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Region: The North Pacific

The angle of chairty

Montarc wrote:

”Here, 4th Division MAHG, Light Infantry, I want them there ASAP. I don’t care the costs, it’s the best we can do until we can get proper air support mobilized, for now the transport Helios will be the only thing we can muster. As for the coast, I want four destroyers moving into a patrol in the area, until then,” the man, clad in full dress attire, standing at the large board, a map of the area now colored and indicating troops, “here, the gunship Calypso, our last one of those, it’s in the area, what’s the armament?” An aide, of lesser rank and more psychically stout stature replied, “Well, let’s see,” he flips through records,”a double-mount water cooled Machine Gun turret, 7.62, and a direct fire 60mm mortar...” he looks back at the higher up, and to no surprise- “It’ll have to do, send it on patrol of the coast, tell it to radio any information, and to regularly report every refueling.”
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With a notice of evacuation issued days earlier, the Montarcian Army Home Guard 4th Division surrounded the industrial area, it was merely a collection of villages in a row on the coast and likely the civilians have mostly left by now. But, alas, the MAHG Light Infantry yomp along the sides of the road, the logistics units would follow behind. The men, in full kit and armament, move several miles past the checkpoints that made sure the foreigners wouldn’t escape easily. The yomping troops were to clear, village by village, meeting up with the advanced detachment (200 men deployed via helicopter, including the Division Sniper Squad) a quarter of the way through. The rest of the Division was ordered into a surrounding movement, with only one way out, through the checkpoint.
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“Rolling down, to Canteri’s town, or is it my imagination
I got a pass, were moving at last, for rest and recuperation”

The last group of troops sung, not but 2 minutes from touchdown in the exclusion zone. The advance troops were cheery, alike how most Montarcian soldier are to one’s surprise, nevertheless, they ready their M4B Rifles, Machine Guns, and the specialty of the Division Sniper Team, the bolt-action, long range, Rifle.

“Touchdown in 10 seconds” a sergeant yells, the troops readying to exit the helicopter. Soon, thump the helicopter touches down and the last of the advanced unit leaves it, assembling and leaving, with the previously deployed parts of the unit, and a two man team tugging along a Towed Heavy Machine Gun Emplacement. Their mission, simple enough, was to capture and hold a village containing a bridge across the creek in the area, until support from the rest of the Light Infantry arrives, and then the continuation of the sweep.
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The Official Response from the Montarcian Government:
We, Montarcians, will not act kindly to such threats, as such, we regret to inform you of the closure of the Steel Mills, and a MAHG Division will be deployed to see that arrests will be made, however, we will allow the arrested freely back into your custody once the sweep is complete. Negotiations will be arranged after completion as well.

Thank You,
The Third Republic of Montarc

"Boss! The Montarcan military is here!"

The office for Asphodel's steel production facilities in Montarc was a small affair, a potted fern in the corner, an uninspiring desk by the window, cramped among filing cabinets. A wizened man, hunched over the desk and bearing a set of white whiskers, sat silently, watching the intruder with indifferent eyes. A former mob boss, with numerous underground connections and who had once been known for a flair for the dramatic, he was now the unassuming director of the projects most reliable income source. Now, the montarcan Military was bearing down on them, before the last products and funds had been shifted back to the project. His name was Chorakev, his last name was always a source of mystery, and he seemed to enjoy keeping it that way.

"They have multiple helicopters and soldiers, and the bay has four destroyers lurking on the water." The private security officer continues, waving wildly in the direction of the bay with a black gloved hand.

With a sigh, Chorakev motions for him to quiet. "Good grief. Right before we were going to file a legal suit. Go and coordinate with the Marines here, don't bother with fighting, keep them out of the main building."

Dazed, the officer nodded, walking out of the office. As soon as he had closed the laminated door, Chokarev darts for his phone, dialing in the number of his lawyer with a gnarled hand. "Miki, the damned army is here! How long will it be before the legal challenge is filed?"

"It'll be a day or two Choka, given they didn't come with a court order, it should be pretty clearcut to get them off of you, but the system moves slowly." A smooth voice replies. There is a pause, then with an interested tone, she adds; "Wait, you mean 'there' there?"

"What do you think I mean you dense Git!?"

"Calm down, Christ." There was a sigh. "I believe your country will extricate you pretty soon, do you have my money transferred?"

"Of course." The sound of alarms begin to ring, as the sound of the chain link fence breaking sounds in the distance. Muttering under his breath, the old man stood slowly, ending the call. He grabbed his cane, and made his way out the door, to the wide glass doors of the office. He stood, between the four soldiers from the security firm, watching the helicopters from the Montarcan Military swoop in.

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Two warships cut through the waters outside of Montarc, flags flying proudly in the breeze. They were large for modern ships, old cruisers rebuilt for the rigors of combat. 180 VLs cells line their decks, endless lines of hatches shining in the sun. A single 127 millimeter cannon aimed skyward. Their bridge was clean, highly armored and imposing over the large ships.

"All stations, prepare for combat." Captain Hamija stood on bridge, reading the orders before him. His brow was creased, eyes scanning the document incredulously. "Montarc is moving to seize a core asset from our corporations. If our legal challenge fails, SCYLLA will begin. The attack shall be a multistage cyberattack, disabling the networking and electronic capabilities of the enemy, if only momentarily. From what we can see, the enemy have destroyers guarding the shore. We shall strike during the window of vulnerability, and rescue our personnel."

"Roger that." The first mate states, watching the rest of the officers silently move onto their work. A helicopter flew overhead, moving onto their patrol. Shifting, the deck tilted slightly to the right, as their sister ship swung away, both ships moving to attack formation.

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Along the internet of strangereal lurked a set of viruses, distributed by the Asphodel corporation by countless methods. together, they formed a botnet millions stron, for this purpose alone; To attack and degrade an enemy naation in the event of hostilities. Now, they were ativated.

A flood of server requests and cyberattacks was launched by the corporation, their target, Montarcan infrastructure. Aimed at the power and flight control systems that allowed the nation to run as usual, the attack was a mild taste of the coming confrontation. One that Asphodel had no intent on losing.

Lotion Empire, East supple lund, Snowlanda, Islands of Washington, and 1 other5 Kingdoms of Britannia

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