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El Haluf wrote:Hujum, hujum, hujum!

Engage, engage, engage!

These words signalled the rain of destruction that El Haluf would release upon Brazil, as rockets from cruisers and cannons from Battlecruisers and the newly created Zodiac Battleships bombarded what little coastal defences the Spanish could muster. Destroyers raided the cargo fleets that Spain sends through the Atlantic, disrupting their logistics of the and risking themselves of overextending in the Brazilian lands. The land war was not so much different for the European invaders as Spanish military forces are forced to fight a guerilla war against an enemy force within their homeland. They fought in marshes and swamps, tripping over carefully concealed traps and encountering enemies that make themselves invisible in the almost alien-like terrain of the Amazon. Almost four months from the first time they landed in the New World, they have already faced the challenge of fighting in a junglescape they are not familiar fighting in. Now they face a shortage of supplies as the effects of El Haluf cutting out Spain's shipping lanes forced the soldiers to live off the land by eating what the Amazon had to offer, poisoning on plants and animals, and suffering on diseases like dysentery by drinking unclean water.

Unknown to the Spanish, El Haluf has secretly sent confidential documents to the Brazilian President, promising his nation the protection of his nation for it's full subjugation in the name of the Dominion and her Protectorates in return. A secret alliance has been formed, and should Brazil join the Dominions, it's territory will be known as the Amazonian Protectorate and the south become a part of the Rio de la Platan Protectorate. El Haluf has payed respect to Brazil as it continually observes the sleeping giant of the Amazon. Guerilla warfare, a rich and proud heritage from the Old World, and also owning a sizeable fleet, Brazil has a lot in common with El Haluf.

Operation Redeemer; Preparations!

Saturday, May 16 1922. 1800 hours. The 1st and 2nd Battlefleets, Anaklusmos and La Nińa respectively, departed from the ports of Tobago. Estimated to arrive in the Brazilian Waters after eight hours, at 0200 hours of May 17 1922 by non-stop sailing through the calm, moonless waters of the South Atlantic ocean. The combined Battlefleets, officially monickered as the "Black Fleet", escorted the transport ships that are carrying the first batch of the invading forces, numbering in total of 45,000 fresh Dominion Guards and Foreign Legions. One of these Foreign Legions are the Tobago Toxin Division; experts in the use of chemicals, they will use their craft in order sow discontent and further demoralize the Spanish forces. These batch of invasion forces are but the first of the two planned Expeditionary Forces prepared by El Haluf for Redeemer. Another 20,000 troops will arrive from the Rio de la Platan Protectorate, and reinforce their Brazilian and Halufi allies in their endeavors.

Battlefleet Anaklusmos led the entire Armada by placing a distance of 150 kilometers between them and the invasion force and La Nińa. With 32 ships, it is by far the largest fleet in the Dominion Navy. In fact, it was the very same fleet, along with the 2nd and 3rd fleets, that the late Chairman Lucero used to invade the Maldives and create the Indian Oceans Protectorate; and it has recently reorganized to fit the new Zodiac-Class battleship as its flagship, placing DNV Leonia as the de-jure Primary Command HQ for the entire Halufian operations, and placing the entire operations under the leadership of 32 year-old Supreme Commander Dante Lucero, son of the late Chairman himself. It is symbollic, for in a way two Luceros have already led these fleets.

Commander Dante did not rise to his position as a high-ranking officer of the Navy because of his connections with his father; Todd Lucero. In fact, he alienated himself as far away from his son as possible throughout his training. Regardless, Dante rose because of his tactical and strategic thinking; a trait that he inherited from his father. During his years as a sailor, he was given the nickname "El Necrofago", Ghoul, because of his skinny frame and weak stature. Nevertheless, when he rose in the ranks and as his father died during the Panaman Assasinations, he was now called "El Huerfano Necrofago", the Orphaned Ghoul. When his father died, Dante started carrying the cutlass of Chairman Todd, and even in this operation did the blade still strapped onto his hip, the ruby encrusted hilt gleaming along with his Navy blue uniform.

Such a nickname might also be attributed from his choice of tactics. His favorite strategy to use during naval battles is a tactic he called "The Cobra Formation", where destroyers will envelop an enemy with smoke, and launch torpedoes and plant mines in order to isolate or prevent the enemy from escaping. The ships would then disappear through the smoke, never to be traced again. Dante was never fond of long and drawn out engagements, always preferring to strike quick and disengage even quicker; the typical Halufi strategy.

Dante's thinking has been tested when during the voyage of the Armada, he thought to send his minesweepers. Indeed he detected multiple mines of unknown origin along their route, possibly planted by Spanish or even Moroccan pirates. Nevertheless, this choice may have saved the Black Fleet a ship or two.

Operation Fortaleza: The Battle over the Brazilian Coasts!

0300 hours. Spanish watchers in the city of Fortaleza looked over the dark horizon with weepy and dreary eyes, scanning the morning with a sun that is still yet to shine while hunched over their rickety chairs. I observer, however the dancing lights of multiple lights over the distance: those are certainly spotlights from a ship, and judging by its number, it is artificial in nature and is on a direct course to his position. Suddenly, those lights launched a bright flare to the nightsky, illuminating everything, and to his horror he saw it:

The Red Banner of the Nobilite flew on the masts of the 32 warships of Battlefleet Anaklusmos. The bells were tolled and signals blared the Spanish base. Sailors are beginning to rise up from their barracks, but before they could reach the ships anchored on their moorings, the Halufian warships struck first. Battlecruisers and Battleships lobbed toxic gas around the Spanish ships, rendering it inoperable as the fumes enter the ventilation shafts of the vessel. However, a few destroyers did able to move from their moorings and tried to attack the Black Fleet, but the sheer mass of firepower that El Haluf outputs into the position means that panic spread easily in the dark night where Toxin and artillery is present. Naval batteries were swept aside by a combined naval barrage of multiple cruisers simultaneously firing on the positions, and even the destroyers were forced to evacuate after it was harassed by El Haluf's own Wolf packs of destroyers.

By 0600 hours, Spanish soldiers began raising the white flag, signalling their surrender. The Black Fleet, together with its Dominion Guards, secured the base and took the soldiers as POWs.

The Spanish Command in Brazil realized that, as El Haluf surrounded their forces at the rear and is now in a position to compromise his logistics, he had no choice but to surrender. Commander Dante, together with the Brazilian Dictator, met with the Spanish and, after a lengthy discussion, agreed that they will be allowed to go home in Spain as El Haluf integrates Brazil into the Dominion as the "Amazonian Protectorate".

Securing Brazil!

With Spain pushed out from the New World, the people of El Haluf in the Antilles celebrated with the expulsion of colonizers and the addition of a new nation to the Dominions. Parties started happening in the street, at some point forcing Tequila shop owners and bars from selling liquor for a moment in Mexico City because the festivities might result in a city-wide riot.

Brazilian cities too are welcoming of the Halufian forces. The Brazilian Dictator eagerly welcomed Dante and his retinue, and a Mardi gras actually occured following the expulsion of the last Spanish Transport ship. Halufian sailors and Dominion Guards mingled with Brazilian hosts, and a twelve hours shore leave mean that, for a time, the night life was alive as if the city wasn't bombed yesterday.

But the Battle for Brazil is not yet over. Elements of cessationists, separatists, and partisans are still present in the country; their positions are possibly at risk of being overrun by a remnant of a Spanish force that were left by the Iberian nation; worse still is the vulnerability of the Rio de la Platan Protectorate as it engages is its own fight in Southern Brazil. Dante could only reinforce his holdings as he waits for reinforcements and orders from High Command.

NPC Post
A group of pirates have been interrupting your shipping routes.

Checratia wrote:The Fallen Republic and The Cultural Powerhouse
While enjoying a hearty lunch, the executive council was approached by one of the council's advisors. There, he broke the news that the Republic of Trev had fallen. Surprised by this, the council members sprung out of their seats and rushed back to the White House. As they ran through the marble halls, advisors trailed behind them in the rush to the chambers.

3 members of the council sat at Dulles International, sipping their coffees as they waited for their flight to McCarran International in Las Vegas. Out of nowhere, a voice came over the speakers saying, "1 pm flight to McCarran International is now boarding." Hearing this, the members stood up and briskly walked to the boarding area. They stored their luggage in the compartments and sat in their comfortable, first-class seats as a trolley of wine approached them.

5 Hours Later
The council members looked out upon the Vegas strip as the plane descended onto the tarmac of McCarran International. They took out their luggage as one member, Stephen Crenshaw, left the other two as he walked toward the boarding platform of the private jet in waiting. He waved to the others as they walked out into the city. Crenshaw wheeled his luggage onboard as he prepared for his flight to Los Angeles.

Crenshaw awoke as the plane sharply turned and sat up in his seat. He opened the blinds to see the US Bank Tower towering above Los Angeles. A minute later, he felt the plane touch the tarmac as he sat up to get his luggage. He walked from the plane to the street and hailed a cab for the city hall. On his way, he looked out to see something very unusual to him. Small businesses and art lined the streets, dominated by corporations in other cities. He drove by people biking around the city and others painting beautiful, flowing murals, brightening up the already colorful city.

As the cab turned the corner, Crenshaw's eyes came upon the city hall, a towering, ornate building lined with lush gardens. He stepped out of the cab and walked toward the large wooden doors at the front. Inside, the mayor was waiting for him and led him to his office. There, the mayor offered Southern California to Vandalia and in return, Vandalia would build the world's tallest building in downtown Los Angeles. Crenshaw accepted immediately and shook the mayor's hand confidently.

NPC Post
A spy was spotted in one of your cities with your invasion plans.

Asauroaust and Persia

Throughout history, the Asauro people and the Persian people have been enemies, despite being quite similar races, in the past when Persia held great control over the Asauroaust Kingdom, and when the kingdom of Asaurouast was but a tiny dot on the map, the Persian's would enslave the Asauro people, and puppet the Kingdom.

However, the largest war of the Kingdom's history and the most defining of their history would break out, the Asauroaust Kingdom would prepare a large, uncontrollable revolt in Khuzestan, gaining them all the territory of Khuzestan as the Persian army would be forced into a retreat, and the Asauro people would request their peace treaty to be signed. This peace treaty contains content requesting the end of puppetization and that as many ethnically Asauro people in Persia are to move to back to the Kingdom.

Throughout centuries, these two would clash, Asauroaust would grow in size as the Persians would decrease in side, the final hit being the battle of Sistan and Baluchestan of 1852, a war that would result in the Persians being completely locked away from the ocean, crushing their economy and trade, and making Asauroaust the greater power of the Persian land.

Disputes Between The Nations!

Currently, in the modern day, the nations would have a dispute over borders, as Asauroaust claims Persia holds onto land that is largely Asauro populated and belongs to the kingdom, which would be the three provinces above the West Asauro Province. However, Persia threatened this claim with total war between the two nations, promising the Asauroaust Kingdom a bloody war with the goal of collapsing the kingdom if they dare try and take more territory from Persia.

"If you so desire. Let's have at it then."

These are the short, but loud words that would be sent over to Persia, followed up with an invasion, the infantry troops would be unleashed onto the fields to go to battle with Persia, charging into the battlefield like bulls to a Spanish man with a red cape. The attacks were planned to be aimed at more arable and farmable land, as Asauroaust suffers with agriculture, having very little arable land, but the biggest focus is Tehran, the biggest city in Persia, and likely the hardest part of the attack.

Siege of Tehran

As the army would approach Tehran, they would notice a giant group of Persian soldiers, fully prepared to defend the town. What would follow was a bloody war, casulties were heavy, but, by the stark and cold night, the Persian army surrendered, and wished to enter peace with the Asauroaust Kingdom as long as they did not push further, which would make the conquered lands officially Asauroaust territory. The soldiers would be celebatory all night.

Following this large scale attack, the Persian Empire would start to show cracks of a falling empire, as the economy crumbled and the nation started to decline in population, the empire would not be able to sustain itself very long.

America JB wrote:NPC Post
A group of pirates have been interrupting your shipping routes.

Whatever festivities the Brazilians prepared for the arrival of El Haluf quickly was quickly halted, as two days passed by, the reinforcements that are being sent from the Rio de la Platan Protectorate have been ambushed by a group of marauding pirates, led by a flag ship of a size of that of a heavy cruiser. Fortunately, the transport ships of El Haluf are more than capable of defending themselves when grouped together, but losses have still been recorded. Out of the 15 Transport ships, two were sunk, loosing around 2,759 out of the 15000 supposed to be reinforcements and and a significant amount of supplies, material, food, and other precious cargo.

Commander Dante was furious (he did not share the same temperament that his calm father had), partly because he learned that the transport ships were not escorted by any capable warships and High Command allowed this mishap to occur, but mostly because of the existence of this pirate group raiding unknown locations everywhere. Surely, they would strike soon, and God knows where. Sure enough, shortly after that thought, a new telegram arrived: a distress signal was beamed from another cargo ship before it was cut off. The captain let out one final word before his radio too was cut.

cannons from thre--- Flooded and listing to--- tell them I---

And then there was silence.

Dante has no other option; he is forced to use his warships to conduct patrols and escort cargo ships. Several measures have been used in order to maximize safety for his shipping lanes: cargo ships can carry mines, are informed to lie and hoist a fake flag of another nation, is tasked to meet with a patrol group in a specified coordinates where they will be escorted, and be retrofitted with more life boats and life vests should the situation demand that they are to be used. The crew hope that it doesn't. Dante also sent coded messages in Samarkand, relaying for the Oficina Intelegencia, now rebranded as the Special Action Agency, or ASA. He requested that spies and saboteurs be sent all over Brazil in order to gain insight on what these pirate group might be.

Five days later

While the plans above meant that losses from pirates have been reduced, skirmishes still occur, and thousands of tons of cargo are left damaged and ships sunk. The attacks are relentless, but are by no means a threat to the logistics of El Haluf's Army; after all, they are being supported by Brazil, now established as the Brazilian Protectorate. ASA is still yet to determine or get any leads, but a clue has been gathered. Observers from Halufian sailors and information from tortured Spanish troops identified that 13 Spanish warships managed to escape during the Battle of Fortaleza. While this information is startling it is by no means definitive. Spain is under orders to return to their homeland. Regardless, whether this is a Spanish fleet acting out of or under orders, or a Brazilian seperatist, Dante is adamant in putting a stop of these whole operations once and for all.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

Tales of the Alpine War
Gefreiter Alfred Horris

It was only two days into our advance that we had managed to trap several regiments and battalions of Austro-Hungarian troops in several confines within the Alps. It was of no use for us to try and flush them out - they were too entrenched to do so. Any terms of surrender were off the table - they hadn’t accepted any prior to this. They believed an Austrian counter attack was well on its way. They couldn’t be more wrong. With tha Vandalians to the west and us, the ‘Kaiser’s Fist’ bearing down upon them they stood no chance.

Against Panzergrenadiers they wouldn’t stand, they’d be kneeling for God’s mercy upon us. If they wouldn’t surrender for us, we’d make them die for us. There was no point in negotiating beyond this - if anything our mere existence is a warning to their brethren. Fail to heed it, and your life shalt have been nothing but a fraud. Us small group of Panzergrenadiers were assigned to destroy a massive encirclement of Austrian troops, maybe two thousand or so. We, in comparison only had what, 600 troops? The numbers were appalling in comparison - what mad man would send his troops into such a overpowering force?

Our general, would. But he was smarter than most. He embraced the likes of airpower and the tank, and constantly dwelled in new ideas of committing mass decimation upon the enemy. For, today was just another of these tactics. Over the entire night, planes dropped fuel across the Austrian positions - not in barrels. They poured them over the entirety of the enemy line. It appeared they didn’t notice, many thought it was just another gas attack probably - forward observers noted that in the morning all of the Austrian troops wore them.

We wouldn’t charge enemy - not in standard fashion of course. It would’ve been suicide, not that it mattered. Most of what we did would’ve been suicide regardless. However, our unit had been equipped with twice, maybe three times as many flammenwerfers as a standard panzergrenadier unit. Our orders were to not just destroy the pocket, but light it up too. Burn their ashes to heaven, and completely destroy every single Austro-Hungarian soldier in this pocket. This tied in with the extra need for more flamethrowers.

We crawled our way to the enemy positions under the cover of fog. We made it sure that we were as quiet as possible - to not wake up or alarm the enemy. Conveniently, our path to the enemy position was up a hill. Although tough to get up, it provided us enough cover so that at a glance, we’d be under their noses when we begun the attack. It went perfectly, not a single Austrian had noticed us by the time we reached the top of the hill. Several moments passed as we readied our weapons, put on our masks and equipped our bayonets. Soldiers checked the wind and as it had been forcasted - the spring storms were blowing southward. With a few hand gestures from our squad leaders, the attack begun.

Flamethrowers lit up across the mountain, igniting the fuel that had been dropped the night before. Flames spread across the Austrian line like wildfire, incinerating everything in its path. The screams - the agony of the dying enemy was nothing short of a beautiful symphony that echoed through the mountains. We merely watched as the enemy slowly burned to death. The fires though quickly burned out, leaving nothing but charred bodies and those who managed to barely survived behind. We made our way into the trenches stepping over massive hulks of dead bodies - some with their hands on their necks. Seemingly gasping for air as they choked to death on smoke and fire. Following the result of this attack, the enemy strongholds surrendered without as much as a rock thrown.

We made it known - that the Panzergrenadiers would not be a threat to be understimated.

Das Deutsches Vaterland wrote:Tales of the Alpine War
Gefreiter Alfred Horris

It was only two days into our advance that we had managed to trap several regiments and battalions of Austro-Hungarian troops in several confines within the Alps. It was of no use for us to try and flush them out - they were too entrenched to do so. Any terms of surrender were off the table - they hadn’t accepted any prior to this. They believed an Austrian counter attack was well on its way. They couldn’t be more wrong. With tha Vandalians to the west and us, the ‘Kaiser’s Fist’ bearing down upon them they stood no chance.

Against Panzergrenadiers they wouldn’t stand, they’d be kneeling for God’s mercy upon us. If they wouldn’t surrender for us, we’d make them die for us. There was no point in negotiating beyond this - if anything our mere existence is a warning to their brethren. Fail to heed it, and your life shalt have been nothing but a fraud. Us small group of Panzergrenadiers were assigned to destroy a massive encirclement of Austrian troops, maybe two thousand or so. We, in comparison only had what, 600 troops? The numbers were appalling in comparison - what mad man would send his troops into such a overpowering force?

Our general, would. But he was smarter than most. He embraced the likes of airpower and the tank, and constantly dwelled in new ideas of committing mass decimation upon the enemy. For, today was just another of these tactics. Over the entire night, planes dropped fuel across the Austrian positions - not in barrels. They poured them over the entirety of the enemy line. It appeared they didn’t notice, many thought it was just another gas attack probably - forward observers noted that in the morning all of the Austrian troops wore them.

We wouldn’t charge enemy - not in standard fashion of course. It would’ve been suicide, not that it mattered. Most of what we did would’ve been suicide regardless. However, our unit had been equipped with twice, maybe three times as many flammenwerfers as a standard panzergrenadier unit. Our orders were to not just destroy the pocket, but light it up too. Burn their ashes to heaven, and completely destroy every single Austro-Hungarian soldier in this pocket. This tied in with the extra need for more flamethrowers.

We crawled our way to the enemy positions under the cover of fog. We made it sure that we were as quiet as possible - to not wake up or alarm the enemy. Conveniently, our path to the enemy position was up a hill. Although tough to get up, it provided us enough cover so that at a glance, we’d be under their noses when we begun the attack. It went perfectly, not a single Austrian had noticed us by the time we reached the top of the hill. Several moments passed as we readied our weapons, put on our masks and equipped our bayonets. Soldiers checked the wind and as it had been forcasted - the spring storms were blowing southward. With a few hand gestures from our squad leaders, the attack begun.

Flamethrowers lit up across the mountain, igniting the fuel that had been dropped the night before. Flames spread across the Austrian line like wildfire, incinerating everything in its path. The screams - the agony of the dying enemy was nothing short of a beautiful symphony that echoed through the mountains. We merely watched as the enemy slowly burned to death. The fires though quickly burned out, leaving nothing but charred bodies and those who managed to barely survived behind. We made our way into the trenches stepping over massive hulks of dead bodies - some with their hands on their necks. Seemingly gasping for air as they choked to death on smoke and fire. Following the result of this attack, the enemy strongholds surrendered without as much as a rock thrown.

We made it known - that the Panzergrenadiers would not be a threat to be understimated.

I am not doing any rp till a compromise is reached as it was asked in the discord

Das Deutsches Vaterland wrote:Tales of the Alpine War
Gefreiter Alfred Horris

It was only two days into our advance that we had managed to trap several regiments and battalions of Austro-Hungarian troops in several confines within the Alps. It was of no use for us to try and flush them out - they were too entrenched to do so. Any terms of surrender were off the table - they hadn’t accepted any prior to this. They believed an Austrian counter attack was well on its way. They couldn’t be more wrong. With tha Vandalians to the west and us, the ‘Kaiser’s Fist’ bearing down upon them they stood no chance.

Against Panzergrenadiers they wouldn’t stand, they’d be kneeling for God’s mercy upon us. If they wouldn’t surrender for us, we’d make them die for us. There was no point in negotiating beyond this - if anything our mere existence is a warning to their brethren. Fail to heed it, and your life shalt have been nothing but a fraud. Us small group of Panzergrenadiers were assigned to destroy a massive encirclement of Austrian troops, maybe two thousand or so. We, in comparison only had what, 600 troops? The numbers were appalling in comparison - what mad man would send his troops into such a overpowering force?

Our general, would. But he was smarter than most. He embraced the likes of airpower and the tank, and constantly dwelled in new ideas of committing mass decimation upon the enemy. For, today was just another of these tactics. Over the entire night, planes dropped fuel across the Austrian positions - not in barrels. They poured them over the entirety of the enemy line. It appeared they didn’t notice, many thought it was just another gas attack probably - forward observers noted that in the morning all of the Austrian troops wore them.

We wouldn’t charge enemy - not in standard fashion of course. It would’ve been suicide, not that it mattered. Most of what we did would’ve been suicide regardless. However, our unit had been equipped with twice, maybe three times as many flammenwerfers as a standard panzergrenadier unit. Our orders were to not just destroy the pocket, but light it up too. Burn their ashes to heaven, and completely destroy every single Austro-Hungarian soldier in this pocket. This tied in with the extra need for more flamethrowers.

We crawled our way to the enemy positions under the cover of fog. We made it sure that we were as quiet as possible - to not wake up or alarm the enemy. Conveniently, our path to the enemy position was up a hill. Although tough to get up, it provided us enough cover so that at a glance, we’d be under their noses when we begun the attack. It went perfectly, not a single Austrian had noticed us by the time we reached the top of the hill. Several moments passed as we readied our weapons, put on our masks and equipped our bayonets. Soldiers checked the wind and as it had been forcasted - the spring storms were blowing southward. With a few hand gestures from our squad leaders, the attack begun.

Flamethrowers lit up across the mountain, igniting the fuel that had been dropped the night before. Flames spread across the Austrian line like wildfire, incinerating everything in its path. The screams - the agony of the dying enemy was nothing short of a beautiful symphony that echoed through the mountains. We merely watched as the enemy slowly burned to death. The fires though quickly burned out, leaving nothing but charred bodies and those who managed to barely survived behind. We made our way into the trenches stepping over massive hulks of dead bodies - some with their hands on their necks. Seemingly gasping for air as they choked to death on smoke and fire. Following the result of this attack, the enemy strongholds surrendered without as much as a rock thrown.

We made it known - that the Panzergrenadiers would not be a threat to be understimated.

Also you dont ping me in it so therefore i think it should not count cause i did not know of the war till like yesterday

ALGERIA FALLS AS NATIONALIST SPAIN SEEKS COLONIES IN AFRICA

With another four cases of the virus Spanish health officials tell Franco to keep soldiers ‘over there’, in Africa. The virus originally struck in November last year but now has risen up again as Spanish troops resume their African crusade. The virus is like the flu and most affected feel it like a bad cold. Even though symptoms are rather mild the virus, named: AEV-21 also attacks your immune system leaving you open to attack from other health problems.

AEV-21 cases originally reached 1,000 in November but fell when Spanish troops left the assault to fight back against Canada. The recorded death toll for the virus was 3 but a further 150 soldiers diagnosed with AEV-21 died from other causes when their immune systems were damaged. The original plan was for a vaccine to be formulated. While tests for this continue members of an independent lab are working on using it as a threat. Releasing a strain of the virus at enemy capital cities. While this is off the books Franco still thinks of it as marvellous, but his chief advisor believes it may cause the ISUCN to place an economic shutdown.

While overnight another 15 cases were confirmed Franco got ready to visit the facility researching a vaccine, then travel to the independent lab to check on the chemical weapon being developed there. The vaccine facility informed Franco of a due date 12-16 months away. Angered he continued to the independent lab and was more satisfied with a 6-10 month due date for the weapon. When Franco returned to Madrid he found a letter containing the resignation of his chief advisor, along with a note.

Supreme Chancellor Franco, i apologise for my resignation but i felt it necessary. I worry the ICUSN will strike out at us if we continue with this research. Please consider shutting it down.
~chief advisor, Liteo Beroco…

Franco swore under his breath before turning to his chief of private investigation. “Find him and when you do, bring-him-too-me! Go!” He then burned the letter in his fireplace and settled into a posh leather armchair. He checked his mail and found a letter from his general in charge of the 3rd army: my troops are ready for the next stage of attack. As soon as supply lines are up-and-running I will send them to blitz the south east. ~ general, mitecho. Franco sighed before writing a response.

New Australaisia wrote:ALGERIA FALLS AS NATIONALIST SPAIN SEEKS COLONIES IN AFRICA

With another four cases of the virus Spanish health officials tell Franco to keep soldiers ‘over there’, in Africa. The virus originally struck in November last year but now has risen up again as Spanish troops resume their African crusade. The virus is like the flu and most affected feel it like a bad cold. Even though symptoms are rather mild the virus, named: AEV-21 also attacks your immune system leaving you open to attack from other health problems.

AEV-21 cases originally reached 1,000 in November but fell when Spanish troops left the assault to fight back against Canada. The recorded death toll for the virus was 3 but a further 150 soldiers diagnosed with AEV-21 died from other causes when their immune systems were damaged. The original plan was for a vaccine to be formulated. While tests for this continue members of an independent lab are working on using it as a threat. Releasing a strain of the virus at enemy capital cities. While this is off the books Franco still thinks of it as marvellous, but his chief advisor believes it may cause the ISUCN to place an economic shutdown.

While overnight another 15 cases were confirmed Franco got ready to visit the facility researching a vaccine, then travel to the independent lab to check on the chemical weapon being developed there. The vaccine facility informed Franco of a due date 12-16 months away. Angered he continued to the independent lab and was more satisfied with a 6-10 month due date for the weapon. When Franco returned to Madrid he found a letter containing the resignation of his chief advisor, along with a note.

Supreme Chancellor Franco, i apologise for my resignation but i felt it necessary. I worry the ICUSN will strike out at us if we continue with this research. Please consider shutting it down.
~chief advisor, Liteo Beroco…

Franco swore under his breath before turning to his chief of private investigation. “Find him and when you do, bring-him-too-me! Go!” He then burned the letter in his fireplace and settled into a posh leather armchair. He checked his mail and found a letter from his general in charge of the 3rd army: my troops are ready for the next stage of attack. As soon as supply lines are up-and-running I will send them to blitz the south east. ~ general, mitecho. Franco sighed before writing a response.

The new(and at the same time, technically not new) president of Malacca-Singapore, Joshua Tan hears of this news and decides to speak out about it, he read out his speech while in The Astana, "Citizens of Malacca-Singapore, and Earth, I would like to take time to talk about the newly-incumbent Supreme Chancellor of Spain's actions, he has recently conducted biological warfare against its enemies, more accurately, its enemies' citizens, not only is this action inhumane as these citizens are in NO way directly involved in the War Effort against Spain, nor are they a potential threat to Spain as a nation, these women and men, seniors and children are innocent, no government should ever attack the people. Spain is also conducting said biological warfare with a virus which little is known about, this is highly reckless of the Spanish Government as this quote-unquote experiments can cause a surge of cases that can go out of hand extremely quickly, we've seen how using viruses in this way is harmful, a prime example of this is the Memoavirus pandemic, President Halimah Yacob used the memoavirus against the Siamese soldiers, this attack caused an epidemic in Southeast Asia and in other regions of the world which is yet to be contained, now, you must realise that these were only directed at the soldiers, could you imagine the possible chaos that might ensue from attacking capital cities, with hundreds of thousands, possibly millions of people living in?

I would like to end my speech on this note; Malacca-Singapore officially condemns Spain for their inhumane and reckless actions. and mark my words, Chancellor Franco, The ICUSN may not have developed any international law against biological warfare on civilians, but rest assured the next you attempt anything of this calibre, the Security Council will be on your doorstep, investigating your nation you love so dearly. This Joshua Tan of Malacca-Singapore, signing out."

Asauroaust wrote:Asauroaust and Persia

Throughout history, the Asauro people and the Persian people have been enemies, despite being quite similar races, in the past when Persia held great control over the Asauroaust Kingdom, and when the kingdom of Asaurouast was but a tiny dot on the map, the Persian's would enslave the Asauro people, and puppet the Kingdom.

However, the largest war of the Kingdom's history and the most defining of their history would break out, the Asauroaust Kingdom would prepare a large, uncontrollable revolt in Khuzestan, gaining them all the territory of Khuzestan as the Persian army would be forced into a retreat, and the Asauro people would request their peace treaty to be signed. This peace treaty contains content requesting the end of puppetization and that as many ethnically Asauro people in Persia are to move to back to the Kingdom.

Throughout centuries, these two would clash, Asauroaust would grow in size as the Persians would decrease in side, the final hit being the battle of Sistan and Baluchestan of 1852, a war that would result in the Persians being completely locked away from the ocean, crushing their economy and trade, and making Asauroaust the greater power of the Persian land.

Disputes Between The Nations!

Currently, in the modern day, the nations would have a dispute over borders, as Asauroaust claims Persia holds onto land that is largely Asauro populated and belongs to the kingdom, which would be the three provinces above the West Asauro Province. However, Persia threatened this claim with total war between the two nations, promising the Asauroaust Kingdom a bloody war with the goal of collapsing the kingdom if they dare try and take more territory from Persia.

"If you so desire. Let's have at it then."

These are the short, but loud words that would be sent over to Persia, followed up with an invasion, the infantry troops would be unleashed onto the fields to go to battle with Persia, charging into the battlefield like bulls to a Spanish man with a red cape. The attacks were planned to be aimed at more arable and farmable land, as Asauroaust suffers with agriculture, having very little arable land, but the biggest focus is Tehran, the biggest city in Persia, and likely the hardest part of the attack.

Siege of Tehran

As the army would approach Tehran, they would notice a giant group of Persian soldiers, fully prepared to defend the town. What would follow was a bloody war, casulties were heavy, but, by the stark and cold night, the Persian army surrendered, and wished to enter peace with the Asauroaust Kingdom as long as they did not push further, which would make the conquered lands officially Asauroaust territory. The soldiers would be celebatory all night.

Following this large scale attack, the Persian Empire would start to show cracks of a falling empire, as the economy crumbled and the nation started to decline in population, the empire would not be able to sustain itself very long.

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As your army builds it's base, there was a surprise attack by a guerilla fighter group. Your second in command in the region and 5 other soldiers were killed with 2 injured. This group got away and is still a threat. How will you respond?

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