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Roxium wrote:

The moment the flood of high-energy particles struck the Roxium ships, a strange blueish hexagonal pattern appears around them. The scan seems to have prompted the ships to raise their energy shields. This prompts the Roxium Federation to begin diverting civilian spacecraft away from the area and a shutdown of the side of the north pole warp gate facing Rathoria. The orbital defense platforms around the north pole warp gate that are closest to Rathoria go on high alert. At the same time, another Roxium fleet arrives.
The scan detects some rather... exotic, almost magic energies in some of the ships, mainly arcane. On the ground a Roxium "civilian" shuttle of sorts arrives and hovers about 200 meters above one of Monsone's probe. Plastered on the side of the shuttle is the logo of a news broadcaster, meaning Rathoria is now on Roxium television. Elsewhere, a small military cargo shuttle touches down on the improvised shuttle pad next to the tent.
Cloaking tech in the Roxium Federation is not very widespread due to being prohibitively expensive and very power hungry. The cloaking of ships, while possible, is generally only feasible for small crafts such as starfighters, gunships, and dropships, as the power required for cloaking tends to increase very quickly with scale. Shuttles tend to only get cloaking tech if they're being used for stealth operations like hot-dropping supplies behind enemy lines. This is not a stealth mission, it's a general supply drop for a tiny temporary outpost, and said outpost was brought to its current location by a shuttle a few hours ago.

Intrigued by the result, the Rathorian vessel scans the fleet again, but this time using a more passive ultraviolet system*. The Roxium news shuttle catches exclusive footage of several land vehicles roaming around near the cruiser and the beginnings of several building are being put up. Suddenly a small craft flies by the shuttle and does a few passes before determining that there is no threat and leaves, but not before transmitting a short message. "Good afternoon. We hope you are having a fine day, and you are permitted to stay here for the next 24 hours. However, please make no attempt to approach the Dawn or you will be targeted." At the same time, several larger craft begin patrolling a perimeter with a radius of 7 miles around the crash site. As the squadron approaches the Roxium outpost, two of the craft break off and begin circling over the tent and cargo shuttle. A slightly different message is transmitted, this one stating that the outpost will be tolerated as a sort of embassy, but with the same warning about keeping their distance.

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*Tech lore time! Rathorian warships generally use 4 different types of scans: "battle" scans, ultraviolet scans, quantum scans, and stealth scans. Quantum scans use high-energy particles to determine the basic composition, location, size, and structure of objects. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the charged particles, quantum scans can sometimes ionize materials/systems on unshielded targets. Ultraviolet scans utilize a variety of light rays in the ultraviolet spectrum to get high quality readings of energy fields, and are sometimes used to determine the number of lifeforms aboard a vessel (the latter only against unshielded targets). Stealth scans are used when a ship needs to remain hidden and are extremely passive and hard to detect. No further information is available at the moment. Finally, so-called battle scans are used in conflicts when there is no desire to spare the target from harm. These scans emit piercing rays of gamma radiation and iridium ions to get tactical information about enemies. Against unshielded objects, battle scans can deal serious damage to electrical and biological systems.

The Arctic Circle

Fifteen C-17 Globemaster III heavy transport aircraft swooped over the cold, snowy Arctic terrain. The crash sight was about two kilometers away, and the planes where ready to land. The pilots of the aircraft where well trained in winter operations thanks to training in Alaska in the middle of winter in white-out conditions. Slowly but surely the planes slowed down, and then proceeded to land on the snow terrain. The engines went into reverse thrust as the planes ground to a halt in a mere 1,000 meters. As the planes taxied into a neat row, their engines spooled down, and the unloading sequence began.

Prefabricated housing units where unloaded along with several special Arctic vehicles, about 150 SIM officials, and hundreds of assorted weapons and ammunition. The setting up of camp began promptly as the prefabricated buildings where moved into position by converted M47 Patton tank chassis which where rebuilt for Arctic operations. Meanwhile, the other vehicles and supplies where removed from the airplanes which where getting ready for a return flight to Monsone. In less than an hour's time, the prefabricated buildings had been set up, all the supplies had been unloaded, and the camp was ready for habitation.

Powering this camp were three mobile Thornium reactors originally designed for use in deep space. And several spotlights lit up the camp that now also boasted a flagpole with the Monsonian flag flying proudly from it. Althought the initial deployment had been of 150 SIM officials, it was expected that tomorrow would bring further 300 along with additional equipment, more prefabricated buildings, and other equipment needed for the mission. So at the moment the current forces where merely staking Monsone's claim to the land.

Defending the base where several MANPADS systems and two MIM-23 Hawk SAM launchers along with the necessary radars and equipment. Unfortunately for the base defenders, it was soon to be night, and the sun was setting quickly. The airplanes would be back in about four hours with more reinforcements. So for the time being, the 150 SIM officials would have to spend a night in freezing conditions waiting for more reinforcements to arrive. Little did they know more where on their way.

A modified Boeing 2707-300 was quickly approaching the camp. The plane was specially modified to drop in SIM agents from 22,860 meters up while traveling at Mach 2.5. Specifically the aircraft was carrying 50 SIM agents with weapons and supplies in a large tube inside a bomb-bay like area built into the airplane. The tube was released and it quickly dropped to the ground. It's fall was slower down by parachutes which first slowed down the tubes horizontal velocity and then slowed down it's vertical velocity. And fifteen minutes after having been dropped, the SIM agents in the tube found themselves a few meters away from the Monsonian camp, and surrounded by a few Monsonian guards who greeted them warmly.

At daybreak tomorrow the first expedition to the crash sight would begin. Meanwhile, the probes at the crash sight continued to monitor the area and look for disturbances. It all seemed to be going according to plan.

Secret Government Facility in [REDACTED]

"This is your plan?" Asked an Air Force General.

"Exactly." Replied a man in dark sunglasses and black suit.

"You know the president will never allow this. It goes against his recent speech." The general warned.

"I know. But we need a technical edge in military warfare and civilian commerce. We have the capabilities to do so. The funds, the shell companies, etc. All we need is presidential and parliamentary approval." Explained the man in dark sunglasses and black suit.

"Look, the high command won't go for it. This is an extremely expensive proposal." The general stated.

"My people suffered when you mothballed the risen fleet. You will rebuild our space capabilities, and link us to our homeland. Whether you like it or not." The man in sunglasses said threateningly.

"I'll see what I can do." The general responded as he walked away.

"You better. Or I will come for you, and you will regret everything." Replied the man in sunglasses as he pulled out a hip flast and took a sip of whatever was inside (hint: it wasn't alcohol).

"Do you think he will accept?" Asked a figure who emerged from the shadows.

"He better." Replied the man in sunglasses.

"Well done colonel." She (the shadowy figure) said with a smile.

"It was an honor, Admiral." Replied the man in sunglasses.

Aerlanica I'm really busy at the moment if you need Lawithonian support at any point just assume high command sent the forces

Tyramon wrote:

The soldiers gobble the food and water down with incredible speed and are shocked by how good it all tastes. The looks on their faces are those of people experiencing pure ecstasy.

As Tyramon is not a very technologically advanced nation, the engineers that reverse engineer the troop truck (the least battered of the convoy) might be disappointed to find very little to help them advance their own technology.

Several Tyramonian scout planes appear on radar. These are 2-person planes with lots of kinda good cameras that can travel far at relatively high altitudes. One approaches the Aerlanica border, not too far from border checkpoint 4...

A patrol of three E-12 Vipers detected the scout plane and ascended as far as they could. However, the E-12 Vipers were unable to reach that height, unlike their soon to be successor aircraft, the X-44. Instead, they contacted a HALRSAM (High Altitude Long Range Surface-to-Air Missile) network atop three nearby mountains and informed them of the coordinates of the plane. They also instructed the batteries to prepare to lock onto the planes and draw the countermeasures*. The leader of the patrol, a one Staff Sergeant Lucas, contacted the spy planes. Unsure of whether or not he was able to contact them.
"The Aerlanican airspace is closed down due to the state of emergency,” Lucas said over the radio, “turn back now or you will be shot down, this is your only warning, you have thirty seconds to reply or change your course.”
The wing commander looked up at the spy plane, awaiting their response.

One Waste-Ranger, far away from the three watching the road, has noticed the spy plane. Knowing what it is, he waits to see what will happen, more than willing (and capable) to hunt down the pilot if he survives.

Arctic Circle.

The Lawithonian V-TOL, carrying the forward scouting and research party landed at its designated location ten kilometres outside of the crater while the spaceship fleet moved into position to secure aerial superiority. (Operation Frozen Intrigue forces have not yet noticed, or been noticed by, the Monsone party.)

The party then splits into two; one party goes about setting up a secure base camp (although significantly less militarised or defended as the Monsone’s) while also flying the flags of all four signatory nations of the September Agreement. The second party, accompanied by four Klosterseean APC’s, outfitted for the cold and harsh environment, begin to move towards the impact site, carrying the scientists, two Waste-Rangers, most the Aerlanicans and the Aerlanican Frost Wolf. Strict orders are made to "investigate first, shoot later."

Aerlanica wrote:

A patrol of three E-12 Vipers detected the scout plane and ascended as far as they could. However, the E-12 Vipers were unable to reach that height, unlike their soon to be successor aircraft, the X-44. Instead, they contacted a HALRSAM (High Altitude Long Range Surface-to-Air Missile) network atop three nearby mountains and informed them of the coordinates of the plane. They also instructed the batteries to prepare to lock onto the planes and draw the countermeasures*. The leader of the patrol, a one Staff Sergeant Lucas, contacted the spy planes. Unsure of whether or not he was able to contact them.
"The Aerlanican airspace is closed down due to the state of emergency,” Lucas said over the radio, “turn back now or you will be shot down, this is your only warning, you have thirty seconds to reply or change your course.”
The wing commander looked up at the spy plane, awaiting their response.

One Waste-Ranger, far away from the three watching the road, has noticed the spy plane. Knowing what it is, he waits to see what will happen, more than willing (and capable) to hunt down the pilot if he survives.

Arctic Circle.

The Lawithonian V-TOL, carrying the forward scouting and research party landed at its designated location ten kilometres outside of the crater while the spaceship fleet moved into position to secure aerial superiority. (Operation Frozen Intrigue forces have not yet noticed, or been noticed by, the Monsone party.)

The party then splits into two; one party goes about setting up a secure base camp (although significantly less militarised or defended as the Monsone’s) while also flying the flags of all four signatory nations of the September Agreement. The second party, accompanied by four Klosterseean APC’s, outfitted for the cold and harsh environment, begin to move towards the impact site, carrying the scientists, two Waste-Rangers, most the Aerlanicans and the Aerlanican Frost Wolf. Strict orders are made to "investigate first, shoot later."

The plane does, in fact, respond. "We will respect your borders. We are currently searching for some dangerous terrorists that stole some military vehicles. If they do come your way, please let us know. Do not listen to any of their lies; they will try to persuade you of their good intentions, but remember that they are raging power-hungry violent terrorists that have caused significant death in Tyramon. Thank you for your cooperation."

The scout plane then turns and begins flying parallel to the border, staying about 1 mile away from the border.

Aerlanica wrote:

Northern Revolyutsiya.

Operation Frozen Intrigue is given the go ahead: The Twenty Second Infantry Division of the Revolyutsiyan army secured a beachhead on the northern arctic land, beginning the operation of rapidly building a harbour to ferry troops and supplies. The Lawithonian fleet began moving into position securing air superiority over the region, and the Aerlanican Team, along with some volunteers from Lawithon and Revolyutsiya began to land five kilometres away from the impact to figure out what exactly landed on their planet. The second infantry division of the Aerlanican army is put on stand by, Aerlanican planes begin patrolling the skies and numerous anti-aircraft batteries, dormant since the end of the civil war, are activated once again.

Monsone wrote:

The Arctic Circle

Fifteen C-17 Globemaster III heavy transport aircraft swooped over the cold, snowy Arctic terrain. The crash sight was about two kilometers away, and the planes where ready to land. The pilots of the aircraft where well trained in winter operations thanks to training in Alaska in the middle of winter in white-out conditions. Slowly but surely the planes slowed down, and then proceeded to land on the snow terrain. The engines went into reverse thrust as the planes ground to a halt in a mere 1,000 meters. As the planes taxied into a neat row, their engines spooled down, and the unloading sequence began.

Prefabricated housing units where unloaded along with several special Arctic vehicles, about 150 SIM officials, and hundreds of assorted weapons and ammunition. The setting up of camp began promptly as the prefabricated buildings where moved into position by converted M47 Patton tank chassis which where rebuilt for Arctic operations. Meanwhile, the other vehicles and supplies where removed from the airplanes which where getting ready for a return flight to Monsone. In less than an hour's time, the prefabricated buildings had been set up, all the supplies had been unloaded, and the camp was ready for habitation.

Powering this camp were three mobile Thornium reactors originally designed for use in deep space. And several spotlights lit up the camp that now also boasted a flagpole with the Monsonian flag flying proudly from it. Althought the initial deployment had been of 150 SIM officials, it was expected that tomorrow would bring further 300 along with additional equipment, more prefabricated buildings, and other equipment needed for the mission. So at the moment the current forces where merely staking Monsone's claim to the land.

Defending the base where several MANPADS systems and two MIM-23 Hawk SAM launchers along with the necessary radars and equipment. Unfortunately for the base defenders, it was soon to be night, and the sun was setting quickly. The airplanes would be back in about four hours with more reinforcements. So for the time being, the 150 SIM officials would have to spend a night in freezing conditions waiting for more reinforcements to arrive. Little did they know more where on their way.

A modified Boeing 2707-300 was quickly approaching the camp. The plane was specially modified to drop in SIM agents from 22,860 meters up while traveling at Mach 2.5. Specifically the aircraft was carrying 50 SIM agents with weapons and supplies in a large tube inside a bomb-bay like area built into the airplane. The tube was released and it quickly dropped to the ground. It's fall was slower down by parachutes which first slowed down the tubes horizontal velocity and then slowed down it's vertical velocity. And fifteen minutes after having been dropped, the SIM agents in the tube found themselves a few meters away from the Monsonian camp, and surrounded by a few Monsonian guards who greeted them warmly.

At daybreak tomorrow the first expedition to the crash sight would begin. Meanwhile, the probes at the crash sight continued to monitor the area and look for disturbances. It all seemed to be going according to plan.

Aerlanica wrote:

Arctic Circle.

The Lawithonian V-TOL, carrying the forward scouting and research party landed at its designated location ten kilometres outside of the crater while the spaceship fleet moved into position to secure aerial superiority. (Operation Frozen Intrigue forces have not yet noticed, or been noticed by, the Monsone party.)

The party then splits into two; one party goes about setting up a secure base camp (although significantly less militarised or defended as the Monsone’s) while also flying the flags of all four signatory nations of the September Agreement. The second party, accompanied by four Klosterseean APC’s, outfitted for the cold and harsh environment, begin to move towards the impact site, carrying the scientists, two Waste-Rangers, most the Aerlanicans and the Aerlanican Frost Wolf. Strict orders are made to "investigate first, shoot later."

The bridge of the crashed Transient Dawn

A lone officer sits at the communications panel, filtering reports from scouts and monitoring radio traffic. He leans back in his chair and patches through yet another report, wishing he was down in the recreation room instead of holding the watch. Suddenly, he sits bold upright and stammers for the scout to repeat his message. His request granted, the young lieutenant scrambles to his feet, dashes across the room to the command panel, and plants his fist on a large, red button. Approximately 3 and a half minute later, the Monsonian probes and Roxium fleets detect rising power levels in the ship as weapon emplacements go hot and nearly a hundred craft (identified by Monsone as Rathorian fighters and bombers) rise off the ground.

The Lawithonian fleet

All vessels in the fleet receive the same message: "Attention unidentified assault craft. State your allegiance, purpose, and alter your course to follow this heading {some heading that directs the fleet around the recently established Rathorian perimeter} or you will be fired upon. You have 5 minutes to comply." Target locks immediately follow, and two dozen aerial targets are detected closing fast.

The base camp of the Aerlanican led forces

A squadron of 5 mid-sized craft tear past overhead as a message comes in, asking the Aerlanican party to identify themselves and their reason for intruding, along with a beeping indicating a target lock on the V-TOL. Several more flights of vehicles are spotted in the distance. The second party comprised of only infantry is ignored for the time being.

Monsonian military camp

The first indication that something is wrong occurs when 4 of the probes go offline due to targeted electromagnetic interference. As they are trying to figure out what has happened, another gets taken down, but this time by a hunter-killer unit that has been commissioned to find any spyware in the area. Several minutes later, radar detects two Rathorian bombers approaching, and the commanding officer receives the same message as the Aerlanican party.

Back in the Transient Dawn

A transmission is sent to the orbital Roxium fleets, asking about the approaching forces.

Rathoria wrote:

The bridge of the crashed Transient Dawn

A lone officer sits at the communications panel, filtering reports from scouts and monitoring radio traffic. He leans back in his chair and patches through yet another report, wishing he was down in the recreation room instead of holding the watch. Suddenly, he sits bold upright and stammers for the scout to repeat his message. His request granted, the young lieutenant scrambles to his feet, dashes across the room to the command panel, and plants his fist on a large, red button. Approximately 3 and a half minute later, the Monsonian probes and Roxium fleets detect rising power levels in the ship as weapon emplacements go hot and nearly a hundred craft (identified by Monsone as Rathorian fighters and bombers) rise off the ground.

The Lawithonian fleet

All vessels in the fleet receive the same message: "Attention unidentified assault craft. State your allegiance, purpose, and alter your course to follow this heading {some heading that directs the fleet around the recently established Rathorian perimeter} or you will be fired upon. You have 5 minutes to comply." Target locks immediately follow, and two dozen aerial targets are detected closing fast.

The base camp of the Aerlanican led forces

A squadron of 5 mid-sized craft tear past overhead as a message comes in, asking the Aerlanican party to identify themselves and their reason for intruding, along with a beeping indicating a target lock on the V-TOL. Several more flights of vehicles are spotted in the distance. The second party comprised of only infantry is ignored for the time being.

The Lawithonian fleet contacted General Alice Poole who had just arrived at the beach head, relaying the information rapidly and requesting a course of action. The camp also sent a radio transmission to the beachhead. The General requested to be patched through. The Lawithonians managed to create a direct uplink from the beachhead directly to the unidentified arrivals.
"This is General Alice Poole, and Aerlanican general and current commander of the Signatories' forces as part of Operation Frozen Intrigue, I presume you are the...meteor...that landed up north? You certainly have impeccable timing; the region is extremely tense at the moment and everyones a bit jumpy. Our four nations organised this task force to find and identify you and to determine whether you are friend or foe and if you were foe to...well...contain the threat so to speak.
"Quite frankly," she continued, still speaking into the microphone supplied to her, "Jonathan Blinds, the prime minister of my home nation, rapidly thew together this operation suspecting this to be a Blue Cosmos assault, however I believe you don't bear any allegiance to them; you would have shot at us already.
"Our purpose here is this; peace and security throughout the region, and if you fire upon our men there will be no peace. Sure, you may win the first few battles, maybe take some land, but in the end you will be overwhelmed by us and you will be forced to surrender or die. I don't fear you, per se, but I am wary of you, just as you should be wary of us."
She paused for a few moments as she took a small drink.
"We won't fire the first shots, unless we are forced to," Alice said bluntly, "but if you fire upon us, that will be a very grave mistake. You can give us time limits and ultimatums.
"but the reality is that you are scared and alone," the general continued, attempting to empathise with the new arrivals, "You're in a strange new word, with strange armies and strange people, from strange alliances between strange nations, but it doesn't have to be like that."
She looked around the support staff.
"I am willing, if you are to recall the flying craft you have deployed, to turn this scientific and military operation, into a diplomatic mission. We will withdraw our spacecraft and troops from the area, and in return, you join the September Agreement. Do that and you won't be alone, and you will have no reason to be scared.
"I know we may seem like toy soldiers to you and I recognise with your current power you will be able to inflict millions of casualties in a short period of time, but I believe there is more that we can offer you, I will order my side to hold fire so that we may talk further on more...peaceful terms, I only hope that you do the same."
She waved to the operator to turn off the transmission and sent a quick transmission ordering the troops to hold fire but stay alert. She awaited the new arrivals response with a small smile.
Jonathan would have loved that.

At that moment a flash of blue light caught the attention of a Revolyutsiyan sentry, who instantly looked up past the Lawithonian vessels and seeing the Roxium fleets. Sounding the alarm, the bridgehead was placed on high alert, with the Lawithonian fleets instructed to keep an eye on the Roxium vessels. Several officers argued that the Roxium fleet was violating the exclusion zone. However the debate was settled (and a possible confrontation avoided) when several others argued that the exclusion zone was for the atmosphere and since they were in space, were not subject to the exclusion zone.

Instead, a message was sent to the Roxium forces;
"This is Alice Poole, current supreme commander of the Signatories forces in the zone. Do not fire upon the new arrivals, we are currently brokering a peace with them and any aggressive actions could jeopardise many innocent lives in the region. The situation is currently being brought under control. As such I must also request you keep any and all assets out of the atmosphere at the time being. I await your response with patience."

Aerlanica wrote:

At that moment a flash of blue light caught the attention of a Revolyutsiyan sentry, who instantly looked up past the Lawithonian vessels and seeing the Roxium fleets. Sounding the alarm, the bridgehead was placed on high alert, with the Lawithonian fleets instructed to keep an eye on the Roxium vessels. Several officers argued that the Roxium fleet was violating the exclusion zone. However the debate was settled (and a possible confrontation avoided) when several others argued that the exclusion zone was for the atmosphere and since they were in space, were not subject to the exclusion zone.

Instead, a message was sent to the Roxium forces;
"This is Alice Poole, current supreme commander of the Signatories forces in the zone. Do not fire upon the new arrivals, we are currently brokering a peace with them and any aggressive actions could jeopardise many innocent lives in the region. The situation is currently being brought under control. As such I must also request you keep any and all assets out of the atmosphere at the time being. I await your response with patience."

Revolyutsiyan Arctic Base
The Revolyutsiyan sentry who witnessed the entry of the Roxium ships runs into the hastily constructed command container (to ward of the arctic weather shipping containers were modified to house a squad of soldiers while others were changed to act as hospitals or command posts) and informs the acting officer, Colonel Gregory Macintosh, about the developments. In response he says "Comrades we need to begin digging trenches and move the few anti aircraft guns we have to be set up just in case things get dicey. Now get on with it."
An hour or so later, a trench line is setup around the camp and bears a stark similarity to that of the Battle of Hoth from Star Wars.
Seeing this the Colonel chuckles then says "I hope we don't get massacred like they did in the movie."
Walking back into the command container Colonel Macintosh he orders "Contact Aerlanican General Poole and ask what our next move should be."

Lawithon wrote:

Aerlanica ok I have a design in mind I just need to check, all members of the agreement are earth based democracies right?

Semi-constitutional monarchy here, where the Grand Duchess has a lot of power, but we do have a parliament so yes, you could say we are somewhat of a democracy.

Lawithon wrote:

Aerlanica ok I have a design in mind I just need to check, all members of the agreement are earth based democracies right?

Aerlanica is a democracy (my own personal type of democracy as well)

Revolyutsiya wrote:

Revolyutsiyan Arctic Base
The Revolyutsiyan sentry who witnessed the entry of the Roxium ships runs into the hastily constructed command container (to ward of the arctic weather shipping containers were modified to house a squad of soldiers while others were changed to act as hospitals or command posts) and informs the acting officer, Colonel Gregory Macintosh, about the developments. In response he says "Comrades we need to begin digging trenches and move the few anti aircraft guns we have to be set up just in case things get dicey. Now get on with it."
An hour or so later, a trench line is setup around the camp and bears a stark similarity to that of the Battle of Hoth from Star Wars.
Seeing this the Colonel chuckles then says "I hope we don't get massacred like they did in the movie."
Walking back into the command container Colonel Macintosh he orders "Contact Aerlanican General Poole and ask what our next move should be."

Rathoria wrote:

A voice comes on over the uplink. "Greetings, General Poole. I am Captain Matthew Gibson of the Rathorian heavy cruiser Transient Dawn. I would like to negotiate with you and your officers in person, and discuss this September Agreement, but I think we would all feel more comfortable on neutral ground. I propose we meet near a Roxium outpost at these coordinates: {coordinates near the Roxium outpost}. Our scouts, the craft located just outside your encampment, can escort you there if you have no objections?"

Alice Poole sighed after she secured the safety of her soldiers. "Certainly, peace talks over the agreement will be wise, I will redirect a forward scouting party to the area and fly to the camp myself with your escorts. I apologise for...jumping the gun so to speak, you must understand it is better to be extremely cautious than extremely dead."
It was at this moment that a Revolyutsiyan soldier rushed into the room.
"General," he said with a salute, "Roxium ships are just outside the atmosphere, what should we do?"
"Hold the line and don't fire first," she ordered, "I've already sent a message to them via the Lawithonian technology-" she motioned to the uplink set up by the Lawithonian engineer, "-and quite frankly they have the aerial superiority."
"We've also agreed that they're outside the no fly zone." Chimed in an especially enthusiastic officer.
Everyone in the command tent looked towards the officer.
"What?" he said with a shrug, "I just thought he should know what we decided on."

Tyramon wrote:

After a short pause, the response comes. "Very well." The planes fall back, staying just outside the 5 km exclusion zone.

The waste-ranger watched as the scout plane slowly turn away and the E-12 Vipers screeched overhead. He let out a sigh; no hunting today.

After the Scout Plane had left, the troop convoy moved towards the border checkpoint. due to doctrine of any soldiers surrendering*, they are clapped in handcuffs and moved into the back of a few truck, the doors closed tightly and locked. The vehicles the TyramonIan troops arrived in are acquired and driven with the convoy deep into Aerlanica's mountainous and horribly scarred wasteland.

The troops are then moved to a C.O.U.R.I.E.R. black site in [REDACTED] where they are moved beneath thousands of feet of rock into cells inside a subterranean bunker (which would come as a surprise, as many reports of Aerlanica make an emphasis on their semi-backward technology and destroyed environment.).
The most superior officer among the soldiers was selected and escorted (under heavy guard) to an interrogation chamber.

******

The agent walked in and first placed a cup of imitation coffee on the table, next he placed a folder before finally producing a notepad. The soldier was then escorted into the room and had his handcuffs locked onto the table.
"A mere formality," the agent said with a tired expression, "if we don't do that we get our face ripped off by our commanders."
three agents remained in the room, while a listening crew waited on the other side of a sheet of mirrored glass, prepared to write down anything said.
The agent at the table looked at the soldier, and spoke.
"I need you tell me a few things; your name, rank, maybe your family back home, but i also especially need you to tell me why exactly you're here, and why exactly it required your emperor to send out a spy plane to try and find you.
"Can you do that for me?"