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Infrastructure Project in Neferheim

In light of the sudden abandoning of the deal between Neferheim and Ateenia by the Ateenian government and their companies involved in the deal, a new project has begun under the guidance of Foxomexra. The project will be completed in parts, although the entirety will be finished by mid 2022 for a total cost of 2.305 billion ACU. Although consisting of various sub-projects, the overall goal is the following:

- Construction of 180 km of 4 lane road
- Construction of two new ports in large towns
- Revamp of the dated Holensburg port

Although the annual payment of 1 billion ACU that the Ateenian government was obligated to pay to their Neferheimian counterpart will not be replaced, the infrastructure project will be funded by the Foxomexran government entirely with most material used in the construction being bought domestically within Neferheim. A small portion of the Holensburg port has been set aside for ownership by Foxomexra for the purposes of maintaining a small naval base, while the remaining elements of each port - when built - will be managed and maintained by Neferheimian companies established for such purpose.

Hippie Riots at Wicht
Following the testing of Bakyern's new warhead, pacifist, socialist, commie, sissy groups have begun to protest and demonstrate against the government and Federal Ministry of Defense. Federal Riot Control have arrived, reports of excessive police use and police brutality have come up.

Welcome to Khemmi

Briogáidire-ghinearál Lillian MacHale was not an anxious woman. Any who had met her would see the sharpness and discipline of a career military woman, who has clawed and fought her way to the command of her Regiment. Even so, she found herself sleepless. It was official. They were being deployed. She'd written a letter, and had long-since had her will made, but even so, there was a knot in the womans stomach. Because she knew she wouldn't be on the front lines. While the politicians spouted their words of 'peacekeeping' and 'no Lethian lives lost', she knew that was a lie. They were sending Lethian boys and girls to stand in the middle of a foreign conflict, as a shield between civilians and the horrors of war. And while it was noble, to say there would be no deaths was a pipe-dream.

Deployment didn't take long. A few hours on a cargo plane from Camp Miadhair and they were on Gadorien soil. The first time Lethian soldiers had stepped on non-Ilanean soil for over a hundred years. The insignia of four regiments stood out to her; the crying raven-head of her own girls, some of whom she knew quite well and whose lives she had direct responsibility over, as well as the snake-and-pipe of the 8th, the knights helmet of the 1st Armoured and the rifle-and-tree of the 11th. All going into a foreign land to try and protect the lives of foreign people.

She didn't know the airforce insignia's as well, but the Lethian airforce was the first to arrive, and they were already quite well set-up. Ceannfort O'Kelleher was the man in-charge of the airwings, though O'Connor was running the whole show, not just for the Lethian forces on the ground, but the forces of the entire coalition. She didn't envy the man, thousands of lives on his shoulders and dozens of world nations watching him like a hawk. She just had to look out for her own troops; Njordr knows how he's doing.

She recieved a sharp salute from the young man guarding the command tent, a boy barely older than nineteen. At least he was somewhat safe back here. The tent was a flurry of activity as the deployment was prepared; she'd barely been here ten minutes and she knew that her troops would be moving into a hotzone; some small, sand-coated town called 'Saka'. Gods know what the situation was like on the ground, always hard to tell from the distance of a command tent. She'd been joining them there. Best to command from the front, as her Da would say. Or something like that.

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Briogáidire-ghinearál MacHale's thoughts were most certainly no longer on the bustle of the command tent, or how young the man guarding it had been. Having been rapidly deployed, the 19th found Saka a town in chaos. Wracked by artillery bombardment and with no official evacuations by the government of either side for the civilians, the 19th found themselves organising an ad-hoc evacuation of their own, creating corridors through the vicious fighting and rubble to the safezone that had been established by the 8th, south of the town and away from the worst of the fighting. The situation was nightmarish to say the least, and it took hefty willpower from the Lethian troops in the area to keep to the rules of engagement and avoid firing on either side.

While the evacuation was mostly successful, thanks in part to the rapid nature of the 19th's deployment, civilian and friendly casualties were an inevitability. While it was hoped that most sides of the conflict were not dumb enough to open fire on the Peacekeepers themselves, artillery did not discriminate between enemy combatant, civilian, or neutral party. Fortunately, however, the 19th were informed that they were, for now, to hold down the fort at the safe area, establishing FOB O'Gallagher to take in regional refugees and provide medical and humanitarian aid.

For their part, the 1st Armoured and the 11th were assigned to Shednu. If the fighting at Saka was any indication for how fierce this war would be, then the Battle of Shednu would likely require thousands more evacuations. For now, however, the peacekeepers of the 19th are content to guard the refugee zone south of Saka.

San Calian News Network

Good Evening Folks, at 1 PM last night a new leader of San Calia was declared, the former Vice President Salvatore DeCel has taken full power of the government and has declared himself the new King of San Calia. This comes after apparent power struggles in the government and a massive following for DeCel to be put in charge after former President Spencer Desmond was to laid back on Inter Island Party Voting. One is left to wonder how DeCel gained such a massive following through out the San Calian Island and Atoll Chain. Salvatore DeCel had this to say earlier,
"I am going to fix the government from how it was under Spencer. He had more power then he admitted, the House of Commerce had so little power. Im here to fix that. The Kingdom of San Calia will be reformed for the better. This great nation shall become even better."
As of tonight, the House of Commerce reforms have already been put into order.
This could be the start of something great or it could be awful for San Calia.

Tikrongmeas Post
Ste chRathanak's hospitalization
After his first chemotherapy round today Rathanak's pancreatic cancer has not been effected. And now the chemo is hurting his body worse then the cancer damaging his immune system. Now unable to walk by himself he has been hospitalized for the foreseeable future and Queen Ena Kalinka has been called in to become the Mtong Tiet of Prei Meas her husband Chantuo Sisowath and Rathanak's son will have to come to Prei Meas with her as her interpreter.
Ateenia

Polder Eiland Territorial Expansion Act Passed
Much to the dismay of First Minister Jousma, and despite filibustering by multiple Labour, NIP, and Christian Democrat representatives, the Polder Eiland Territorial Expansion Act passed today in the Synod, mirroring a passage yesterday by the Council of Guilds. The act passed with 224 delegates voting for, 224 against, and 3 abstentions. The tiebreaking vote was cast by President Beatrix van Dijk, who went on to address why she felt the bill had met Labour's demands, and that the government of Jousma was being disgraceful.
The act was passed with the support of the Green Party (14 members), who successfully amended it with a provision to "preserve all of the islands except Grand Hagalaz and Coral Islands as naturally protected spaces". The Christian Democrats split on the act, despite the fact that Opposition Leader Terborg rallied for it. Many have stated that in the aftermath, they are seriously reconsidering their allegiance to the party. This was especially true in the outer reaches of Christian Democrat core territory, such as Moerasland, where all 21 representatives, 15 of whom are Christian Democrats, retaliated against the bill. Overall, of the 113 Christian Democrats, only 68 voted for. This was partially instigated by the refusal of the NIP to support further colonialism.
Labour saw similar levels of attrition, with only 153 voting against the act, 3 abstaining, and 81 voting for. Meanwhile, the Liberal Democrats, loosely in the Christian Democrats' coalition, had a record of surprising support, with 44 members voting for. Additionally, Tophat Stephenson, the lone independent, and 19 guild members showed their support. This surprising rag-tag coalition from multiple parties passed the bill. Per constitutional law, no repeal of this bill may be made in the next 20 years, the High Court ruled last Tuesday.
The popularity of the act is mixed in Polder Eiland, with only a small plurality of the population (45%) in support versus 43% against. Protests have broken out in De Haven, where the labour population is strongly against the act. This is coupled with multiple resignations from the Christian Democrat Party being tendered by representatives from all 11 regions.

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Northern Directus, Invictus-Chaelith
Directus, Directus Provincial District, Azureden
July 18th, 2020
1815 Hours, Local Time (-3)
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The Seventh Battle of Shednu rages on, turning to brutal stalemate!

The fight at Shednu, which has been claiming thousands of Khemmic lives for the past few days, has yet to see either side gain an upper hand. Hebenu’s attack was met with fierce democratic resistance, and already the struggle for the strategically vital city has turned indecisive. Both sides have begun digging in, preparing for trench warfare, but the outnumbered Pharaoh is desperate to avoid this scenario. Unable to win a war of attrition should the war come to it, Pharaoh Semerkhet has ordered the launch of an all out attack on the Shashotep forces. As Hebenu throws everything they have at them and the Republic pours men into the frontline to defend, it is clear that this battle will almost surely decide the course of the war. As such, both rivals are once again begging for direct outside support, though so far no foreign power is willing to involve themselves in the bloodbath aside from the IGP. The aforementioned organization has been working nonstop to protect civilians, but the Khemmic states have made this exceptionally difficult, as missiles have begun targeting civilian infrastructure and both sides resort to barbaric chemical weapons.

After ordering the attack, Semerkhet made a speech in Hebenu to address the state of the war, among other things.

As a crowd of peasants and noblemen alike gather in city square, Semerkhet begins a prayer to Auset, A major Khemmic god said to aid spirits in the afterlife and also to be the divine mother of the pharaoh.

“Nihsu, Nihsu, Nihsu, Nishu em hatip, Nihsu em nafir. Nibat, hut’pit, wabana em hatip, wabana em nafir. Nutrit ent Ankh! Nafir em Pit! Pit em hatip! Ta em hatip. Nutrit si’at Nut, si’at Keb. Mariw Ausir, nutrit atra rin! Anukh brak! Anukh brak!”

The crowd repeated the chant as Semerkhet whispered the last line of the prayer to himself. When the onlookers eventually quiet down, Neferkhet begins the speech.

“Sons of the heavens, today we meet a challenge like no other we have faced in our feeble lifetimes. Our sons and brothers fight for their lives now not just for power, or the gains of pretenders, but for Ma’at and unity! Never in the past several hundred years has peace and prosperity been so close to our grasp, yet we must not grow overconfident. Our enemy is strong in numbers, as hyenas always love to come in hordes.”

Neferkhet looks down at the floor for a moment. “Of course, it pains me that we are making so many sacrifices, but they are sacrifices that must be made. Should the heretical politicians win the battle for our future, our gods will be forgotten, our culture and past destroyed, and our beautiful nation sold to foreign corporations. We cannot, for all that is good and holy, let this happen.”

The young Pharaoh raises his Khopesh to the sky. “Whatever it takes, our country WILL be saved! No Kentalian, no pretender Pharaoh, no greedy foreign power has EVER posed such a threat to us! Of course, justice will come to all those who wronged us in time, but right now, we MUST fight for something far greater than us! So raise your swords, your guns, raise whatever you need, and fight for the future!”

He lowers his traditional sword, and breaks the news. “As I myself shall do.”

Pointless Blood on Pointless Sand

Shednu, Khemmi
1st Royal Armoured

Chaos and disorder. That was the best way to describe the situation at Shednu. A major city, made rich by black-gold, and a prime target for both sides deadly game of tug-of-war. They'd lost five tanks already, though not to enemy bombs or missiles, but the breaking down of parts to the relentless sand. Engineers back home scramble to patch the holes in their design, the tanks not intended for desert warfare but for the plains and arctic lands back home. Even so, they struck a striking figure; neither side was foolish enough, it seems, to open fire on the beasts of steel that tore gaps in the fighting to evacuate civilians, mimicking the tactics of the Battle of Saka on a far grander, and messier, scale. The evacuation point, this time, was closer to the fighting, and far less of an organised camp; more of an area being patrolled and protected by the 11th, as the 1st remained in-city to evacuate civilians.

The deadlock was clear to the Lethic soldiers on the ground; no one side could gain a clear advantadge over the other, and more often than not civilians were caught in the crossfire. More than once, sporadic engagements between elements of the 1st and fighters from both sides broke out, as they protected civilian positions that were considered 'strategically vital' while evacuations were made. Things simply grew worse as the Pharoah ordered a mass offensive, causing the 1st to ramp up their actions and stifling fighting in parts of the city where they could.

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Sáirsint Collins, 1st Armoured

Collins was organising his men from the back end of the truck they had been travelling in, the tank they were acompanying halting as further orders were radio'd in. This position was a location of fiece fighting, dust and sand being kicked up as stray mortar shells landed near their position, bullets wizzing past. Their troops knew to keep their heads down, and Collins was quietly proud that his boys were holding their fire. Then, he heard the cry, Ceannaire O'Duffy being the first to notice. "GAS! GAS!"

The cry caught the veteran off-guard. Gas? Here? There were still civilians darting between cover, or ducking out of their half-ruined homes. "MASKS!" He ordered, quick as he could. Sure enough, off to the west of their position, a bank of thick, coloured gas rolled lazily over towards them. "GLOVES!" Came his second cry. No idea if it was safe for skin contact, after all. The men scrambled first for their masks, no one wanted to be caught in that cloud without one, before the gloves came on. Collins grabbed at his radio, radioing forwards what he had discovered. Several reports from other sectors by the 1st, and a report from the air by an interceptor passing overhead, confirmed the usage of Chemical weaponry.

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Coirnéal Ryan Muldowney, 1st Armoured

Muldowney, stationed at Outpost Gaineamh, recieved the reports in a bundle from his communications officer. Dozens of reports of gas being dropped within Shednu. It wasn't clear which side was firing it. Radioing back to command for further instructions and to confirm the dribble of reports O'Connor had been recieving, the response was that the 'airforces' would handle it. Whatever the hells that meant, Muldowney just hoped that it would be a quick action...

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Printíseach MacAleese, 34th Air Wing, "Curly"

"Central, this is Curly, heading over target now." MacAleese was surprised to hear that his first live mission would be in Khemmi. From what he'd heard, the airforce was there was a show of strength and to dissuade other nations involvement. He hadn't expecting to be flying today, much less over an active warzone. Even so, the purr of his Filsna was soothing enough, and Sáirsint Gerty was flying escort, so there was little room for nerves. Behind him, his co-pilot, Tim "Slim" O'Scanlan was the one doing the real work. He had to pick out which of the fighters artillery were dropping the chemicals and scratch them off. He could practically feel the mans nerves, though he was two years his senior. All MacAleese had to do was keep the jet steady. The bombs dropped mere seconds later, hitting first an artillery position of the republicans. A few seconds later, another cluster, dropped over the forces of the Pharoah. The message was intended to be clear.

Keep it clean. Don't drop gas in cities. How the hell do these Khemmi idiots not understand something so basic as that?

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"Central, this is Sentinel Actual, two targets scratched. Let's see how they feel about this."

Torvon Peacekeeping Forces Arrive in Khemmi

His Majesty, King Harrison Arslan Announced along with joining IGP, that the Kingdom of Torvon would be sending the 1st Royal Torvon Battalion to help with Peacekeeping efforts. An would be allowing fellow IGP member nations helping with the Khemmi War Peacekeeping efforts the access to Fort Tempest. Fort Tempest command have been task with keeping command of the situation and helping Peacekeeping troops in Khemmi.