The Frankychan / Azan Situation

[Urban Ranger]

Inside Field HQ, International Sanctuary

Colonel Gunther Downings stopped drumming his fingers on the desk. "So, a Hive special operative was sneaking around just outside. That means it is very likely that more of them are still out there. Wesley, we need more patrols out there."

His aide, a tall, lean man with short cropped hair, quickly checked through some papers. "Sir, we have four spare Nooslandian teams."

"Excellent, schedule them right away."

"Yes sir."

Outside, the airstrip was busy 24 hours a day. A large contigent of combat engineers were busily expanding the airfield and accompanying facilities. A group of workers were unloading medical supplies off a T-225 transport, freshly arrived from Stormseekers.

Colonel Downings had just fired off a report to Theatre Command when the phone rang.

"Downings here. Yes sir. Okay sir. Right away."


Field Operations Centre, heavy cruiser Paris Commune, just off the coast of the Intenational Sanctuary

Fleet Captain Alice Yung stared at the large display on the front wall.

"How are things out there, Jean?"

"Captain, no current threats. Enemy air activities are far away after the last splash down, and no enemy combat vessels are in range."

"Good. Artic Glow will arrive in a few hours. Our control of the air and sea space will be even more dominant. As far as I know, "Eyes 1" are somewhere up there too, but of course we aren't told their locations."

[Guardian]

OOC:

UR: Phew!
For a while there I thought we were about to have some serious explaining to do.

Frankychan: Invading the village is one thing - that is to be expected, I guess.
But if you start shooting at civillians literally right under Guardinia's nose, it could be one of the last straws...

[Frankychan]

^^^^^ENCODED TRANSMISSION SENT TO SULTANATE OF AL MASTIF^^^^^

Greetings, Great Sultan of Al Mastif. I, am General Frankychan of Frankychanland.

As you may or may not be aware of, my nation along with the wise nation of the Hive is currently in the process of liberating the people's of Azan from foreign influence. We have been asked by the Azani government to step in and "coerce" these foreign nations from Azani territory.

But, I digress. I contact you today because I feel that a trade agreement between the Dictatorship of Frankychanland and the Sultanate of Al Mastif would benefit both of our nations. Recently "liberated" resources from the Azani territory has left Frankychanland with a rather large amount of resources, but would benefit greatly with trade from your great nation.

I contact you because you have not interfered with FCL or Hive actions as of late. I hope that your great nation and mine may one day sign a treaty....perhaps?

[Urban Ranger]

Originally posted by Guardian
OOC:

UR: Phew!
For a while there I thought we were about to have some serious explaining to do.

OOC: But we are going to have more patrols, so you better tell your boys to behave

[Guardian]

Originally posted by Urban Ranger

OOC: But we are going to have more patrols, so you better tell your boys to behave

OOC: I noticed that too. I don't think Guardinia knows just yet, but with things heating up as they are, they'll probably give you a call pretty soon now anyways to let you know who is where. Hopefully, that should settle it.

[Frankychan]

[OOC: I'll have to rethink my strategy then.......lets see what happens there.]

IC-

Ali'i City, Frankychanland Capital
Office of the General

General Frankychan sat watching FCL National News coverage of the "liberation" operation happening in Azani territory. So far, FCL troops had only encountered minimal resistance. Reports from the Hive progress was going just as good. FCL troops and Hive troops so far hadn't encountered one another, but the General felt that he should order one of his columns and act as support for his ally's forces.

General Frankychan reached for the phone to give the order out...

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"Free Azan" village

The FCL armored column stopped within a few hundred meters of the village ahead. Uncertain of what to do, the men began requesting orders to the commanding officer of the column.

Major Hamer got on the radio.

"I want our speakers turned on. Tell those guys to tell the village ahead this message:

We are here to liberate you. We come in peace. Lay down your arms. We will not hurt you.

Then, we march into the village to take it."

One of his aides turned to ask him a question.

"Sir, what if we encounter resistance?"

The Major stared through the window at the village.

"If that happens, we burn the village to the ground and kill anyone that moves. Azan belongs to General Frankychan now."

[Basus]

As Basus fleet reaches the border of free Azans territoral waters Commadore Daendels enters the command bridge.

"As soon as we enter territorial waters take in defensive positions. Prepair full airstrike capacity"
"We have just received an official request from the last official representatives of Free Azans remaining territory. They have turned to the league with a formal request to be placed under League sovernty"
"our orders are to stand ready in case this request is granted"

The ships of the fleet take in a defensive formation while crossing the territorial borders of free Azan.

[Frankychan]

Azan-occupied territory-Frankychanland jurisdiction
Undisclosed location

"Tell me where the rest of the dissidents are!"

The interrogator slapped the Azani captive across his face. The citizen was strapped into a chair in a sunless room except for the one circle that he sat in. Guards stood in the shadows, while the interrogator walked around the Azani citizen.

The interrogator stooped and pointed a finger directly in the face of the captive.

"Don't think I don't know that you know what I am talking about. I know that there are Azani resistance cells out there, collaborating with foreign nations. Your government has asked us to put an end to their meddling. Why do you deny this?"

Before the man could speak, the interrogator made a signal and a bucket of cold water doused the man from head to toe.

"Tell us where the remaining Free Azani military installations are, and you will be sent to Frankychanland and given a new life....A better life."

The Azani citizen, identified as a low ranking officer in the Azani military, bowed his head.

"You'll find the first set of bunkers......."

[Frankychan]

[OOC: Hey, if I'm getting a little too serious, let me know. Don't wanna turn ppl off from NationStates. I'll keep it light-hearted if you guys want. ]

[Mr. President]

Somewhere inside the former Auldoninna zone

He was staring down into a secluded valley. In times past, it had probably been a peaceful place. It reminded him of the Rainbow Vale near Hammerheim, where the birds sang and you could almost hear the trees grow.

But today, Hive tanks were cutting through it like an acetylene torch cutting through aluminum. Little sparks flared in the middle distance, Azani militia attacking the tanks with small-arms.

"Brave, stupid bastards," he muttered. He turned over his shoulder and ordered the other commandos to get out of there.

We, he thought to himself, are going to need much better support from the Joint Chiefs . . .

[Guardian]

Free Azan Village

The men tensed somewhat as the FCL armored column approached, but they were far too disciplined to do anything stupid at this point. As they watched, the tanks rolled into view - and then stopped as if uncertain what to do. That was interesting... The Guardinians remained motionless in their concealed positions, quietly wondering what the FCL troops would do next. The tanks sat still for about a minute on a low crestline overlooking the village. Then a message was called out over loudspeakers.

"We are here to liberate you. We come in peace. Lay down your arms. We will not hurt you."

Hmm. Interesting indeed. Doesn't look too bad so far...

While most of the Guardinians were busy watching the FCL troops, two men were keeping their eyes on the village.

Stay cool. Watch and wait. Then we shall see what we shall see...

[ceroomaster]

INC, Ceroo

"The First Minister is hesitating to give the order, sir, he knows it could win or lose him the weekends' elections".
The High Admiral rose from his chair and threw his paperweight accross the room. "Prepare the Medway, we leave shortly. I'm going into the city to see our first minister..."
"Yes sir".
The Medway was the high admiral's dreadnought, one of Ceroo's most powerful vessels, second only to the Endeavour- the High Admiral readying it for departure was a sure sign a battle could be imminent...

Cerooan Department of Foreign Affairs Transmission, FAO: President Frankychan
[ooc: Still President ]

Sir, you unwarranted agression against the free Azani people is reckless and could bring the region into a war that would be detrimental to all nations. We must insist that FCL and allied troops withdraw from former Azani territory.


Cerooan Department of Foreign Affairs Transmission on behalf of the ADU, FAO: The Government of Western Apolyton

Greetings,
On behalf of the ADU, we urge to to reject any attempted incurrsions by the militaristic Auldoninnan people onto your soil, and remind you that the offer presented by Ceroo [ooc: via PM] still stands.

[Rasputin]

General Paul Hogan sat on the deck of the large tranport ship he was on with a lot of his men bleow decks. The wholoe flotilla was in international waters off the coast off Frankychan, he had heard the radio broadcasts from home and from the many nations ivolved on the ground. He had next to him the son of a former azani president . The last sole surviign member of the azani resitance, the rest had been betrayed.

The Azani was begging for the auldonina troops to come back and kick out the oppressors. But General Hogan had his orders. He had withdrawn all his troops and the navy and aircraft too. Half the forces were now in Western APolyton, the other half out here in this huge armada of the auldonina navy.

The Azani once again begged that Paul save his village, he claimed that many tanks were enroute there and he feared his family would die.

Hogan turned away "Damn politics"

[Guardian]

On board the heavy cruiser GNS Guardian, flag ship of the Guardinian 1st Fleet, in international waters northeast of neutral zone

"Admiral! Sir, the Basus fleet has entered Free Azan waters and taken up defensive formation. The Admiraliteit appears to be preparing to launch a major air strike!" Admiral Clayson studied the overall situation map for a few seconds, then nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, it looks like something big is about to happen. Signal the fleet. Code yellow. Stand by for further orders."

Within minutes, the entire 1st fleet was turning and preparing to enter Free Azan waters. Additional air patrols were being launched and full strike groups were being prepared on the decks of the aircraft carriers. This close to Guardinia, they could also count on heavy support from the land based air force back home. Amphibious assault ships were preparing to move in and launch their landing craft. Helicopters were darting about like angry wasps. Cruisers and destroyers had their missile systems online and their launchers loaded and ready.

The Guardinian 1st Fleet was ready to move in. But no one actually crossed the border - yet...

[Rasputin]

"Let me know they instant it starts " said General Hogan to the agent on the sat phone.

"Affirmnative sir. we are in position not far from the main airfield , we will notify you imeedaitly fighting starts, we anticipate bombing soon"

"Good good."

He hung up the phone and called the Admiral of the fleet.

"Jim , your guys ready?"

"Yes Paul, all fighters fully fueled and armed. Refuelers enroute from WesternApolyton as we speak."

"Great Jim. Stand by on my word "

"Roger that Paul"