06-13-2018, 03:14 AM
The Skodenian Prime Minister stood on the podium in a crowded room, the skodenian flag to his right and coat of arms to his left. It was the first time the Lauchenoiria crisis had been publicly adressed in Skoden. He cleared his throat to speak.
"My fellow Skodesmen. I'm sure you have all been waiting eagerly for our response for the ongoing situation in Lauchenoiria. The defence committee has been discussing this highly complex issue since it developped. We are proud to announce that the Skodenian third and fourth airborne divisions have already mobilised for immediate military intervention against the illigitimately-empowered radical anti-Skodenian governing body. We would like to note that, as an illigitimately-elected government, Lauchenoiria is no longer considered a legitimate nation by the Republic of Skoden, but rather a militant state, and we will respond as such. Our top priorities will be evacuating Skodesmen within the state, both incarcerated and free, utilising military means if necesary, and placing power of the nation back into legitimate hands. We call upon other nations, as well as loyalists within Lauchenoiria, to provide us aid in this unstable sitiation, and to prevoiusly mentioned loyalists, I have this to say: Skoden stands with you. We will not waver until this battle is won. And to the newly-empwered government, hear this: you have experienced far from Skodenian fury. In less than two hours, two divisions of the best military force in the world will arrive in your country. More will follow. If you do not step down, the order will be given to advance on your military installations, your government institutions, and your borders, and unleash hell upon them. I suggest you make a wise decision."
The prime minister walks down from the podium, and is swarmed by media as cameras flash. Skodenian secret service shove them away as he exits without a word.
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It's half an hour past midnight, Lauchenoirian Time (LCT). A fleet of dozens of Klotmastare cargo planes cruise near the eastern border of Lauchenoiria, each full of a full company of Airborne soldiers.
"Thirty! seconds!... Check! gear!"
Yelled the company leader above the loud roar of the propellors. The soldiers all shuffled a moment as they checked their gear, consisting of Battle belts, Holsters, Plate carrier vests, Steerable parachutes, Backpacks on their chest, OpsCore helmets, and assault rifles.
The company leader would speak again. "We're gona HALO into the DZ! Clear the area for Third Division to bring in the rest of the troops and supplies at Oh Three-Hundred! We shouldn't encounter much resistance, but if you do, DO NOT, repeat, DO NOT fire unless fired upon! Rules of engagement still apply! We'll push further into Lauchenoiria tomorrow morning! Stay on Comms, frequency Zulu-Foxtrot!"... he'd pause for a moment.
The red light near the door turned green
"GO! GO! GO!"
One by one the soldiers leapt out the door above the Lauchenoirian wilderness, as a full-sized attack force followed.
"My fellow Skodesmen. I'm sure you have all been waiting eagerly for our response for the ongoing situation in Lauchenoiria. The defence committee has been discussing this highly complex issue since it developped. We are proud to announce that the Skodenian third and fourth airborne divisions have already mobilised for immediate military intervention against the illigitimately-empowered radical anti-Skodenian governing body. We would like to note that, as an illigitimately-elected government, Lauchenoiria is no longer considered a legitimate nation by the Republic of Skoden, but rather a militant state, and we will respond as such. Our top priorities will be evacuating Skodesmen within the state, both incarcerated and free, utilising military means if necesary, and placing power of the nation back into legitimate hands. We call upon other nations, as well as loyalists within Lauchenoiria, to provide us aid in this unstable sitiation, and to prevoiusly mentioned loyalists, I have this to say: Skoden stands with you. We will not waver until this battle is won. And to the newly-empwered government, hear this: you have experienced far from Skodenian fury. In less than two hours, two divisions of the best military force in the world will arrive in your country. More will follow. If you do not step down, the order will be given to advance on your military installations, your government institutions, and your borders, and unleash hell upon them. I suggest you make a wise decision."
The prime minister walks down from the podium, and is swarmed by media as cameras flash. Skodenian secret service shove them away as he exits without a word.
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It's half an hour past midnight, Lauchenoirian Time (LCT). A fleet of dozens of Klotmastare cargo planes cruise near the eastern border of Lauchenoiria, each full of a full company of Airborne soldiers.
"Thirty! seconds!... Check! gear!"
Yelled the company leader above the loud roar of the propellors. The soldiers all shuffled a moment as they checked their gear, consisting of Battle belts, Holsters, Plate carrier vests, Steerable parachutes, Backpacks on their chest, OpsCore helmets, and assault rifles.
The company leader would speak again. "We're gona HALO into the DZ! Clear the area for Third Division to bring in the rest of the troops and supplies at Oh Three-Hundred! We shouldn't encounter much resistance, but if you do, DO NOT, repeat, DO NOT fire unless fired upon! Rules of engagement still apply! We'll push further into Lauchenoiria tomorrow morning! Stay on Comms, frequency Zulu-Foxtrot!"... he'd pause for a moment.
The red light near the door turned green
"GO! GO! GO!"
One by one the soldiers leapt out the door above the Lauchenoirian wilderness, as a full-sized attack force followed.
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