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Re: A Coalition For Vulkaria - Xiomera - 02-07-2020

Coalition military headquarters, Vulkar

Brigadier General Tlanexchel and Colonel Yolihuani, waiting at the Zamastanian HQ in Vulkar, found themselves with differing emotions. Yolihuani was a bit nervous. This was the first time that Zamastanian and Xiomeran soldiers had ever met while in a battle zone. It was also the first time that the Xiomerans and Zamastanians had found themselves on the same side of a fight. Given the longstanding tensions between the two countries, Yolihuani was not fond of the scenario.

Next to her, Tlanexchel noticed his subordinate's discomfort. He made a subtle hand gesture to her in Xiomeran battle language. Remain in control. Master yourself, was the message. The lifelong Xiomeran warrior felt no emotions whatsoever in this scenario, much like any other scenario. He was a consummate professional, here to complete a mission.

Seeing his composure, the younger Jaguar Warrior next to him quickly got control of her emotions, her face assuming the same impassive mask as that of Tlanexchel. The two of them stood ramrod straight, letting the curious Zamastanians look at them all they wanted while they waited for General Reynolds to admit them.

After a few moments, the Xiomerans were ushered into the General's office. Reynolds stood up to greet them, saluting formally. "General, Colonel. I am General Avery Reynolds of the Zamastanian Armed Forces. I apologize for the formalities, but seeing as this is the first time our forces have met in a non-confrontational manner on the battlefield, I want to proceed in this manner accordingly," Reynolds said.

The Xiomerans returned the salute, as Tlanexchel stepped slightly forward ahead of his subordinate. "This is perfectly understandable, General. My subordinate and I are here to introduce ourselves - formally, as you say - but also to discuss what role Xiomeran forces shall have in assisting this coalition. Proper coordination of our efforts is essential, as I am sure you agree. Further, we have some information for your command which may prove helpful to you."

"We'd be very appreciative of this. Let's see what you have, General...Tlanexchel? Am I saying that right?" Reynolds asked.

"Your pronunciation is excellent, General Reynolds. I am impressed. After we successfully completed the raid on Dire Sulsi's compound, we came into a fair amount of information relevant to the M.L.F's operations. Much of it relates to how the M.L.F. is finding their recruits, and how they're training them. This information may allow the coalition to find a way to stop their recruiting pipeline, or at least slow it down. However, the most useful information we found involves the location of an M.L.F. compound near Godenia that was previously unknown of. This compound stockpiles explosives that the M.L.F. is using to create their suicide bombers and car bombs. If this compound is eliminated, it could do a great deal to hinder their bombing operations." Yolihuani passed a packet of information to General Reynolds.

Reynolds gave the Xiomerans a wry smile. "Part of me feels strange to say this, but well done. I appreciate your force's willingness to take on this mission, I know it must've been strange to get a transmission asking you to undertake this. However, their work saved significant time for our forces and proved to be extremely useful considering our focus on Freeborn at the moment of the raid. I have an additional request for you, if you'll hear me out."

Tlanexchel nodded. "It was a bit strange to receive the request, admittedly, since we were not yet part of this coalition. But now we are part of the coalition, so it is no longer strange. We are here to do whatever we can to assist in this fight, so we are willing to hear any tasks or requests that you may have."

"This compound, it's near Godenia, yes?" Reynolds asked.

Tlanexchel nodded again. "It is. If you intend to ask us to deal with the problem, that is a task we can undertake. We are close to the source of the problem. Additional Xiomeran troops are arriving in Godenia as we speak, so there should be no problem with finding sufficient numbers to keep up the fight on the main front while we address pesky issues such as these compounds."

"You read my mind," Reynolds said approvingly. "And in addition to your forces, you will have authority to call in airstrikes from Zamastanian-piloted jets."

"That is most beneficial. Air support is crucial during these operations. As you are undoubtedly aware, our 1st Fleet has been deployed near Vulkaria in support of my initial deployment of special forces. Now that there are multiple fronts taking place, it would be dangerous to let air support get too stretched. If you are willing to allow it, Xiomeran naval aviators can begin undertaking some air support missions in the Godenia area. They would take their orders from the Coalition, to be sure. But we have an aircraft carrier full of warplanes just sitting there; it seems wasteful when they could be helping," Tlanexchel replied.

Reynolds thought a moment, then shook his head slowly.

"We will likely want to wait a while before bringing in your air superiority, General. With no disrespect, and if I can be blatantly honest with you, we are still extremely on our toes regarding your involvement, as General Chang no doubt told you. This raid that killed Sulsi was a great step in good faith, and the information you provided us is invaluable. I can say that I am beginning to trust you, but I still have my concerns. I will respectfully request, and as Commander of Coalition forces, order, that for this particular mission, you will use Zamastanian jets. Depending on the outcome of this operation, we will give Xiomeran fighters operational reign. If you want to use them, you'll have to finish this mission. Then you'll get permission to use your fighters."

"That is acceptable to us. We have no problem with using Zamastanian air support for the duration of this operation. Our offer is simply meant to lighten the burden on our Coalition partners. But we know that trust takes time to build. I appreciate your speaking plainly - I don't tend to sugarcoat things myself. We're not sure we can trust you either, General. But perhaps fighting a common enemy will fix that with time," Tlanexchel said calmly.

"I believe so. Thank you, General. At ease."

Tlanexchel and Yolihuani relaxed as requested, and after a few moments more of pleasantries, were escorted out of the building.

"So....that went better than I expected," Yolihuani said. The Xiomeran General nodded in response. "It did. But now we have a lot of work to do."

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Re: A Coalition For Vulkaria - Xiomera - 02-28-2020

Battle of Werrina

While the forces of their Coalition partners focused on M.L.F. operations around the city, the Xiomeran forces aiding in the assault decided to take the matter head-on, and aim right at the center of the city.

The Xiomeran forces that launched the assault were a mix of the prepared and the optimistic. The 1st Expeditionary Brigade, made up of a combined force of Jaguar and Eagle Warriors, were the spearhead. Xiomeran special forces were the most experienced and battle-hardened, by far, of the Imperial military. Their experience may have been gained by keeping a boot firmly on the necks of anyone in Xiomera thinking of trying to overthrow the Imperial regime, but counter-insurgency experience was experience no matter how it was gained.

The Jaguar and Eagle Warriors had a reputation of being among the best soldiers anywhere in the IDU, and the M.L.F. would soon discover that this wasn't just a legend. As the 1st Expeditionary Brigade moved into the center of the city, they overwhelmed enemy positions through a combination of skill, technology, and sheer force of will. Through a coordinated assault with drones, artillery, armor and mechanized infantry, the 1st quickly blasted apart enemy positions with relatively minimal casualties. The M.L.F. forces soon learned to recognize the Xiomeran elite soldiers - and to run for their lives, or surrender quickly, when they saw them coming. While doing their utmost to avoid civilian casualties, and accepting surrenders as required under international law, the Jaguar and Eagle Warriors mowed down any M.L.F. fighters who continued to resist their implacable advance with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine - and with a machine's lack of compassion for the terrorists foolish enough to try to stand against them.

The other Xiomeran forces taking part in the assault, on the flanks of the Fighting First, were not quite as overwhelming, at least initially. The 17th Imperial Army Brigade and the newly-created International Legion had been tapped to support the 1st EB in its operation. The Imperial Army was as well-trained and equipped as any peacetime army could be, to the typically exacting Xiomeran standards demanding perfection and punishing failure. But a peacetime army, that hasn't seen combat in decades, is much like an untested blade. The fight in Werrina would decide whether the 17th Brigade would remain whole for the long fight to come, or would shatter.

The International Legion was an even more untested quality. Composed of a collection of soldiers from around the IDU who had sworn to serve the Empire in exchange for Xiomeran citizenship and the high pay and benefits that Xiomeran soldiers were accustomed to, the Legion had no tradition to fall back on, and no experience to draw from. What it did have was training, and leadership, from the same Jaguar and Eagle Warriors who were taking the fight to the terrorists in the center of the Xiomeran assault.

As the Xiomerans advanced towards the center of Werrina, the 17th and the International Legion would take much harder hits - and far higher casualties - than the 1st, mainly from lack of experience. But Xiomerans are quick learners, and at the end of the day, the 17th and the Legion would not let the Four Star Flag, or the Empire it represented, down. They absorbed the best hits the M.L.F. could dish out, and then began to rebound and deliver punishing blows of their own. The Xiomerans advanced, like a slow but unstoppable wave, into the center of Werrina.

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Compound near Godenia

While the main operation was taking place in Werrina, the Xiomerans would allow that to distract the M.L.F. from their plans in another location: the compound they had discovered in the raid to eliminate Dire Sulsi.

Intelligence had indicated that the Xiomerans could expect a much tougher fight than the one during the Sulsi raid. The compound being used by the M.L.F. to stockpile explosives and make bombs was much larger than Sulsi's compound. It was also much better defended. The Xiomerans were expecting up to 50 armed M.L.F. terrorists defending the site, along with two anti-air defense systems capable of launching up to eight surface-to-air missiles. There were also believed to be up to 40 workers at the compound who were not armed combatants; the Xiomerans would need to take them into account and try to avoid casualties.

This had led to no small debate at the Xiomeran headquarters at FOB Moyolehuani. Some of the Xiomeran commanders had argued that they should just go into the compound and eliminate everyone, armed or not. Someone making bombs for terrorists to kill innocent people was as bad as a terrorist with a gun, they reasoned. Both were responsible for killing innocent people; some of the Xiomeran commanders even referred to the bomb-makers as "so-called noncombatants".

Brigadier General Tlanexchel had put a stop to such discussions with a blunt reminder: the Xiomerans were acting as part of an international coalition, and were bound by international law. If someone wasn't actively shooting at you, you couldn't just put a hole in their head. Admiral Techilō, who was in charge of the Xiomeran operation in Vulkaria as a whole, had backed the General up with her own blunt statement: any Xiomeran soldier who violated international law, or rules of combat, during the Vulkaria operation would be court-martialed and imprisoned - or executed, if their crime was severe enough.

With that warning from the Admiral fresh in their minds, the 150 soldiers of Xicu Company of the 1st EB mobilized and prepared for action. The battle plan was simple in strategy, but challenging in execution. Two squads of 15 men apiece would be assigned the critical task of eliminating the anti-air defenses of the compound without being detected, so that Zamastanian air support could be engaged as the attack commenced. After that was done, the remaining 120 Jaguar and Eagle Warriors of the company would move in, with air support as cover, to enter the base. Their orders were to capture any combatants who surrendered, eliminate any who resisted, secure the non-combatant workers with minimal casualties, and destroy the stockpile of explosives and any bombs on site.

As the fighting in Werrina raged, the Xiomerans advanced towards the site near Godenia. Stopping just before a rise near the compound, remaining hidden from view, the commander of the company, Captain Lelhuit, ordered the two squads assigned to take out the air defenses to move in. Stealthy drones provided critical visual surveillance as the squads advanced on foot, using the landscape to remain hidden until they were within striking range of the anti-air sites. When the Captain gave the code word to attack, the two squads moved in. At the first anti-air site, the surprise was total, and the Xiomerans silently dispatched the M.L.F. fighters with their daggers as soon as the enemy raised their rifles. At the second anti-air site, the surprise was not as total. A M.L.F. fighter saw the Xiomerans advancing at the last moment, raising his rifle and firing in an undisciplined manner at the Jaguar Warriors. One of them was hit in the stomach, but shrugged off the wound, taking a black dagger out of his belt and downing the M.L.F. fighter with a well-placed throw aimed at the man's throat. As the terrorist fell, silenced, the other Xiomerans made short work of the other M.L.F. fighters; with surprise no longer needed, they switched from daggers to their XM-11D Tlihuatl assault rifles with effortless ease.

"Sites secured, sir. You can begin the advance," the squad leader radioed back to Captain Lelhuit. The Captain smiled, his face turning quite menacing. This was what the Jaguar Warriors lived for.

The Atlpan infantry fighting vehicles that had been waiting just below the rise began moving forward, quickly closing the ground to the compound. The standard Xiomeran personnel carrier, the Atlpan could be armed with a variety of weapons: heavy machine guns, autocannons, chain guns, automatic grenade launchers, or guided missiles. The APCs of Xicu Company had a mix of all of those, and began utilizing them to great effect as they blasted through the gates of the compound and stormed inside. Under the covering fire of the IFVs, the Jaguar Warriors began exiting their transports and advancing through the compound. M.L.F. terrorists began opening fire as they advanced, and were eliminated almost as quickly as they rose, in a gruesome game of whack-a-mole. Overhead, Zamastanian air support soon arrived, landing timely missile strikes with precision on troublesome targets, guided by Xiomeran spotters on the ground.

While the M.L.F. terrorists would put up a surprisingly tough fight, in the end, it was a futile effort on their part. In the final count, 42 of the 50 M.L.F. fighters were eliminated, with eight choosing to surrender to the Xiomerans. 38 of the 40 non-combatant workers were also captured, with two falling victim to unintentional fire. One Jaguar Warrior - the one who was shot at the anti-air site during the initial attack - fell in combat, with five of his comrades wounded, two seriously enough to require evacuation back to FOB Moyolehuani and the field hospital there. Overall, the Xiomerans felt they had done well.

As the captured terrorists and workers were placed onto trucks to be hauled back to the Xiomeran camp for detention, Captain Lelhuit decided to make one last grand gesture. Xiomeran demolitions specialists, after making sure no one was left in the compound, and no one nearby could be harmed, took all the explosives and bombs in the compound and set them up to blow.

As the Xiomerans and their prisoners watched from a safe distance, the compound went up in a series of rumbling explosions, smoke and fire leveling the terrorist site. If the M.L.F. hadn't yet realized the Xiomerans had arrived to take them on, the earth-shaking destruction of their main bomb-making compound would ensure they got the message.

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Re: A Coalition For Vulkaria - Zamastan - 03-01-2020

Red Hawk Is Down
March 1st, 2020

Monza, Northwest Vulkaria

The group of special operations forces worked their way up the darkened street. The high-walled concreted barriers of the residential zones, all these homes which would be considered mansions in most countries, had been virtually untouched by the Coalition aerial bombardment. Intelligence had kept them up to date, and only two hours ago, the team had been approved by President Sakzi himself to take the mission. The President was watching the mission through one of the commando's helmet cameras. The code-name of the mission target was "Red Hawk". The team had been helicoptered to this section of the city - a high-end neighborhood home to large, compounded houses of the wealthy elite of Vulkaria. However, since 2017, the elite had either fled or been killed, and the houses were mostly abandoned.

Scrap one in particular.

The streetlights were off, and the moon was blocked by clouds. Darkness shrouded the troop's approach, and they faced no interference or retaliation walking up the street, rifles aimed up at all times scanning the many areas to hide.

They wondered why their target never left Monza even as the Zamastanians advanced on the city. Intel said that the target might have been nervous about running the surrounding forces. The other option of fleeing out to sea would have been suicide with the Coalition blockade. In any regard, the target was absolutely inside that house.

A massive gate with gold plating surrounding a circled insignia down the middle was the sign that they had reached their spot. The house itself, visible from the gate, was a three storied, modern styled house with surface to ceiling windows and smooth marbled walls. It sat on a 30 meter cliff above the waves of the Bay of Kas. This had been the home of a multi-millionaire oil tycoon, who had been left behind in Monza when the M.L.F. stormed the city in 2017. The entrepreneur had been killed publicly as a "capitalist dog" years ago. The house was dark, like the street. No lights at all, they were on shutdown. But despite the darkness, the team lead spotted movement - a man with a weapon in hand was laying down at the front door, slumped with apparent exhaustion and trying to stay awake. With a quick visual scan and no additional tangos to spot, the team lead emptied a silenced shot into the guard's head from fifty feet away.

The soldiers hoisted themselves over the barricade walls, entering the mansion's yard silently and without word, using hand motion to indicate patterns. One wrong noise, and the entire operation could go bust. Too much was riding on this.

Approaching the dead guard, his blood spilling over the smooth table-slabbed stone of the front step, the commandos searched his body for the key-card to the front door. Sliding the plastic identification card through the reader, a green light replaced the red one on the door's security system, and the glass door was quietly propped open. Moments later, and the troops entered.

The interior of the house was immense. The ceiling rose two levels, with a slatted metal stair case lining the floor-to-ceiling windows that marked the back of the house and provided a wide look of the Bay of Kas. A large art installation that looked like squid tentacles made of fused colored metal rose from the middle of a living room, with a marbled fireplace, bear rug, and cherry wood floor. The night vision goggles did not take away from the dramatic nature of the realization that the target had been holed up here for at least a year.

The team worked upstairs. A guard, sleeping on a sofa at the rise of the stairs, was dispatched quickly and quietly with three silenced rifle shots to the chest at close range. The commandos were expertly maneuvering without so much as a muffled footstep. However, another guard, who stood in the silence at the end of a hallway, appeared to hear the small squeeze of the silencer's dispensing of bullets, and began walking towards the commandos. A hand signal from the lead commando, and another squeeze of the trigger dropped the commando in the hallway. Despite the quick shot, the guard crumpled to the ground with an audible thud, resulting in another guard somewhere in a room branched off the same hallway to gently call out.

"Samson?" The guard peered his head around the corner of the doorway, and the commandos squeezed the trigger again, dropping him in the place he stood. Unknown to the commandos, there was another guard in that room.

"They're in the house!" a loud scream came from the room, as the commandos reacted quickly and ran to the door, emptying their magazines into the room. The guard who shouted dropped back into his desk seat, blood splattering computer monitors behind him. Suddenly, blasts of rifle fire erupted in the hallway as two more figures reacted to the warning of their comrade. A commando took a hit to his leg, shouting out in pain as his teammates fired back quickly. A commando tended to his wounded fighter as three others rushed forward, covering the injured soldier and killing the attacking guards.

The guards had emerged from the last room in the hallway - the master bedroom according to blueprints gathered by intelligence. The three commandos took point, and threw a flash grenade into the room. As soon as the bang of white went off and the pained ringing hit their ears, the commandos jumped into the room, seeing a figure raising their arm with a pistol in hand, and unloading their weapons into their body. The figure jerked violently as the bullets ripped through his chest and head, and he threw back into the large sprawled bed, blood quickly soaking the white sheets into a crimson gush.

Seconds later, the flashlights came on. The picture was taken. The files were held to the dead man's face for comparison. Moments later, a voice came across the commando's intercom from intelligence personnel watching through the live video feed of the helmet camera. It was confirmed. They got the target.

"Red Hawk is down," the group lead said, removing his helmet and panting in relief, wiping his brow of sweat. He sighed a deep, crying breath. "I repeat, Red Hawk is down."

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President Foley Sakzi's war room lit up with eruptions of cheering and clapping. Generals stood and shook hands. Secretary of Defense Curtis Fondaden and Secretary of State Avi Tremblan hugged. Foley himself leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes, looking towards the ceiling light, and smiling, tears welling up. The nightmares would end.

Van'a Kamoni was dead.

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Re: A Coalition For Vulkaria - Democratic Republic Of Eiria - 03-06-2020

Outside Masenma, Vulkaria
January 19th, 2020, 8:48 PM

Squad Commander Mathias Vetry sat in the troop transport, basking in the silence of his Squad. It seems it was always like this before a battle. There was an air of anticipation, not quite nervous, but resolute. Vetry had already seen action before Vulkaria, having fought in a guerilla squad in the Eirian Civil War. He joined with bravado, expecting gallant fame and glory. He soon realized the truth. His squad was hit with an ambush, and half of his guerilla squad died brutally. He still fought to the end, though, and joined after the war, to protect that freedom his friends died to save. He was assigned to squad NR-126, stationed outside New Riga, where he help introduce his squad to the military lifestyle.

The rest of his squad either had their eyes closed or were fidgeting with their packs mindlessly. Vetry’s Lieutenant commander, Iris Mera, sat beside him, fidgeting with her pack. She was very perceptive, seeing what none of them saw and saving them on more than one occasion. Next to her was Emily Talenras-Sentrag, the Tervalì sharpshooter, and Paul Jameson, the army Medic assigned to them. Privates David, Lira, Alex, Cameron, Colin, and Blake sat across from them, empty guns in their laps. The truck shook as they traversed off-road to Masenma, as a helicopter flew overhead. Those who got to take the helicopters are so lucky. They have less chance to get whiplash. He thought, as the truck halted and the back doors were opened by a private. “Voūs Avet Airavet!” The private stated to Vetry in Eirian. You Have arrived. “Merceds, Private. Direct me to your CO”.

As soon as he said that, a man with Two and a half Four-sided stars on his uniform walked up to the Squad. All of them jumped into saluted, which the man dismissed with a nod. “Assigned battalion?”. The Colonel asked. Vetry answered quickly. “Theta Battalion, sir". The Colonel pointed to a hill about two hundred feet away. "You will charge from that hill. Your group is charged with destroying the guard station on the outskirts of the city". He brought out a package of grenades. "Give these to those with the best aim, and light up the camp when you get the signal, which is the runner carrying a red flag. After the camp, advance as far as you can into the city".

Very nodded, saluting again. "Yes sir. Thank you sir". He led his squad to the hill, where they crouched in the shrubbery. The insurgent station was dead ahead, a group of guards with rifled were scanning the area with binoculars. Very waited and waited, silently counting the seconds, until he saw the red flag wave from behind the hill. He gestured to his squad.

Lira, Cameron, and Colin took the pin out of the grenades and threw them, destroying the guard station and killing all but a couple of guards. The remaining guards were quickly taken out by Vetry and Emily, and the group advanced, using buildings as cover as a couple of other squads joined them. A group of insurgents had heard the explosion and were firing at the group from behind a delivery vehicle. "Aim at the vehicle! If you hit the gas tank, we can get it to explode!". Vetry shouted in Eirian, and a few shots later, the van erupted in a ball of flame, killing the MLF fighters as the Eirians dove for cover from the flying metal. They quickly moved around the flaming wreckage, clearing a few blocks and securing building after building, being careful of civilians.

A few blocks later, the squad exited an apartment building after clearing the resistance stationed there. Vetry was feeling good about this Battle. Only one of his squad members had been injured(Alex), and he was back at the field hospital. They scouted the street, and were moving to the next block, when Iris dove into Vetry, shouting "Get Down!". A few shots rang out, one hitting right where Vetry was standing, and another hitting Cameron in the head, killing him instantly. Iris, Emily, and Vetry were firing at the roof where the shot came from, and managed to hit the shooter. The squad looked at the body of their fallen comrade, and Vetry felt a surge of remorse. Not Now. We will grieve later. We must fight. He thought, trying to ignore the growing numbness of grief.

For the rest of the fight, the squad fought ruthlessly, channeling their emotion into fighting, for Cameron. Lira was grazed by a stray bullet in the leg, but was patched up by the Medic and continued to fight, wincing occasionally. When they were finally relieved of duty, the ride back was silent, and most of them had their head in their hands. Cameron's death served as a grim reminder that war is hell. He was one of the seventy-nine Eirian soldiers that died in Masenma when the Battle was won. It left Vetry to wonder: was it worth the cost?

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