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Wait, are you saying that we could have used your airlines instead of this whole SR Antarctic Expedition?!
I lost over 2,300 men, and now I learn that I could have just gotten tickets?!
Jeez, life stinks.
Lorigia, Deerfenland, and The Soviet States of Europe
Nope!
The airlines are for tourists. Those who want to set up bases must go on Antarctic Expeditions.
Once setting up bases, Antarctic Airways and Glacea Logistic Planes will start flying over supplies.
Lorigia and Yugobatania
Post by Yugobatania suppressed by Territorio di Nessuno.
You finished with that animation yet?
Did you set up your Glacea Base yet?
Hi northies
Zazumo, Territorio di Nessuno, Lorigia, and Estantia
Hello!
Read from the top to bottom, this will get you up to date:
It began to steer off course, letting the ocean take it along, surrendering its massive hull to the grip of the waves. The fraction of light visible from the moon gleamed off the side of the ship, a giant mirror of light in the middle of a dark body of nothingness.
A large wave pushed the ship, hitting a large iceberg on the starboard side, causing an ear-splitting scraping sound within the hull of the ship, a large chunk of metal ripped from the hull. Water soon began to flood the walkway.
But no one came to mend the repairs. The once bustling walkways were empty, and most of all, flooded. Red lights and klaxons blared within the ship. Pressure gauges and warning dials were all over the place - yet no one came to mend the repairs.
If one were to shut off the sound of rushing water and the echoes of the klaxons within the ships hull, they might hear cries for help. And those cries for help came from the kitchen.
Culinary specialist Levin Jaroslav, 20, was the only crew of the destroyer YNS Verbatus left. Everyone else was either dead or drowned to their dooms in the vast expanse of the ocean. Levin, fortunately for him, had a small portable shortwave frequency radio, and since he was in the kitchen, all the food he needed - albeit a little soggy from the water. But at least he had food, right?
For what seemed to be centuries, Levin was desperately trying to contact someone - anyone - in the dire hope that his calls for help would be answered. But alas, he was most certainly going to perish in this damn ship.
Until…he heard…voices! Not from his head, no, but from the radio! There were people nearby!
Levin desperately tried contacting them on their frequency, hoping to be heard.
“Hello! Anyone! This is the YNS Verbatus!,” he cried. He began to madly shake the microphone in his hand, rage building up in his eyes. “Please, anyone, answer me!”
What he didn’t hear was the creaking of the flood doors to the kitchen. It began to buckle from the pressure. A bolt shot out from the door, nearly hitting Levin. He looked at the bolt, which landed next to him in the water-filled kitchen. Slowly turning around, he saw the kitchen flood door begin to break apart.
His only reaction left was to scream, but those screams were cut short when the door blasted at him, knocking him unconscious, as the water began squirming inside, like sheep being herded through a narrow fence line.
Levin would never see the light of day again.
The YNS Verbatus finally hit land, being the icy wastelands of the Antarctic. It was ten miles of course of where the original rendezvous point was, but it was not alone. For the other three ships of the 49th Yugobatanian Amphibious Carrier Group were also there. The destroyer YNS Fuget, sister ship of the YNS Verbatus, the amphibious assault ship YNS Karlos, and the logistics and supply ship YNS Armedeous.
But they weren’t docked, to the ice, oh no. They were abandoned, lifeless, and full of holes everywhere. The lead ship of the 49th YACG, the amphibious assault ship YNS Karlos, was wrecked, its various aircraft and helicopters scattered across a glacial plain. Some of them were even floating in the water. As well as various bodies, rocking back and forth from the waves.
Many of them were missing limbs, either from decomposition or from being preyed upon by the local wildlife.
In the distance, a figure watched the fleet in a mixture of sorrow and anger. The figure picked up his knapsack, and walked off into the snowy night, determined to get to one place: the rendezvous point.
For he was Vice Admiral Vickers Anderson, former commander of the 49th YACG aboard the YNS Karlos, now a survivor within this Antarctic hellhole.
He was gonna have a lot of explaining to do - that is, if he finds anyone at all.
Location of the 49th YACG in relation to original rendezvous point:
Vice Admiral Vickers Anderson
Vicky-class Amphibious Assault Ship
Crew count: 1,060 in total. 65 officers and 995 enlisted.
YNS Verbatus
Verbatus-class Destroyer
Rear Admiral Parker Winger
Crew count: 330 in total. 30 officers and 300 enlisted.
YNS Fuget
Verbatus-class Destroyer
Captain Mikel Vihaly
Crew count: 330 in total. 30 officers and 300 enlisted.
YNS Armadeous
Andros-class Logistics and Supply Ship
Lieutenant Commander Jovey Cycler
Crew count: 634 in total. 34 officers and 602 enlisted.
Calculated lives lost in total: 2,353 lives lost, excluding Vice Admiral Vickers Anderson, which would have made 2,354 lives lost if he was KIA.
Little did he know that that was actually Asthea's forces who were there recently. He walked up to the front of the YNS Karlos. Looking up, almost straight up at the sky, he marveled at how massive she was. 850 feet in length, and about 41,500 tons. Anderson had the chance of serving under her for almost 20 years, and never has she failed him.
But he has failed her. He walked up to the front bow, and touched her. Her smooth metal hull, filled with years of rough seas and countless voyages, and all of that led to here. This was no place for a ship like the Karlos.
Alas, all good things must come to an end.
The ship's stern was half sunken into the water, with about half of her beached on the ice. She was tilted to the left, overlooking the water. Unfortunately, that meant that most of the planes and helicopters slid into the icy water. But Anderson spotted one helicopter - on the deck.
Held only by a rope, tangled around the helicopter's landing gear. The nose was pointed downwards towards the water, and the rope looked like it would snap at any given moment, but it looked functional.
Anderson spotted the rope he used to get down from the ship. Now he would have to climb back up it.
He quickly hurried to the rope, and proceeded to climb up it. What made it difficult wasn't the amount of supplies he was carrying.
No, it was that he was old.
Or at least, in the eyes of his former young sailors. The wrinkles on his face began to grow ever more, and time after time he would look at himself in the mirror, contemplating if now really was the time to retire.
But a voice within the dark recesses of his brain always told him, "would you rather let a younger feller lead these men to their doom? Or would you rather have an grumpy old man lead them?"
Both decisions were bad, but he knew which one he had to take.
And so, with his 33 years of active duty, his younger self just wasn't there anymore.
But, eventually, he reached the deck of the ship.
Anderson quickly, albeit cautiously, treaded the sloped deck, hoping that the helicopter wouldn't snap, and fall, taking him with it.
Finally, he reached the chopper. But there was a problem.
How would he untangle it without letting it slide down?
He would have to conduct a cold start, letting the rotor rev up without him at the controls. Anderson would have to make the chopper ready to fly, and he would have to chase after it with his old legs, as it slid down the deck, into the icy cold water below.
Crap.
This is going to be difficult.
"Okay...here we go." Anderson got into the cockpit of the chopper, and began to slowly rev it up. He could hear the slow whine of the engine, as it refused to start. "Come on you damn thing! Work!"
The fuel gauge, indicated that, luckily, had at least half of its tank left. Suddenly, the engine began to whine up. The rotor blade started to spin. Anderson let the rotor spin for a bit, as for a quick exit.
"Now for the hard part."
He jumped out of the cockpit, and kneeled over to the rope. The wind from the rotors made it difficult for him to maintain balance, but he was managing. Pulling out a survival knife, he began to cut away at the rope. And slowly he could see the helicopter beginning to slide. He quickened the pace, as the chopper began to slide a little more down.
The loudness of the engine, and the cold from the snow wasn't helping either.
Moving his arm desperately back and forth, the engine began to rev even higher. Soon it was sliding at a walking pace. Anderson cut up the last bits of rope, and then the chopped began to slide ever faster.
Without thinking, Anderson chased after the chopper, as it slide from the front of the hangar deck to the back. Anderson jumped, grabbing onto the chopper's landing gear. He was being dragged along for the ride, as the chopper bashed and crashed into various crates and supplies in the way.
Anderson righted himself up, standing on the gear, like some sort of windsurfer using a helicopter as the sail.
He quickly grabbed onto the cockpit chair, pulling himself inside. Yanking back upon the stick, he pulled as hard as he could, and increased the throttle.
"Come on you bastard! Fly dammit!"
The chopper began to lift ever slowly, as it slid down the deck.
And then...
Liftoff!
The chopper's landing gears just barely touched the waves as it fell off the landing deck.
"Woohoo!"
Anderson buckled up, and began to fly towards the rendezvous point. And his back was hurting like hell. But hey, screw being old!
He picked up the microphone for the inbuilt radio, and began to send a message to all frequencies.
"This is Vice Admiral Vickers Anderson, captain of the YNS Karlos. I am calling to anyone in the area for rescue. I am the only survivor of the 49th Yugobatanian Amphibious Carrier Group. I am meeting at these coordinates."
Anderson states the coordinates to the original rendezvous point.
"Please, send help. Anderson, out."
He placed the microphone back in its holster. And still he had some back pains.
Yep, he most definitely was getting old. Perhaps he should retire after this. Move out to the countryside in Yugobatania.
Yeah, that would be nice.
And he continued flying towards the rendezvous point.
This is what Vice Admiral Vickers Anderson looks like:
https://imgur.com/GOHdqUi
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Territorio di Nessuno and Lorigia
After hearing about the attack at the border in the war room the Prime Minister , Minster Of War and Defense and a couple of other Generals and Commanders are in a meeting deciding to take action to this threat
"Mobilize the Forces they want a war we are fighting this is what they get" General Comizikov
"I agree with General Comizikov we need to mobilize the force as that shot at our troops! This is a act of war against our nation!" Lorigian General
"If we are going to war we would have a reason to do so sir" Alexi Minster Of War
"You are right but are we ready?" Nikolai Prime Minister of Lorigia
"We still have 200,000 troops still in Yelacapeva fighting their civil war" Lorigian General 2 Lighting a Cigar
A Lorigian General puts a map of Strangereal on the Table while everyone is rambling he points at where Aylwater is and starts making circles and lines
"If we move our tanks here and have air support we might have a chance to push them back" Lorigian General 3
"I don't know if that would work we can try" General Velisovich
"We should get help from our allies" Alexi Minster Of War
"And let them deal with our problem no way" Lorigian General 4
March 18 2038(Lorigian Calendar) The Military is Mobilized it's been a while since the First Aylwaterian war Now we will have another one much better or worse the last ones
Sirens go off in Ketrogrande as Soldiers March , Tanks and Motorized Vehicles starting the planes are almost ready to take off
Lorigia has declared war on Aylwater
Commonwealth Of Astoria and German holy roman empire
I see my neighbors are having a "friendly discussion"
Zazumo, Lorigia, and East supple lund
Rp
*Turns on radio *
-hello?Here Capitain Josh-Paul Derton of sovietic Antarctica research mission (SRAM) .Can you hear me?Yugobatian Antarctica base can you hear me?
Population: 24,600,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: National/Imperial Capital
Population: 10,900,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Pacific Port City/ Education Center
Population: 6,400,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Alaskan State Capital
Population: 9,700,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy/Evolutionary Catholicism
Status: Quebecois State Capital/Religious Center
Population: 5,200,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Banking Capital/Albertan State Capital
Population: 17,800,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Manitoban State Capital/Internal Trade City
Population: 2,300,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Alaskan Trade City/Manufacturing Capital
Population: 4,600,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Guinean Provincial Capital
Population: 7,200,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Malian Provincial Capital
Population: 9,800,000 People
Major Religion: Technocracy
Status: Colonial Imperial Capital/ Burkina Faso Provincial Capital
Population: 2,400,000 People
Major Religion: Lutheranism (Protestant)
Status: Colonial Imperial Capital/ Oslo Provincial Capital
Population: 900,000 People
Major Religion: Lutheranism (Protestant)
Status: Capital of Bergen Province/ Educational Haven
Population: 10,900,00 People
Major Religion: Anglicanism/Technocracy (Protestant)
Status: Colonial Imperial Capital/ London Provincial Capital
Population: 5,700,000
Major Religion: Anglicanism/Technocracy (Protestant)
Status: Capital of England Province
Should I make a template out of this?
Western Vapia and Lorigia
Upon Hearing of the immediate offensive that Lorigia has executed,Derwin Crommel has immediately took the defensive. Most outlooks have been abandoned,as troops needed to be pulled in for the offense. Multiple Aylwaterian troops shoot at the Lorigians,while others behind them start to dig in a trench,gathering wood and grenades. At this point,Derwin Crommel sees some strategy in trying to defend the Trench diggers by rolling in tanks.
Some soldiers move out o the tanks way,all while not getting too distracted,attempting to shoot at Lorigian soldiers,putting some of the down,but because of that simple distraction,multiple Aylwaterians die. But not a lot to the point that the tanks can’t do anything obviously. The tanks shoot,killing quite a bit of Lorigian soldiers (while sadly running over five Aylwaterian soldiers).
The trench is done,and while some troops stay in the trenches,other troops use this gap to encircle some of the Lorigians,as the plans says to do. (Also dudes,use the spoiler command. You can find all codes here.)
We are just having "Vodka and Diplomatic stuff" happening between me and my enemy neighbor
I love how it says that my employment is high, even tho I mostly employ robots. Nice.
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