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The angel of charity wrote:

The Fubuki Naval base was the stronghold of the Charitian Empire, dock space for five hundred warships, thousands of weapons, and endless soldiers lay on its premises. It was in disrepair now, large swaths of its vast system falling into dereliction, a stark reminder of how the empire had fallen. This was the home of the most prized imperial assets, IRIS, the famed strike witches, and the most powerful fleet available to Charitia, the Fubuki Strike fleet. Now, as war broke over the crippled empire once more, the old base roared to life.

Kobashiya was a grizzled commander, a once great admiral who had headed the defensive networks during the great disaster that was Operation; Scarlet Empire. His hair was silvered, stubble marking a strong jawline, and a rather bland military uniform, unadorned with medals, completing his outfit. He still bore the pain from the day of the surrender, when the base was turned over to the outsiders, who practically salivated over its mighty bulwarks. Now, was the time to strike back. As he walked down the halls of the base, past rushed personnel, and frantic officers, a wolfish grin overcame him. Fubuki would prove itself once again.

The control room was quiet when he entered, personnel quietly running maintenance checks on the IRIS system, readying their strike on the now antiquated system. A thrill ran through the man, as he took his seat. "Alright everyone, what's the situation?"

"We have satellite confirmation on all San Sierran targets on the Shiro islands, Fubuki strike fleet is in position, we can commence the strike at any time sir!"

"All electronic warfare suites online. Minefields three and four, online!"

"Mobile artillery, ready to fire!"

Koba chuckled. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Fire it all. Let not a single one of the foreigners live! Contact the strike fleet, tell them to let loose their first strikes."

"Yes sir!" The room called, as warning sirens began to blare through the base. As the IRIS system began to release its endless chatter, and the tactical screens filled with missile alerts, Koba smiled. This was warfare, something he had not felt since Scarlet Empire, and it filled his veins with fire. His troops knew Shiro, they knew its fortifications, its quirks, and every location the Sierrans had fortified and built up. This was their playground, and his men were about to begin the slaughter.

In the space of seconds, the IRIS system relayed the orders from high command down to the troops. Across the island chain, radars, communications, and cell phone networks crashed as Charitian jammers went up. The island was filled with the roar of anti-ship ballistic missiles, as launch silos, batteries of missile artillery, and a flotilla of warships dispatched hundreds of tons of ordnance to the hapless Sierran fortifications and warships who filled the former territory. Satellites were barraged with anti-satellite missiles, and ammunition depots were subject to cruise missile strikes.

Thus began the revenge of Charitia.

From the decks of the carrier Taiyo, a pilot climbed into her jet black type-170 next generation fighter. The radio squawked as she, with a deft series of commands, brought the massive aircraft to life. A jolt shook the plane as it left the sleek carrier and climbed into the sky. With a smooth twist of the throttle, the plane joined with the 40 other circling aircraft that composed the air group of the Fubuki strike fleet.

Her name was Amiya, and she was part of the famed Strike witches that had ripped apart the San Sierran navy during the Scarlet wars. Now, the witches would bring death to San Sierra once again. The payload on her aircraft was three hundred pounds of explosive, carried in five air to ground missiles. Deactivating her radar, she hooked up to IRIS, and began moving along with the air-group, towards their first target, a San Sierran destroyer last spotted one hundred kilometers to the West.

----------
"You've changed Haji." Marianne remarked as Hajira left the war council's room. She was wearing her customary loose attire, a stark contrast to Hajira's formal imperial robes.

Hajira nodded. "If people see us as so weak as to declare war on us without reason, I failed. Now I need to regain the pride you squandered away with foolish wars. You lacked cunning and brutality, and wasted the blood of our people, I refuse to do the same." She turned into her office, and pulled a file from her cabinet, slamming it down on her desk. "Take a look Marianne, this is your next assignment."

Marianne flicked open the file, and as she read, a smile grew on her face. From the file peeked, in blood red letters the name;

OPERATION: PRIDE

Beautiful post Charity.

I might have a difficult time to respond to that though. ;-;

Dreamersistan, The angel of charity, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity wrote:

The Fubuki Naval base was the stronghold of the Charitian Empire, dock space for five hundred warships, thousands of weapons, and endless soldiers lay on its premises. It was in disrepair now, large swaths of its vast system falling into dereliction, a stark reminder of how the empire had fallen. This was the home of the most prized imperial assets, IRIS, the famed strike witches, and the most powerful fleet available to Charitia, the Fubuki Strike fleet. Now, as war broke over the crippled empire once more, the old base roared to life.

Kobashiya was a grizzled commander, a once great admiral who had headed the defensive networks during the great disaster that was Operation; Scarlet Empire. His hair was silvered, stubble marking a strong jawline, and a rather bland military uniform, unadorned with medals, completing his outfit. He still bore the pain from the day of the surrender, when the base was turned over to the outsiders, who practically salivated over its mighty bulwarks. Now, was the time to strike back. As he walked down the halls of the base, past rushed personnel, and frantic officers, a wolfish grin overcame him. Fubuki would prove itself once again.

The control room was quiet when he entered, personnel quietly running maintenance checks on the IRIS system, readying their strike on the now antiquated system. A thrill ran through the man, as he took his seat. "Alright everyone, what's the situation?"

"We have satellite confirmation on all San Sierran targets on the Shiro islands, Fubuki strike fleet is in position, we can commence the strike at any time sir!"

"All electronic warfare suites online. Minefields three and four, online!"

"Mobile artillery, ready to fire!"

Koba chuckled. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Fire it all. Let not a single one of the foreigners live! Contact the strike fleet, tell them to let loose their first strikes."

"Yes sir!" The room called, as warning sirens began to blare through the base. As the IRIS system began to release its endless chatter, and the tactical screens filled with missile alerts, Koba smiled. This was warfare, something he had not felt since Scarlet Empire, and it filled his veins with fire. His troops knew Shiro, they knew its fortifications, its quirks, and every location the Sierrans had fortified and built up. This was their playground, and his men were about to begin the slaughter.

In the space of seconds, the IRIS system relayed the orders from high command down to the troops. Across the island chain, radars, communications, and cell phone networks crashed as Charitian jammers went up. The island was filled with the roar of anti-ship ballistic missiles, as launch silos, batteries of missile artillery, and a flotilla of warships dispatched hundreds of tons of ordnance to the hapless Sierran fortifications and warships who filled the former territory. Satellites were barraged with anti-satellite missiles, and ammunition depots were subject to cruise missile strikes.

Thus began the revenge of Charitia.

From the decks of the carrier Taiyo, a pilot climbed into her jet black type-170 next generation fighter. The radio squawked as she, with a deft series of commands, brought the massive aircraft to life. A jolt shook the plane as it left the sleek carrier and climbed into the sky. With a smooth twist of the throttle, the plane joined with the 40 other circling aircraft that composed the air group of the Fubuki strike fleet.

Her name was Amiya, and she was part of the famed Strike witches that had ripped apart the San Sierran navy during the Scarlet wars. Now, the witches would bring death to San Sierra once again. The payload on her aircraft was three hundred pounds of explosive, carried in five air to ground missiles. Deactivating her radar, she hooked up to IRIS, and began moving along with the air-group, towards their first target, a San Sierran destroyer last spotted one hundred kilometers to the West.

----------
"You've changed Haji." Marianne remarked as Hajira left the war council's room. She was wearing her customary loose attire, a stark contrast to Hajira's formal imperial robes.

Hajira nodded. "If people see us as so weak as to declare war on us without reason, I failed. Now I need to regain the pride you squandered away with foolish wars. You lacked cunning and brutality, and wasted the blood of our people, I refuse to do the same." She turned into her office, and pulled a file from her cabinet, slamming it down on her desk. "Take a look Marianne, this is your next assignment."

Marianne flicked open the file, and as she read, a smile grew on her face. From the file peeked, in blood red letters the name;

OPERATION: PRIDE

The Green Cross would like to know your location.

Dreamersistan, The angel of charity, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity

Volinovia wrote:The Green Cross would like to know your location.

Green cross is just another target

Shavara, Dreamersistan, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and 1 otherDarkspawnerreich

The angel of charity wrote:Green cross is just another target

The Volinovian Armed Forces would like to know your location

The angel of charity, Aivintis, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states

Aivintis wrote:Let me guess: United Kingdom Postal Service?

BRUH. If you look at my country name you would know why it’s U.K.P.S United Kaiju Provinced States!

Dreamersistan, Aivintis, and Joao 3005

The angel of charity wrote:

The Fubuki Naval base was the stronghold of the Charitian Empire, dock space for five hundred warships, thousands of weapons, and endless soldiers lay on its premises. It was in disrepair now, large swaths of its vast system falling into dereliction, a stark reminder of how the empire had fallen. This was the home of the most prized imperial assets, IRIS, the famed strike witches, and the most powerful fleet available to Charitia, the Fubuki Strike fleet. Now, as war broke over the crippled empire once more, the old base roared to life.

Kobashiya was a grizzled commander, a once great admiral who had headed the defensive networks during the great disaster that was Operation; Scarlet Empire. His hair was silvered, stubble marking a strong jawline, and a rather bland military uniform, unadorned with medals, completing his outfit. He still bore the pain from the day of the surrender, when the base was turned over to the outsiders, who practically salivated over its mighty bulwarks. Now, was the time to strike back. As he walked down the halls of the base, past rushed personnel, and frantic officers, a wolfish grin overcame him. Fubuki would prove itself once again.

The control room was quiet when he entered, personnel quietly running maintenance checks on the IRIS system, readying their strike on the now antiquated system. A thrill ran through the man, as he took his seat. "Alright everyone, what's the situation?"

"We have satellite confirmation on all San Sierran targets on the Shiro islands, Fubuki strike fleet is in position, we can commence the strike at any time sir!"

"All electronic warfare suites online. Minefields three and four, online!"

"Mobile artillery, ready to fire!"

Koba chuckled. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Fire it all. Let not a single one of the foreigners live! Contact the strike fleet, tell them to let loose their first strikes."

"Yes sir!" The room called, as warning sirens began to blare through the base. As the IRIS system began to release its endless chatter, and the tactical screens filled with missile alerts, Koba smiled. This was warfare, something he had not felt since Scarlet Empire, and it filled his veins with fire. His troops knew Shiro, they knew its fortifications, its quirks, and every location the Sierrans had fortified and built up. This was their playground, and his men were about to begin the slaughter.

In the space of seconds, the IRIS system relayed the orders from high command down to the troops. Across the island chain, radars, communications, and cell phone networks crashed as Charitian jammers went up. The island was filled with the roar of anti-ship ballistic missiles, as launch silos, batteries of missile artillery, and a flotilla of warships dispatched hundreds of tons of ordnance to the hapless Sierran fortifications and warships who filled the former territory. Satellites were barraged with anti-satellite missiles, and ammunition depots were subject to cruise missile strikes.

Thus began the revenge of Charitia.

From the decks of the carrier Taiyo, a pilot climbed into her jet black type-170 next generation fighter. The radio squawked as she, with a deft series of commands, brought the massive aircraft to life. A jolt shook the plane as it left the sleek carrier and climbed into the sky. With a smooth twist of the throttle, the plane joined with the 40 other circling aircraft that composed the air group of the Fubuki strike fleet.

Her name was Amiya, and she was part of the famed Strike witches that had ripped apart the San Sierran navy during the Scarlet wars. Now, the witches would bring death to San Sierra once again. The payload on her aircraft was three hundred pounds of explosive, carried in five air to ground missiles. Deactivating her radar, she hooked up to IRIS, and began moving along with the air-group, towards their first target, a San Sierran destroyer last spotted one hundred kilometers to the West.

----------
"You've changed Haji." Marianne remarked as Hajira left the war council's room. She was wearing her customary loose attire, a stark contrast to Hajira's formal imperial robes.

Hajira nodded. "If people see us as so weak as to declare war on us without reason, I failed. Now I need to regain the pride you squandered away with foolish wars. You lacked cunning and brutality, and wasted the blood of our people, I refuse to do the same." She turned into her office, and pulled a file from her cabinet, slamming it down on her desk. "Take a look Marianne, this is your next assignment."

Marianne flicked open the file, and as she read, a smile grew on her face. From the file peeked, in blood red letters the name;

OPERATION: PRIDE

Btw, why did Shavara declare War on u?

Danelaw Scandinavia, The angel of charity, Volinovia, Aivintis, and 2 othersJoao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states wrote:BRUH. If you look at my country name you would know why it’s U.K.P.S United Kaiju Provinced States!

...
I said let me guess

Euricanis wrote:Yeah, if that were to ever happen, the programmers have massively failed at their job.

You. Did TAMDEG have a flag?

Danelaw Scandinavia, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity wrote:

The Fubuki Naval base was the stronghold of the Charitian Empire, dock space for five hundred warships, thousands of weapons, and endless soldiers lay on its premises. It was in disrepair now, large swaths of its vast system falling into dereliction, a stark reminder of how the empire had fallen. This was the home of the most prized imperial assets, IRIS, the famed strike witches, and the most powerful fleet available to Charitia, the Fubuki Strike fleet. Now, as war broke over the crippled empire once more, the old base roared to life.

Kobashiya was a grizzled commander, a once great admiral who had headed the defensive networks during the great disaster that was Operation; Scarlet Empire. His hair was silvered, stubble marking a strong jawline, and a rather bland military uniform, unadorned with medals, completing his outfit. He still bore the pain from the day of the surrender, when the base was turned over to the outsiders, who practically salivated over its mighty bulwarks. Now, was the time to strike back. As he walked down the halls of the base, past rushed personnel, and frantic officers, a wolfish grin overcame him. Fubuki would prove itself once again.

The control room was quiet when he entered, personnel quietly running maintenance checks on the IRIS system, readying their strike on the now antiquated system. A thrill ran through the man, as he took his seat. "Alright everyone, what's the situation?"

"We have satellite confirmation on all San Sierran targets on the Shiro islands, Fubuki strike fleet is in position, we can commence the strike at any time sir!"

"All electronic warfare suites online. Minefields three and four, online!"

"Mobile artillery, ready to fire!"

Koba chuckled. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Fire it all. Let not a single one of the foreigners live! Contact the strike fleet, tell them to let loose their first strikes."

"Yes sir!" The room called, as warning sirens began to blare through the base. As the IRIS system began to release its endless chatter, and the tactical screens filled with missile alerts, Koba smiled. This was warfare, something he had not felt since Scarlet Empire, and it filled his veins with fire. His troops knew Shiro, they knew its fortifications, its quirks, and every location the Sierrans had fortified and built up. This was their playground, and his men were about to begin the slaughter.

In the space of seconds, the IRIS system relayed the orders from high command down to the troops. Across the island chain, radars, communications, and cell phone networks crashed as Charitian jammers went up. The island was filled with the roar of anti-ship ballistic missiles, as launch silos, batteries of missile artillery, and a flotilla of warships dispatched hundreds of tons of ordnance to the hapless Sierran fortifications and warships who filled the former territory. Satellites were barraged with anti-satellite missiles, and ammunition depots were subject to cruise missile strikes.

Thus began the revenge of Charitia.

From the decks of the carrier Taiyo, a pilot climbed into her jet black type-170 next generation fighter. The radio squawked as she, with a deft series of commands, brought the massive aircraft to life. A jolt shook the plane as it left the sleek carrier and climbed into the sky. With a smooth twist of the throttle, the plane joined with the 40 other circling aircraft that composed the air group of the Fubuki strike fleet.

Her name was Amiya, and she was part of the famed Strike witches that had ripped apart the San Sierran navy during the Scarlet wars. Now, the witches would bring death to San Sierra once again. The payload on her aircraft was three hundred pounds of explosive, carried in five air to ground missiles. Deactivating her radar, she hooked up to IRIS, and began moving along with the air-group, towards their first target, a San Sierran destroyer last spotted one hundred kilometers to the West.

----------
"You've changed Haji." Marianne remarked as Hajira left the war council's room. She was wearing her customary loose attire, a stark contrast to Hajira's formal imperial robes.

Hajira nodded. "If people see us as so weak as to declare war on us without reason, I failed. Now I need to regain the pride you squandered away with foolish wars. You lacked cunning and brutality, and wasted the blood of our people, I refuse to do the same." She turned into her office, and pulled a file from her cabinet, slamming it down on her desk. "Take a look Marianne, this is your next assignment."

Marianne flicked open the file, and as she read, a smile grew on her face. From the file peeked, in blood red letters the name;

OPERATION: PRIDE

Is that a legitimate post or the response to the totally canon post.

Dreamersistan, The angel of charity, Volinovia, Aivintis, and 2 othersJoao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

Karatol-Advenra wrote:Btw, why did Shavara declare War on u?

Shavara wrote:Totally serious canon post:

San Sierra declares war on The angel of charity.

fite me
:Mibano:

OOC: jk

Shavara, The angel of charity, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and 1 otherDarkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states

Aivintis wrote:...
I said let me guess
You. Did TAMDEG have a flag?

It may have been a geuss but seriously you can see my country’s name clearly so idk what’s up with that

Aivintis, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

Aivintis wrote:

Oh.

The angel of charity, Volinovia, Aivintis, Joao 3005, and 1 otherDarkspawnerreich

Aivintis wrote:

That feeling when a real war started by a joke post.

The angel of charity, Volinovia, Aivintis, Joao 3005, and 1 otherDarkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states wrote:It may have been a geuss but seriously you can see my country’s name clearly so idk what’s up with that

Hmm.

Ultimate Kite People Sash?

Joao 3005 and Darkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states

Aivintis wrote:Hmm.

Ultimate Kite People Sash?

Ok now it’s just annoying

Joao 3005 and Darkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states wrote:Ok now it’s just annoying

Okay sorry.

Joao 3005 and Darkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states

It’s ok

Joao 3005 and Darkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states wrote:It may have been a geuss but seriously you can see my country’s name clearly so idk what’s up with that

The.

United Kingdom Pound Sterling?
U.K.P.S.

The angel of charity, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity

Volinovia wrote:The Volinovian Armed Forces would like to know your location

More food, yum.

Danelaw Scandinavia wrote:Is that a legitimate post or the response to the totally canon post.

It’s a legit post as a response to the totally canon post. He said it’s totally canon after all.

Shavara, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity wrote:More food, yum.
It’s a legit post as a response to the totally canon post. He said it’s totally canon after all.

nyoooooooooooooooo!

;^;

I will respond later

Danelaw Scandinavia, The angel of charity, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and 1 otherDarkspawnerreich

United kaiju provinced states

So uh not sure what all the wrongful country calling is all about but I would greatly appreciate it if you would please stop

The angel of charity and Joao 3005

The angel of charity wrote:More food, yum.
It’s a legit post as a response to the totally canon post. He said it’s totally canon after all.

...If this will be treated as a Totally Canon War I swear. If it will well....

Shavara, Dreamersistan, The angel of charity, Volinovia, and 2 othersJoao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity

Danelaw Scandinavia wrote:...If this will be treated as a Totally Canon War I swear. If it will well....

It is actually canon.

Shavara, Danelaw Scandinavia, Dreamersistan, Volinovia, and 2 othersJoao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity wrote:It is actually canon.

...Welp....

Dreamersistan, The angel of charity, Volinovia, Joao 3005, and 1 otherDarkspawnerreich

The angel of charity wrote:It is actually canon.

nation=volinovia/detail=factbook/id=1335470

The angel of charity, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

The angel of charity

Danelaw Scandinavia wrote:...Welp....

Enjoy the ride, you may have a new neighbor soon.

Shavara, Dreamersistan, Joao 3005, and Darkspawnerreich

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