 'To Emperor' with a portrait of said Emperor inside. Some other soldiers even took it upon themselves to take a sh*t in the officer's lounge of the base.
"We should probably leave, sir."
"Yea, lets do that."
AN ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE CALIPH
“My brothers, we have been keeping a close eye on the situation in Sardakistan in order to ensure the peacekeeping mission is in fact only a peacekeeping mission and nothing more. Foledonia makes no secret its disdain for the Ummat al-Islam, and as such we view the ongoing mission in Sardakistan with suspicion. Saegan stands ready to assist the Sardakistani people should they deem it necessary.
- Caliph Shervin al-Kadan
Northern Sardakistan, Area of Foledonia’s landings
A goat farmer stood in his field, a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck, and a wooden staff in his right hand. Despite his old age, he was a capable and hard worker, known around his coastal village for always being quite the handyman. Today however, he was working a different job. Instead of working with his goats, helping around the village, and or going into the larger town nearby to buy wares from merchants, he instead began taking a walk up through the mountains that overlooked the coast. With him, he took his binoculars and an object that he carried in a bag. When he began his little mission he came into contact with two major convoys of Nogovastanians, making their way further north it appeared. During his trek into the coastal mountains, he had stopped to admire the view a few times, drink from a nearby stream, until reaching a point that gave him a good overview of the coast.
At his destination, he would nestle himself into a hidden location between the rocks to avoid detection. Around this time he would reach into the pouch he had brought along with him, pulling out a walkie talkie set to a frequency used by the Mujahideen. After the arrival and mistreatment by Nogovastanian forces, he felt sickened to know another foreign enemy had landed so close to his town. Soon, he had taken his binoculars off from around his neck, and raised them to his eyes. He reported what he had seen back to the Mujahideen listening on the other end. “Lots of them.” He spoke into the walkie talkie.
“How many, brother?” Asked the man on the other end.
“Lots.” He replied.
“Do they have the vehicles with the big gun and tracks, brother?”
“Yes. I can see, uh, lots.” Responded the old goat farmer.
“What about men? How many Kafirs can you see? Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands?” Questioned the voice on the other end eagerly.
“It’s, about tens of thousands, inshallah.”
“What else, soldier?”
“Boats. Lots.”
“Allahu Akbar! You’ve done great, brother. Your information on the Kafir will help greatly.” The voice on the other end said enthusiastically.
“Allahu Ackbar.”
With that, the old man turned off the walkie talkie, placing it back in its pouch. Not too long after his scouting mission, the old man would make his way back down the mountain, taking another route down the backside of the mountain instead. Routes like this are essential to the local populace to avoid areas with high foreigner activity. He would return back to his village just in time to prepare dinner, and lockup his goats.
From a press release out of the Foledonian Ministry of Defense...
We're pleased to announce that 
Nation for Mutual Security has agreed to help us in our effort to return Sardakistan to a pre-Nogovastan state. They have agreed to enforce the no-fly-zone over the country with a carrier strike group. Additionally, two brigades with accompanying engineering units and EOD teams have joined the peacekeeping efforts in the north of the country.
Furthermore, 
The Dolphin Isles have agreed to provide cultural advisors and translators which have bolstered our recently formed Linguistics Units, allowing us to interact with the locals in an effective and impactful way. After the Nogovastani military forces have been ejected from the country, they have agreed to also provide peacekeeping units to assist in maintaining peace in the region and the distribution of humanitarian aide.
In addition to Dolphin Isles personnel, Golgothia, a long standing ally, have also offered to provide translators for our linguistics units. With this influx of knowledgeable speakers of the local language, we believe that negotiation with local leaders should be achievable and the dissemination of our true intention in the region will be successful.
It has been decided by this mission that NGOs will be allowed to begin operations in the region once Nogovastani forces have been successfully disengaged. We've heard already from The Dolphin Isles who have asked to allow their NGOs to provide aid where they can. We are also beginning to plan a proportional withdrawal of our own forces to mirror the military draw-down of Nogovastan. We hope that this strategy will reduce the chance of a flashpoint and will promote a continuation of the currently peaceful state of affairs.
Foledonia is thankful to all parties who have contributed to this noble effort.
The Dolphin Isles and Ionona
Prelude to disaster
Ever since the communist coup that toppled the old government of popular national-figure Samuel Walmartović, and with recent events such as Bloody Thursday, Adrik’s refusal to confront his people, and the disaster that was Sardakistan’s attempted liberation. Most citizens up until this point have attempted to carry on with some sort of normalcy in their lives, ignoring the idea that their every move and thought is monitored by the communist government propped up by Samuel’s treacherous Minister of Defense. However, there was a time of peace during the time Adrik had left for the Coronation in The folks order. While Adrik was attending the Coronation with his General Staff and Minister of Defense, Deputy-Premier Luyiba Gerotavdić was put in charge for the short time being. Under Luyiba, Nogovastan experienced a slight decrease in raids conducted by the secret police, political killings, and an overall improvement of the people’s treatment. Though all it came to end once Adrik returned early to better assess the situation developing in Sardakistan, resulting in Luyiba’s return to managing labor and of course, paperwork. Once back in Nogovastan, Adrik attempted to update his people and boost his popularity among them by holding a speech to inform them of recent events. Of course, half-way through his speech he was interrupted and challenged by democratic protesters who called for reforms and free elections within Nogovastan. Their protest and the gathering were quickly ended once they began to clash with pro-Adrik supporters, resulting in the police opening fire on the crowd. Known as Bloody Thursday among the populace, it was a major disaster for Adrik’s Government, and for the people, the final straw. Adrik has not helped the situation either by fleeing to his villa, refusing to confront his people, and refusing to acknowledge the administration’s major mistakes and mismanagement of Nogovastan. It appears to the people that only through struggle, can Nogovastan truly be free.
”No more traitorous generals! No more jackals!”
The second largest city, Serjitopska, had always been a thorn in the side of the communist administration. It was the birthplace of the nation’s old leader Samuel, and held a large anti-Adrik sentiment throughout his time as Premier. Constantly plagued with protests and riots, Adrik ordered no media coverage of Serjitopska ever be released to the public, in fear that it may inspire others. Along with forbidden media coverage, the city was also home to the largest presence of secret police than any city. This has resulted in the city having Nogovastan’s largest number of disappeared. However, sensing the growing hatred for the communist administration, nationalist militia and paramilitary leaders in the city and surrounding areas see that an opportunity to bring down the illegitimate government has now presented itself. In the late hours of the night, while the HQ of the secret police is least defended, a nationalist group known as the White Falcons began to open fire on the building with weapons stolen from the nearby National Guard armory. After an hour gunfight between the two, the nationalist group stormed the HQ. With little resistance, the HQ had been captured, and its demoralized defenders shot out front. Later, it would be repurposed into a command post for the various nationalist commanders. Capturing the secret police HQ however does not mean an end to the fighting inside Serjitopska. In the suburbs and apartment blocks of the city, nationalist fighters have already engaged in house to house fighting with regular Army forces, and the National Guard. Many nationalists have taken to engaging the enemy in hit and run tactics, establishing sniper positions in key overwatch positions, and using the sewers as a way to move unseen.
In the open outskirts of Serjitopska, nationalist militias have started moving to capture the major airfield. However, it is heavily guarded by communist forces who have managed to repel all previous advances made by the nationalist militias, despite their small garrison. Better planning on part of the nationalists will need to be made. For now though, nationalist forces on the outskirts are tasked with slowing enemy advances into the deeper parts of the city.
<200 miles off the southern coast of Cream sauce, IFN Yulianna, 5th Carrier Strike Group>
A trio of grey helicopter begin spinning their rotors on the flight deck. Each lifts up, and move sideways off the deck, following one by one the most forward craft in a coordinated aerial ballet. Inside each cabin, 12 engineers, surveyors, officers, and a small security detail look out the open-sided door at the water. A huge number of landing craft and escort ships were noted by the pilots, there were more than they had anticipated in the briefing just a few hours before. The water had small white caps, the crew of the second aircraft chatter away on their internal radio estimating a change of 10 to maybe 15 mph winds as they got closer to shore. The passengers were restless, praying for touchdown after what would become an hour-and-a-half ride to the location.
20 miles away from shore, the Pilot of the first craft noted a couple boats in the western bay, long side facing toward them. He turned to his co-pilot, muttering "Defensive posture?"
"Eh, yeah, but not for us, two is on comms with them, I'm listening on their frequency" The Copilot said reassuringly.
A swift sideways nod confirmed the Pilot had heard, and continued on. If those boats, with auto-guns and missiles couldn't handle a couple speed boats, worst case, the combat boats showing up in about 15 minutes could. Border skirmishes with Castannica were low-intensity, no one expected a fight hundreds of miles inland anyway.
"When we get these guys offloaded, raise the Arkrady. Let's get these boxes unloaded quick so we might have some extra time to walk around on shore once the engineers flatten out a spot for us." said the pilot.
"Roger. Hey you see that little cliff over there?"
"Yeah, how far away from the landing zone you think that is?"
The Copilot gave a big heartwarming smile "Maybe a 10 minute walk, looks like a good spot."
Nation for Mutual Security and Dilafayn
The Assault 0545 local time, The mountains surrounding Hill 3234.
The soldiers mulled around the hill going about their daily duties. A few stood along the walls of the outpost with their AKs slung around their backs. The heavy machine guns sat unmanned, their barrels pointing out towards the hostile mountains that surrounded them. No soldier in the outpost was aware of the masses of Mujahideen fighters that were moving to surround the hill. Each mass waited for Colonel Safir to issue the command to take the hill.
“Are you sure you are ready to assault this hill?” Snake asked, peering through his binoculars. “Those soldier posses some pretty substantial weapons”
“Mister Snake, I appreciate your concern for my mens wellbeing. But you must remember, these men wish nothing more than to die for the cause.” Colonel Safir placed his hand on Snake’s shoulder, his eyes remained fixed on the hill. “To die for such a glorious cause, it is a noble death.”
Snake looked at Colonel Safir and then back at the hill. “The sooner we attack the better. We need the sun low on the horizon to blind those soldiers”
“I agree Mister Snake. The time is now.” Colonel Safir raised a small radio to his mouth. “Mujahideen, today will be a day your children will remember! The Sardaki people will tell your story for generations! Mujahideen, let the invaders that sit atop our hill know they must leave! Inshallah!”
Colonel Safir’s radio began to ring out with a chorus of “Allahu Ackbar” and the muffled pops of rifles began to echo around the hills. At the base of the hill an armored pickup began to run towards the outpost. The truck weaved between the trees, a cloud of dust trailing behind it. The soldiers in the hill scrambled to the walls. Soon after they began to take interest in the truck as it moved ever closer. The soldiers shouldered their rifles and began firing at the pickup truck. The rounds pinged off the truck causing it to jink. Unfortunately, none of the rounds were able to pierce the cobbled together layers of steel armor that encased the truck. The truck was now within a few hundred yards. The inevitability of it reaching the walls seemed certain. However, before it could close the distance, a soldier mounted one of the heavy machine guns and began to pelt the truck with 12.7mm rounds. Soon after the truck began to veer to one side and slow still racing toward the outpost. Seconds later only a few dozen yards from the front gate the truck exploded a massive cloud of dust enveloped the gate and the engine shot forward slamming into the large doors forming a massive indentation.
Before the dust could settle the Mujahideen fighters that surrounded the hills began to fire from the trees. Their AKs slamming into the outpost walls. After the shock of the blast the soldiers in the outpost immediately began returning fire down towards the Mujahideen fighters.
The battle had begun. The Mujahideen poured towards the hill, replacing every fighter lost, making only marginal progress. It appeared to Snake that this battle would not be a quick victory for either side.
Nation for Mutual Security, Ionona, and Nogovastan
“Underway, Shift colors. Man the underway watch, on deck, officer section 1, enlisted section 3.”
*A boatswains whistle sounds* “Prepare for word from the commanding officer.”
“Good morning crew this is the captain. As you know we were scheduled to get underway today to conduct exercises with the Air Force this week but that has been canceled. Today we get underway to go to the coast of Sardakistan to provide a no fly zone and support operations inland. We have been chosen by our national level command authority to be the ones representing our nation in this international effort. You are the face of our peacekeeping effort in the region. We will provide a blanket of protection for our soldiers that will be deploying on the ground. Each and every one of you is important in that task. In the days to come we will be running nonstop drills to prepare for the upcoming mission. Starting now, start the problem start the clock.”
Meanwhile in Fort Bradley outside Galveston, Sergeant Jeffries jogs over to his platoon.
“What’s goin on?” Jeffries asks.
“We’re being deployed!” Private Hansen says enthusiastically
“What?!? Where? Why? I thought this was just a drill.”
“LT said it’s real. We have formation in twenty minutes so you might wanna go grab your kit sarg”
Jeffries jogs to the armory to check out his gear. “Sergeant Jeffries, 43rd Light Infantry Brigade, 4th Battalion, Tornado Company, Senior Marksman.” Jeffries says as he holds up his ID to the armorer.
“Here you go Sergeant.” The armorer says as he slides Jeffries’ armor, helmet, rifle, and sidearm through the slot in the cage.
“Why is there a blue band around my helmet?” Jeffries asks.
“Your mission here says you’re going to be peacekeeping. Standard procedure has peacekeepers wear a blue band on their helmet to identify them as such.”
“I will be taking that off as soon as I’m in country.” Jeffries straps on his plate carrier and helmet before heading out to his unit. Jeffries slides into the back of the formation and plops his helmet on before the colonel starts speaking.
“Today we will deploy to a land most of us have never heard of. We go there, not as conquers, but as peacekeepers. Other nations have caused political instability in the area and we are being brought in as a stabilizing force. We will be working alongside the Foledonian Imperial Guard. We’ve never done joint operations with Foledonia and this is an unprecedented opportunity for our unit and our nation. We will be one of the first units in country. The 89th Airborne Brigade is flying out as we speak. Your efforts in this country will go a long way in building relationships between our country and the region at large.” Colonel Ignacio walks off the stage and the unit disperses to finish loading the transport planes.
As seen from the southern coastline of Folish territory on the southern continent...
The three additional divisions sent from Foledonia proper arrived last night and have finished disembarking from their vessels. With their gear offloaded and being sent to the border, the troops make their way to the newly completed defensive positions opposing Nogovastan. The men appear blase in their actions, but it's clear they're professional troops.
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