| In Ūrlo, a small group of twelve insurgents attack the Green Cross there using guerrilla warfare, dressing up as mailmen, farmers, and the common man. These attacks are drawn out to avoid detection. |
| Meanwhile, the Union Peacekeepers have announced they will be arriving in Kurakona soon enough, roughly a few days. |
The Green Cross loses 10 personnel in the ambush. The Nation of Volinovia is outraged over the killing of unarmed Volinovians by the Insurgency. The Peacekeepers secure the area of the Ambush and begin trying to find those responsible. The Peacekeepers scout still trying to find the insurgent's position. The Peacekeepers arrest possible terrorists, only with evidence.
The Peacekeepers are partaking in full C-TOps. The Peacekeepers are now fully hostile towards the "Kookie Terrorist Cell" as it is called by the Peacekeepers. It is formally known as the "Kurakona Insurgency." The Peacekeepers are trained military service members. They will fight for their lives.
| At this point, the insurgency will terrorize the Green Cross and IJC Peacekeepers until Union forces arrive from the north, no matter the casualties. This conflict used to be about removing the corrupt power; now it's about removing the foreign entity. |
| In some of the bigger cities where Green Cross and IJC forces are present, drive-by shootings are used to wipe out Peacekeeping forces and capitulate Green Cross missions. The Insurgency will not answer to any foreign call. These foreigners will be dealt with accordingly. |
Zukchiva and Valsoran international court of justice
The International Peacekeepers respond in kind with the Insurgents. With a camp located by the Peacekeepers being attacked. All prisoners taken are held and transported back to Paragould for trail as War Criminals. The Peacekeepers continue finding all terrorist camps and attacking them. The ICJ Peacekeepers. The ICJ Peacekeepers act as a Police Force and chase down the shooters and arrest or terminate them.
The ICJ Peacekeepers take their HQ out of the city to keep the civilians out of harms way and use armored cars as transportation so that they can not be attacked via drive-by. The Peacekeepers start taking drastic actions, not illegal ones, but they kill any terrorist that does not surrender and begin acting as more of a Police Force, defending themselves instead of pushing hard. When they find a terrorist camp it is destroyed by an overwhelming attacking force. But they show mercy and accept surrender.
The Peacekeepers are extremely cautious. But not to the point they are weak by indecision. They do not take unnecessary risks, and they do not expose themselves. They are trained and ready for this exact event. They will handle themselves appropriately.
The years fly
Tears yet to dry
Where we go
Alone from here
Our own fear
Darkness shades while sanity deters
Whispers from the shadows
Are finally heard
What is wrong with me?
I've suffered so
Death is a toll we must all take
Couldn't it have wait? Just another day
Oh when will I see you again
Fate is cruel
To the harsh cold blue
Tell me it's not true
Tell me it's a nightmare
That day will break
The monsters were fake
I won't have to hate
Each day I grow closer to the edge
A ghost I am
A failure of a man
Again and again I must think of my loss
Couldn't it have wait? Just another day
No one can help if the angels won't come
Leaving you numb
Empty halls surround your space
What used to be
A wondrous place
Laughters from the shadows i finally hear
Left to my own fear
Death is a toll we must all take
Couldn't it have wait? Just another day
My soul instead to take
Rather than live this cruel fate
o<o~Brethren song about Aiden's father after you know what. Heavily inspired by acceptance ost from silent hill shattered memories.
At 10''00 today, Xi-Chang government has decided that they will be implementing a county-wide lockdown after cases of the "Qing Virus" have been reported outside of the Quarantine Zone. The Government of Xi-Chang will also be implementing martial law and a cerfew for the whole country. Trade with Xi-Chang will be temporally suspended along with travel into the city.
So far there have been 2,320 people dead and 13,000 people infected with the Qing Virus. There have been no recoveries. If you or a loved-one has contracted the virus, please call 111 for evaluation and extraction. If you require a dispose of a body who has died of the disease, please call 112.
The ICJ and Green Cross request that they are able to up the response team from 200. It comes with a statement.
"The ICJ and the Green Cross have a duty to guard and protect the people of the world. We understand that your Government may not see eye to eye with our organization, but these are real people with families. We must be allowed to go there and fight the virus. If we do not it could spread and kill even more people. Allow us to help, please."
The Green Cross doctors that are there have sent samples to the lab in Volinovia and it is being researched. The Green Cross has samples to any nation that would like to assist in combating the outbreak. We ask that all nations suspend travel and trade with Xi-Chang on your end so that we can keep this manageable. We will compensate the Nation of Xi Chang for any economic losses if they allow us to step up our aid.
Hajira was furious as she stormed into the situation room. Her generals snapped to attention as she entered, knuckles white as she clutched at her daily briefing. She nodded as they bowed, before slamming down a mission folder onto the hardwood table. As her generals looked on in shock, she took a deep breath and composed herself. She jabbed one finger down at the folder; "Make this happen! Before the day is up, I want to see movement!"
It was nothing close to measured, nothing like a calm controlled fury, she was practically screaming. There was a small jolt throughout the room, as if a gun had been fired. Cautiously, a grizzled man, with a greying beard and wrinkled face, took the folder, and slid open the contents, before his eyes widened.
"This plan?" He asked, his face paling. Marianne, from her seat at the table, leaned over to take a look. As her eyes fell over the title, her eyebrows shot up.
"Did I f-cking stutter?! Execute the plan within the week, or I shall have you all shot."
Marianne looked up at the young empress, her expression hovering between worry and some awe. "Dear, are you sure this is the best plan? This is extreme even by my standards. If I were you, I'd just raze their capital and string up the heads of their leaders. This is a bit extreme."
Hajira simply nodded, and as she turned to leave, the war room fell into a rush of whispers, as the file on the desk was passed about. They want war? Those a*sholes will get war. She quietly fumed; They can't simply expect us to back down, no one can support our enemies and live. Even as our bluff was called, they shall pay, and they shall pay dearly. If Charitia is seen as this weak by the world, their is only one remedy. To kill as we have never killed before.
She was vaguely aware that her head hurt like fire, and as her vision swam, she staggered into her room. Slowly she unclenched her fists, and quietly sank into her bed. As she lay there, she seemed to melt, the hardened, angry persona leaving her, until she seemed small and insignificant once more. This was when she began to sob.
The Fubuki naval base was filled with the roar of missile launches, as the attack on its surroundings began. Already, amphibious assault ships were leaving port, escorted by the monstrous forms of the Supercarriers that resided at the naval base. The contrails of jet aircraft filled the air like lacework, and the endless plumes of missile smoke had turned the sky into a milky blue. This was only the beginning of the end for Sierran control of Shiro, however.
Over the cities and ports, over military depots and fortifications, the mighty airgroups of the strike fleet could be seen, sowing death and despair upon the hapless military below with thousands of pounds of ordnance. Already, strategic bombers were taking the air, loaded down with massive payloads. The strike witches were bearing down on the hapless San sierran fleet, blindsided by a mix of jamming and complete destruction of the island's surveillance systems.
"We have the target in sight." Amiya's helmet hissed, as a small red indicator showed upon her screen. A type-170 was an unusual aircraft, relying on two stealthy drones controlled by IRIS to do reconnaissance for it. At this point, all the enemy could see would be an intermittent contact flitting 20 kilometers out, fitted with a scanning array radar that made it near impossible to track.
"We have contact with the enemy destroyer, fire at will." Her group leader stated, and Amiya smiled. This was the revenge for the death empire, and she would gladly take it. Her aircraft shook as it fired off it's payload, eight small missiles meant to penetrate the missile storage systems of the enemy warship, and turn it into a fireball.
The high command for the Fubuki naval base was exuberant, and general Kobashiya was grinning like a madman. This was already going far better then expected, and would only get better. The din of alarms, roar of launches, and the shouting of men only added to the thrill in the room. This, this was war.
"Sir, fourty aircraft, from Shavara, heading towards our airspace, the destroyer Yuuko and Zaiho are in range, and we have contact via the Linho's CAP. Shall we engage?"
"Turn them to dust, we're onto the next stage of our operation."
The destroyer Yuuko banked hard as it prepared to engage. From its endless rows of missile cells, fire erupted from port after port as it emptied its silos of missiles. 150 surface to air missiles blanketed the sky, adding to the assault from the Fubuki island air group towards the hapless Sierran air group. A cheer erupted on deck as the last missile left its hangar, joining the endless stream of smoke that blanketed the sky.
By now, heavy fuel was burning in the bays of military ports and the clean waters of Shiro, blanketing the islands in dark black smoke. In the nearby ports the black smoke of ruined warships filled the air, twisted wrecks of warships and bodies choking the bays. As the screams and sirens filled the air, a steady thrum filled the air, the roar of helicopter rotors. What few radars were still operational picked up swarms of anti-radiation missiles heading their way as, high in the sky, swarms of jets made their way to begin crushing any visible signs of resistance. The war, which had begun mere hours ago, was already crushing in its success.
On the Charitian border with Kianhua, Marianne walked off of her personal helicopter, towards the general of the eastern forces. Her olive green trench coat flew about her in a craze, joining the her long black hair as it gave into the wind. She bore a black binder in her hand, and on her face was a grim look of resolution.
"General Marianne, a pleasant surprise, what are you here for today?" The man asked, as she approached.
"Hajira has authorized operation decay. I'm here to oversee you carry it out." She responded bluntly, handing him the binder. He paled at her words, and turned to walk along with her.
"Operation decay is the most radical operation plan we have on Orientalis, done under purely theoretical terms. You can't mean that she's serious. Even you thought it was overboard."
"This is certainly more distasteful then I'm used to. However, we must carry it our before Kianhua finishes moving their soldiers. They plan for a massive buildup, and we must catch them before that." Marianne stated calmly.
"But why this? You were doting over your sweet niece not long before."
"I made a mistake. We can only see if she goes back as time goes on. I wanted her to be more like me, and that may have been a mistake."
OPERATION DECAY; START
In the plaza of the imperial capital, a hundred executives stood, hands tied behind their backs and blindfolded. These were Kianhua corporate executives, rounded up from around the country to mark the start of decay. And this, would mark the start of Hajira's plan. She stood before them, a hundred palace guard holding assault rifles behind her. In her hand she gripped a pistol, and as she raised it to aim at the hapless victims before her, a smile grew on her face.
She seemed to freeze, her arm tensing, but her finger refused to move. For a second, she seemed to waver, staggering back half a step, before regaining her composure. Then, she pulled the trigger, and thus died the first victim of operation decay. Scarlet blood sprayed across the plaza, as the imperial guard leveled their own rifles, and joined in.
Charitia never declared war. The attack happened the second Hajira pulled the trigger. A massive cyberattack across Shinnokawa and Kianhua, targeting hospitals, power plants, cell phone companies, and a countless other public utilities. A wave of anti-sattelite missiles aimed to crash Kianhua's internet, television, and datalink access. A mass assault of anti-radiation missiles, jamming signals, and coordinated missile strikes on airfields. A mass wave of aircraft, sent surging across the border, to crush the immediate defenses under waves of missile assaults and cannon fire, supporting by enough artillery fire to level a forest. This, would be the start, to operation decay.