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The Reaching Hand of Darkness; Operation Titan begins
Topic Started: Jun 14 2009, 02:09 PM (2,802 Views)
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OOC: GAAAHHHH, I'm such a prick for dropping off when I did. Ah well, I guess I'll go with the plans we discussed that one time, eh Porcu?

Çerdon Wilderness, near Forte Pinnacle (Trondheim)

Definitely an officer.

The imposing man with close-cropped blonde hair sat at his desk in what was once a police station, smiling warmly to whoever was on the other end of the cell phone call. Emile had been watching this man for a week, become familiar with his habits and schedule. The man was most certainly an officer, although none of his men saluted or let on any physical clue to their commander's identity --This wasn't the movies. No, it showed in the soldiers' faces, in the way they straightened and put out their cigarettes as he approached. So this man was going to be his prey. He made this phone call every night. God knows to who. What if it was to a wife? A child? Was he ordering someone's death?

After the call, Emile thought to himself, Right after he hangs up.

The hairs on his arms stood at attention, and, despite the cold, the hunting rifle's grip was slippery with his sweat. He had never shot at a person. He knew that it was stupid to wait, not while he had the man right in his crosshairs, taunting him unconsciously. But he would give the man the mercy that he (or whichever of the butchers, it didn't matter anymore) hadn't given to Emile. His father and brothers had all been in the town when the Porcuians came. Emile had been in this same spot, looking through the same scope, after the screams started. The dark stains on the face of the town hall had dried and cracked, all that was left of everyone he had known.

The officer hung up, and Emile's entire body tensed reflexedly, but he took a deep breath to calm himself down, and one more to hold and steady his hand. He squeezed the trigger slowly until it gave way. Then the familiar crack of the gunshot came, and the blond man was dead. The sniper rose slowly and crept away into the falling night, as a clamor was raised too late by the town's garrison.

"So, young Emile, you got him? Your first kill? How does it feel?" Back at camp, he was clapped on the back by an older partisan.

"It feels... well, numb. But my hands are still shaking." He decided not to mention the erection he still maintained since the shot, and the terrible shadow of manhood that loomed over his conscience.




Prcu's blitzkrieg had quickly engulfed the entirety of an unprepared Çerdoné, and brutal martial law in the cities left the only pockets of resistance in the wilderness, ambushing Fascist convoys and sniping occupying soldiers. A slow trickle of city dwellers smuggled past the roadblocks bolstered the partisans' numbers, but were at the moment little more than a nuisance to the invading army.
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

Looking back to the weeks that followed Duce Carlsson's death historians would marvel at the lack of internal strife. It was clear that the Wehrmacht was the real power behind the Fascist Party but OKW had twice failed to end the party's hold over the small Scandinavian nation and her people. This was chiefly the case because the Fascists had risen the military to a level not seen in a few hundred years. Many of the generals were staunch traditionalists, preferring a strong military and a strong government, but after experiencing totalitarianism for themselves they shifted.

Finally having a real opportunity to contest for complete power in Porcu the military elite, chiefly Field Marshal von Regensburg, Air Marshal Meijvogel, and Admiral Koenraad, began in earnest to prepare themselves for the coup. Support from fellow commanders was not difficult to get but a huge challenge remained for the leaders as the days lapsed - Foreign government support. Koenraad had been sending out specially coded messages, knowing full well that the Kasnyians had broken their transmission codes, with the intent of stating their case. The generals were fully prepared to turn against the Dominion, and in fact wished to, but without some confirmation from the Coalition Porcu would find herself in an impossible situation.

In a last ditch effort to contact Coalition leadership, Abwehr Chief Koenraad dispatched this message directly to various Coalition intelligence services:

SECRET TRANSMISSION #44.33.267.33567.1.24.5.7775
Abwehr im Oberkommando der Wehrmacht
Dear Sirs,

Though you may or may not be aware, Porcu has been without a Fascist leader for nearly two months now. The Wehrmacht, under the guidance of its high command (OKW), will seize power and depose all Fascist leadership within Porcu and greater Scandinavia in three days time. Our intention is not to continue fighting against Coalition forces, but rather to fight against the very force that aided and propped up the Fascist government of Porcu. In three days time, a general ceasefire order shall be given to all combat forces once the military coup is successful. It is at this time that a new, pro-Coalition government shall be announced and begin fighting Dominion forces.

Brothers and fellow Men of Arms, bless us with your support; let not an opportunity to show your reasonable judgment and compassion slip from your hands.

Admiral Nicolaas Koenraad
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Denmark was in ruins and the Military was retreating, Denmark was entirely lost. Fortunately for the Menhadiens, control of North Sea was still firmly in Allied control. With Menhadien assets retreating from Denmark, the Navy, Air Force and Marine units made a massive push into the straights. Porcuian units where holding on by a thread, the combined assault from Menhadien and Kasnyian forces did more damaged to the remaining Porcuian units and ships.
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The old man slowly woke, his joints aching from old wounds and old age. His hobbled over to his stove, just a a few feet away. His little hut was nothing to be proud of, it was dark and dirty.

*Knock Knock*

The old man limped over to the door, and opened it with caution.

"Yes," His voice had not weakened with age, it still boomed with authority.

"Uh, yes I'm with Cambridge University," he paused, the old man's stare had unnerved him, "I'm here studying and chronicling the fall of Menhad, and the locals around here say you where a soldier back then," his finished weakly.

At once the old man's look changed, his eyes seem to glaze over while he inhaled deeply. His back stiffened and he lifted his chin higher.

"I was, come in."

OOC: "YOU"LL NEVER DEFEAT ANDROSS!"
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Jul 9 2009, 07:30 PM


OOC: I like writing in this perspective. Any comments on how I'm doing?
OOC: I like it, hope I'm not pushing you forward to fast.

From Valencia to Zaragoza

Coalition forces met more resistance than they would have liked when Srolonkan forces which the Russians felt were no more than armed thugs began harassing the lines at Valencia. It was an added distraction that the Coalition Commanders did not want to deal with but it was something they had to put down if they were going to take Valencia. Luckily it was something they could and did put down as though they were evenly match technologically the Coalition forces had better trained soldiers than that of the Srolonkans. Many fell at the hands of the Coalition but it was at the cost of lives the Coalition had no desire to lose.

When Coalition forces pushed the Srolonkan forces to their border, they again focused on the city of Valencia. Telosanti forces along with other smaller groups made great strides into the city center, which put down a lot of the enemy's artillery and tanks, allowing for Coalition tanks and men to move into the city more quickly. Thanks to the distraction from the North, it took the Coalition three weeks to finally take the city of Valencia but when they did it was to great relief on both the part of the Coalition as well as the natives. Like before, the Coalition returned the administration of the city back to its pre-Catholic administrators. Then after a few days rest and re-supplement the Coalition continued their march North.

Now the Catholics were really feeling the pitch of the Coalition's Iberian plan. Their only lands left were those within the border of Srolonka and the former lands controlled by Russia. Now along the border of Srolonka the Russians along with the Coalition forces that had followed them which included many Telosanti soldiers were meeting up with other Coalition forces which had been sweeping across Iberia like the broad stroke of a paint brush. Meeting in camps Coalition commanders decided that Zaragoza should be taken instead of Tarragona. Although Tarragona was along the coastline and would prove valuable to Coalition efforts in the Mediterranean, Zaragoza was the political capital of Srolonka.

If the Coalition, and the Russians in particular, want to reach Barcelona and the Pyrenees without much delay, the Catholic sympathizers in Zaragoza had to be dealt with. The Russians and Telosanti commanders argued this fact heavily given their recent experience in Valencia. Eventually their argument won out and it was decided that if Zaragoza fell so would Tarragona. The Russians assured their Telosanti comrades that they for one were in no mood in taking it easy on the city of Zaragoza. "We shall burn it to the ground, if we have to" was the general remark from the Russian commanders.

When the lines were made and the formations set, the Coalition stepped over the border and began their march of the Srolonka political capital. They Catholics would be having help in this fight and they knew it, but the Coalition planned on outnumbering them with men, artillery, and aircraft. Once they made it within sight of the city they would begin a bombing campaign which would be comparable to that of the Russian's previous Cordoba campaign. The Catholics would pay for the crimes in Iberia, and the Srolonka's were to be found guilty as well on the grounds of association.
Edited by NRE, Jul 11 2009, 12:38 AM.
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Juan Alberto Belloch, head of the Belloch family had barely been able to consolidate power in Zaragoza before war broke out. Taking attention away from the former capital in Tarragona had been difficult, but a consolidation effort involving the underhanded assassinations of anyone who disagreed and rallied Srolonkans to go against the Bellochs. It had gone far, but ultimately resulted in the death of Juan’s second-cousin. He had loved the man, but he took a turn of opposition, and Juan was put under pressure to silence him.

These gains, while bloody were being undone. Juan’s bloody reign had been a simple one. The Belloch family had established a security organization. Men with submachine guns and fast cars would show up anywhere needed, and blur the lines between law enforcement, thugs, and death squads. Rarely equipped with anything heavier than grenade launchers and RPG-7s, the Russian and Telosanti forces that began to force their way into Srolonka were able to outmatch the Srolonkan security forces at every turn.

Zaragoza’s defenses were slim, as the Belloch family had considered their name alone enough of a defense to stave off invasion. Little good did it do, as Russians fought their way into the city. The sounds of mortars and other munitions striking the city, leveling buildings and symbols of the Belloch’s brief and bloody reign were seen as a mixed blessing in the city. The people wanted the Syndicate eradicated, but hoped to keep the Russians from carving a bloody crest into the city.

From a window in his villa overlooking the city at the top of a hill, Juan had a very clear view of what was occurring below. “We are done here, my friends. We are going to move to Tarragona before these Russians can finish what they sta…” he tried to say, getting cut off as a missile struck the villa, annihilating Juan, his wife, several brothers and cousins, and in turn the backbone of the Belloch family.

Though the Syndicate was technically smashed, the people of Srolonka were seeing the Russian fight as one of revenge and survival now. Zarazoga had fallen with little effort, but what mattered to them was the besmearing of Catholicism.
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Five weeks later.

With the Menhadiens using their last breath to assist the push against Porcu's forces in the straits, the Kasnyians decided not to let it fall to waste, and struck a powerful blow against them, acting as the anvil to the Menhadien's hammer. Porcu didn't stand a chance and were not even able to escape without taking a great deal of damage. In a little over a month, the straits were retaken by the Coalition, at the cost of Menhad's remaining fighting strength, and of Denmark, which would allow the Dominion to directly challenge the control soon enough.

Kasnyia, ever grateful, and now no longer fearing an attack from the south, stopped defending Scandanavia, and began attacking northward in earnest, on the road to the Porcuian capital.

The Kasnyian Navy on the other hand, having now rid itself of the nuissance to the south, began a campaign to hunt down Porcuian warships where ever they hid, led by the mighty Soldat, which had now (along with the rest of its battle group) abandoned its blockade and had now gone ahead and closed in on the harbor proper, to give cover for amphibious forces that used their landing craft to give hell to the port defenders, even establishing beach heads time and again before being driven off a few hours later. In a few weeks, the Soldat would be given permission to launch a more full scale assault on the harbors, to remove Porcu's coast from them and force a surrender.

But in the meantime, the Soldat would play with its prey, as it gathered resources.

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The Dominion 8th Army, now in charge of the German-Denmark sector, started establishing missile batteries in Denmark, to launch against Kasnyian naval units and structures across the strait, but having only just annihilated everything in the area, it would take a few weeks before anything arrived. Kasnyia would be safe in the south for the time being.

Meanwhile, the Dominion forces in Scandanavia proper began slowly and methodically strengthening Porcu's holdings in the north, as well as quickly establishing a rail-fed supply line right into Porcu, seemingly just in time for the fresh Kasnyian advance. With Yshurak's harbors in the south still out of their control, the Dominion could only gain access to coast guard level warships, all used to defend their coast from enemy attack. As such, the Baltic Sea could not be relied upon to send supplies.
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Zaragoza, Iberia

Thus far, this fight would be Corporal Alexander Lynton's favorite battle of the war. He sat with his squad safely in his trench while the flyboys had fun pummeling the city into a smoldering pile of garbage. The army seemed perfectly content to let the airforce handle this one. A few bombers went down every time they went over. Most of the time they landed in the city, their bombers becoming their funeral pyre. If they got out of the plane alive, they were likely shot coming down or tortured for information.

This time a plane went down before it reached the city, but not far from it. The pilot was alive, he'd radioed for help. After the fire burned itself out, Catholic/Srolonkan troops marched out to it. Lynton and his squad started running for the downed aircraft. A few pistol shots came from the plane, the pilot was fighting back. A burst of fire from the Catholics made him keep his head down. By then the squad had reached the plane, taking cover and shooting at the exposed soldiers. Those who survived either surrendered or ran while Lynton's squad rounded up prisoners.

The pilot thanked them profusely, "Now I'll get to see Becky again! Thank you! May whatever god you beleive in bless you till you're holier than Jesus himself!" He went on and on as they brought him back. He was so annoying after a while Lynton considered shooting him and saying he was lost in the rescue. They arrived back at the trenches before he could decide either way. The pilot was rushed off to the field hospital to ensure he was alright.

While they were out rescuing the pilot, the rest of the flight had bombed the city. Several mentioned a Belloch or Bellan or Bello was killed. It didn't matter either way, he was important enough that Srolonkan forces backed out and without their help the Catholics withered on the vine. Another city down and so little fighting he had to do!
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Zaragoza, Srolonka

The Coalition victory in Zaragoza was greatly appreciated by the Russian commanders who had personally hoped to see the city fall. The Belloch family was a personal thorn in the side of the Russians, Telosanti and other Coalition forces which fought in Valencia. Finding the evidence that they had been hit by artillery at their family estate was something the Commanders saw as a duty of good will to the Srolonka people. Their eradication would surely put the city and the country back onto a track of progresses. Of course the Russians were now walking a fine line.

They had not come to Iberia to conquer, they were along with the rest of the Coalition simply liberators. However, now they had a city and to a great effect a country without a government. Surely they could help organize an election or prop up a King, but in this time of war such processes were going to take time they did not have. The only option the Coalition had for the time being was to install a general and keep forces in the city to maintain martial law. This was not something the Empire was particularly interested in since the Srolonkan people were not a people the Russian had any connection to.

Thus what needed to be done was done and a resemblance of order was created in the capital city. With the people pacified for the moment the Coalition turned their attention eastward to the city of Tarragona. It was the last major port still within Catholic control save for Barcelona. Taking it would bring the Russian finally within arms reach of their former territory and it would bring the Coalition that much closer to pushing the Catholics into the Pyrenees. Doing so would either result in a retreat for the Catholic or back them into a wall for which the Coalition could corner them and destroy them.

The Russians led to the charge once again towards Tarragona. They requested the Telosanti take the lead with the first wave of troops into the city. It was a dirty job but they were well respected troops by the other Coalition forces and had proven themselves to handle situations such as that well. Russian commanders assured Telosanti commanders that their troops would have full artillery and bombing support. Like Zaragoza, Tarragona would be shown no mercy though if it was discovered that former Russian ships were in the harbor being re-fitted by the Dominion, they were to take care in capturing them if possible.

The first rays of light were reaching across the Iberian when the Coalition found itself outside the limits of Tarragona. The Coalition Commanders hoped to have the city taken within a weeks time.
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It was true that many Srolonkans loathed the Belloch family, and that they wished to come under a more worthy government. However, it was also true that the threat they felt their beliefs faced needed to be recognized.

Zaragoza had been all but demolished, but Tarragona stood brightly. Having been a strong cultural center for the population under previous governments there were many who felt that the city should be saved, but still many who would prefer to fight. With the fall of the Bellochs though, a major wave was able to sweep through the countryside, and nearly overnight those who had suffered from the media blackout went to work faster than the coalition. News had spread, and dissention was on the rise.

The galvanized Catholics were limited in number, but felt their purpose was righteous, so they dug in on the outskirts of Tarragona. It was closer to the coalition forces, but in one of the few remaining places that they could be encamped without angry Srolonkans willing to boot them for hawking.
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Gdynia, unprecised day

Gdynia had been for decades the only window of the landlocked Marslava on the Baltic Sea and was so considered of a great strategic importance for the commands .
Who detained Gdynia could theorically rely on a good harbour and even open a new front against the Domionion .
Until now the Porcuian navy had protected the area, but now it was starting to crumble against the Kasnyan ships and the coast was left virtually unprotected by the Dominion .
But the area itself, even if men could now survive within it, didn't offer itself for a permanence .

The area, seriously affected by the fool bacteriological warfare conducted by the Marslavans, was troublingly silent : the houses were empty and abandoned to the wild dogs, cats and rats ( the only forms of animal life who continued to frequent Gdynia ), while the bunkers were full of the Marslavan soldiers who once commited suicide to avoy the consequences of their fool attempt to infect the entire Mircania .
The VIIIth Army had renonciated to keep there a garrison, because the rate of suicides had reached an untolerable rate among the garrison and since then Gdynia had known no human presence .

Men are however fool and can do anything to win a war and so happened with the Marslavan Legion .
At the dawn a group of small boats approached the coast, where the gray waters of the Baltic melted themselves with the gray sand of Poland, and landed a small group of men .
They were in their protective suits as it was believed that there were traces of the bacteries which had killed Gdynia .
The leader of the group was Lieutenant Tevlnik, the same who had led the irregulars in Yucatan, him and his men headed towards the bunkers to recuperate some equipment .
They opened the doors of the bunkers and saw the spectacle of hundreds of corpses, of the XIth Division, the doomed one, which was responsible for the worst delict of the Marslavan history .
They had surely deserved their sort, yet the misery in which they died was troubling .
Now it was the duty of these few men to start disinfecting the bunkers and render liveable this restricted area, a titanic task .
Officially the Baltic front had been re-opened .

OOC : If there is a battle here, it will me in the most harsh environment of Europe, would be interesting .


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Official Statement of George Heider, Foreign minister of Holy Roman Empire.

Except for Wuttemberg occupied, as by treaty, by dominion forces, the force of Dominion and Coalition are again invited to not violate the borders.

His Imperial Majesty Philipp IV has also ordered to open the doors to refugees and civilians that are running away from the madness of the war, so any attempt to stop peacefull trip in our lands will provoke immediate reaction.
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Nearly a week after their decisive victory in the Netherlands, the fighters had made it to the central Mediterranean, where the Coalition Navy faced off against the greater bulk of the Genesian fleet. The fighting between the two sides was pitched, with heavy losses on both sides. The fighters ahead of the fleet were the only thing keeping the Gekko gunships at bay, but they were starting to show cracks.

The squadron of Fox fighters had a simple mission: While the other fighters defended the fleet, they're job was to break through the enemy fleet and take out as many Gekkos as possible.

The mission was fairly easy to pull off, and soon, more than they could even imagine, the Gekkos were eliminated, along with their stockpile of Hammerhead torpedoes.

With the Genesian fleet broken and the threat of Gekkos gone, the Coalition navy moved in to capture Sicily. Now only the Eastern Mediterranean, east of the Italian peninsula, remained under Genesian/Dominion control.

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Will post again after Iberia has fallen.
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Tarragona, Srolonka...

The initial bombardment by Coalition aircraft was ever bit as relentlessness as it had been in Zaragoza. The only difference it seemed was that the bombers made sure that they stopped short of hitting the harbors in Zaragoza. Just as the Russians had expected, the Dominion and the Catholics had moved Russian, Roman, and other Iberian ships here to have them refitted for Catholic and Dominion services. The Russians wanted their property restored and would see to just that. When the bombing campaign ended, artillery lit up the city for hours as targets were softened all over. The initial wave of ground forces entering the city were made large. They noticed the Catholics digging in for a fight and the Russians for one would see to it that they were completely ran over.

Having led so many of the initial waves into the already conquered cites, the Telosanti made the majority of the soldiers who would see battle first. Artillery and tanks struck hard at the Catholic lines and made pathways through their lines where possible. Its an ugly thing, trench warfare, but a soldiers duty is his life and obeying orders is all he knows. They may not of liked it but the Telosanti, Russians, and the rest of the coalition ground forces trekked on through taking each trench that they could as the forces themselves into the city. Once inside the fighting transformed almost at once into urban jungle tactics. Street corners and open plazas were the most dangerous areas to be in. Coalition Commanders were now measuring their successes in city blocks not miles of land.

They continued into the night and back to day for the next few days and the tactics of the Catholics were getting more radical. Suicide bombers and roadside bombs all showed the Coalition that the Catholics were getting desperate for a victory. Onwards the Coalition pushed until finally they reached the harbors and began securing the ships. It was then with the harbor in their control that the Catholics began surrendering to the Coalition. Those that did not either attempted fatal pushes against Coalition forces or found was of retreating further north. Tarragona was now yet another Coalition held port and with Coalition forces now sweeping across the entire country, Srolonka was now being forced to be a friendly state.

Martial law was instituted and a few Coalition commanders were left in Zaragoza to administer it while they worked with local leaders to setup a better solution. They were of course cautious of these people given their choice in sides before the battle for their country began. Still, the Russians like many of the Coalition nations were not in Iberia to conquer and annex. They were liberators and in that cause they would no take control of a country for good. They would help the Srolonkan people setup a new government and once again rule themselves.

These of course were things that were best suited for the politically minded commanders of the Coalition. For the Russians and other Coalition forces there were still more Catholics to fight. However, after months of fighting the Russians finally saw the light at the end of the Tunnel. They now had their forces positions at the border with their Iberian protectorate. Barcelona lay mere miles away from their current position. Now with the help of their Coalition allies the Russians would be able to take back the port and what remained of their forces and their fleet already there. Closer still was the Coalition's goal of pressing the Catholics against the Pyrenees. They would either back themselves against it or retreat over them. Which they would chose was anyone's guess but soon enough the Coalition would have their answer.
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Barcelona, Iberia

Rule #10032 of the Army: Never complain about the pay, Corporal Lynton thought to himself as he sat in intense fear 3,000 miles above the ground. "Want more pay, Lynton? More money in the paycheck? Paratroopers make twice as much as you do! Try it out!" Now he remembered why he joined the Army and not the Air Force.

As they smoothly sliced through the clouds, thunder rumbled below. The artillery had been softening the enemy lines for hours, careful to avoid damaging the city. When it ended, the army would push forward and the paratroopers would drop over the center of Barcelona, flanking the main portion of the Catholic army which would likely be too busy facing the incoming army to notice another small army dropping right out of the sky.

The suddenly, the thunder ended. A hard faced captain started shouting to put on the parachutes and get ready to jump. The pilot ducked out of the clouds, directly over Barcelona, a gem along the coast. Suddenly, an erie silence engulfed him as the pilot killed the engine and dove towards the city. His heart skipped just about as many beats possible and still be living. 3 men jumped out and it was his turn all to soon. He hesitated for just a moment, but a moment later he was falling, screaming, crying, praying, towards the ground that rushed up to meet him. For a stupid second, through all his panic and screams, he thought how beautiful the beach looked from miles up.

A soldier below opened his chute. Lynton pulled his open and felt as though he'd been violently ripped up from the ground like a weed. Once he'd calmed down a bit, he realized he'd completely soaked his pants. Before embarrasment could set in, he heard a scream to his left. When he looked he saw a soldier hanging limp in his harness. They were being shot at from th ground. A few grenades dropped from the paratroopers, along with a few bursts of aimless fire. Lynton just waited, his life in the hands of luck and god.

Before he knew it, he'd hit the ground. He grouped up with the other paratroopers and began running down the streets city towards the docks. They met little resistance, much of the Catholic army was still several dozen streets away fighting the main portion of the army. At the docks they shot down sailors who were running aboard ships, attempting to sail out of port to avoid capture. The brigade's worth of paratroopers commandered the ships, but not before several had already gotten away.

The sounds of the battle were getting closer as the Catholics were pushed back towards the docks. Men scrambled for the big guns aboard the ships. Lynton found himself with 4 others near the bow of a destroyer. When the Catholics came out into the more open area of the wharf, the Lynton fired the artillery piece along with many other guns. With an army at their backs and their captured ships firing from the front, many decided dying at this point was useless and surrendered. Others fought on, and a eventually made it out of the city towards the Pyrenees.

With much of the fighting over for him, Corporal Lynton looked around and realized with great joy where he was. He cheered for the port of Barcelona, the goal of the Iberia campaign.
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Byelowyce was the nearest village to Gdynia . It was inhabited only by old people and women as all the youngs were serving in the Dominion Armies .
They hadn't seen a Marslavan soldier since ten years and it was a great surprise when few hundreds men came and settled there for a while .

From what they said the inhabitants of Byelowyce could understand that a new fron had been opened and that these soldiers were only the first of the entire Marslavan Legion .
This meant that war was coming back to this cursed region and that the civilians would be obliged to leave the village sooner or later .

Lieutenant Tevlnik was surprised : him and his men and other analogue columns had penetrated of twenty kilometers in the Polish plains but no noticeable response had come from the Dominion armed forces : more precisely they had met no enemy soldier .
A Dominion garrison had fled few hours before their arrival leaving an old Mircanian fortress in their hands .

The fact that there had been no losses was a great thing, but yet the total absence of the enemy was somewhat troubling .
The Marslavans were undecided if consolidate their gains or continue towards Gdansk to reach the Konoshian borders and make conjonction with an allied Army .
At the end it was decided that a regiment under colonel Popescu would do a mission of reconnaissance, things would soon spice up...

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OOC- There is no reason for the Dominion to be losing in the Polish sector yet. Don't jump the gun, Alberto.

And NRE, whenever your ready, finish up Iberia. Then I can post the gamechanger.
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OOC : Ypu are not losing at all ; the Marslavan penetration is limited to a very small sector which has no strategic interest .
I imagined that, being pratically destroyed, the area was left unprotected, but no significant gain has been done .
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OOC: I'm pretty sure the rest of Srolonka can be left for dead. Post-war I'll consolidate it.
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Barcelona, Iberia...

The Coalition have managed their last great victory in the Iberian Campaign, the port of Barcelona. The Russian were personally relieved to have the port back within Imperial control. With the Catholics now fleeing towards the Pyrenees mountains as the Iberian campaign was designed to make them do, the coalition was for the first time able to look out to an Iberia free from Catholic tyranny and oppression. They had completed the task they had set out to achieve, the liberation of Iberia and securing for greater Europe the chance for a tighter control of the Mediterranean.

For the Russians, it was business as usual as they began rebuilding the government which once ruled over their Barcelonan protectorate. Much as they did with many of the city that they had liberated, the reigns of government were given back to those officials which were once in power. The officials looked out at the city and knew that there would be much to rebuild, much to change. Slowly a new world was emerging all around Iberia, all around Europe. The old was being swept away as fast as the Catholics were being defeat and a new world was emerging from the clean plate now present.

Though given a moment to sigh a breath of relief from the months upon months of fighting, the war in Europe was not yet over. Catholic Europe remained power in their homeland and the Dominion continued to stretch a dark shadow over most of Europe. However, as far as Iberia was concerned the war was over, the Coalition had won and now they were move Northward to the Pyrenees to stamp out the last remaining Catholic soldiers bottled there. With reports of French forces liberating southern France, the Coalition felt the Pyrenees was not the perfect corner to back their enemy into. No where to run, no where to hide, the last of the Catholic would soon die.

OOC: Iberia is for the most part finished, you may change the tide Kas. ^^
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The Pyrenees, Iberia

After capturing Barcelona, the army relaxed. They spent a great couple days celebrating, they could, they’d won. Unfortunately, work was work, even if it meant getting your rear end shot off, and there was a war on. At the end of the week they were mobilized to test the defenses of the Catholics holed up in the mountains. Corporal Lynton climbed into the back of a truck. As the driver gunned the engine, he dry swallowed a few Tylenol, war and hangovers never went well together.

Past the pain from the hangover, the ride north to the mountains was peaceful. He took in the sights of the unnervingly beautiful landscape, such a change from the bloody trenches where the smell of death threatened to choke you. The terrain was unscarred by bombs and shells, the trees stood healthy and alive, and the occasional bird flew from tree to tree. Of course, there were birds on the battlefield, but they were scavengers, looking for a meal off the last unlucky private who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Before long, the Pyrenees rose into sight. The tall, snowcapped mountains stood millennia old, watching over this land as it changed from century to century. The mountains were heavily wooded, as was much of the land around them. The roads through had been blown up and barricaded. Whenever a truck pulled up they were ambushed. A few trucks, including the one Lynton rode in, went off-road, skirting the tree line and racing for the next road through the mountains.

They rumbled along, no noise but the sound of the truck’s engines. Someone shouted and Lynton looked towards the trees fast enough to see a lance of fire jet out from the trees. The lance pierced the truck in front, blowing the entire thing to hell. For the sake of the men on it, Lynton hoped they never knew what hit them. The remaining trucks pulled over, they all piled out and ran for the trees to flush out the ambusher. They ran right into a clearing where several Catholics waited behind sandbags with a machine gun mounted menacingly. They ran out of the clear for cover, then a captain passed the word that they would charge the gun when he blew a whistle.

The whistle blew and the captain stepped out, then dropped, nearly cut in half by bullets. The rest of the men ran forward, shooting as they went. Lynton tripped, or thought he had until he looked down and saw the hole in his thigh. It didn’t hurt, and he could still use it, so he hopped up and limped/ran on towards the sandbags. Just as he reached the bags, he looked up to see a Catholic in a tree fire, and then felt excruciating pain stitch across his abdomen. He dropped, screaming and crying every curse he knew and even ones he made up there on the spot. He barely noticed when the firing ended. He barely noticed being picked up and dropped in a truck. The last thing he remembered was a glimpse at the trees as he was sped away. Then everything else was black.
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It was done. Iberia had fallen to the Coalition.

And now the Genesian military, having already been broken earlier on, now had nothing to show for their enforced sacrifices by the order of the Caesar. With their navy also being beat down, Catholic Europe seemed to be losing on all fronts.

Even worse, the people of Catholic Europe did not take the news of loss very well. Having been told that the sacrifices and deaths of their loved ones would bring glory to Genesis City and her realm, to see such a monumental loss in its place crushed what remained of the nationalist fervor, snuffing out whatever hope remained the people had in Antonio.

It was becoming clearer to them that God had forsaken them for rallying behind the Caesar over the fallen but extant Royal Popes. And to those who would know and be able to tell, the true spiritual allegiance of Antonio was becoming even more clear. And they wept, for the sin of following the Anti-Christ out of God's grace and into the depths of hell itself, like so many sheep to slaughter.

In Genesis City itself, the Caesar was ordering his forces in North Africa to make a push against Egypt, in a blind gamble to at least secure the eastern half of his empire. But even as the orders were carried out, the Praetorian Guard were giving each other dark looks. As soon as the messenger left the room, the quietly closed the doors and locked them, without Antonio noticing. As they did so, they quietly invoked the name of God to assist them in the task they must do...

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The next day, there was a small and simple announcement: The Caesar was dead. The Praetorian Guards intended to rule in his place. However, the Caesar had been intelligent enough to make a large portion of the officers in the military a part of his personality cult, and as soon as the announcement had been made, what was left the military in Catholic Europe collapsed overnight as loyalists to the Anti-Christ fought the loyalists to the Praetorian Guards, with even the Gendarmarie taking sides. Anarchy quickly started to set in.

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In North Africa, the Caesar's last orders were given and the military there, nearly half of the entire military of Genesis City, was too busy preparing for war against Egypt to fight amongst themselves, though the civillians in the area began small riots and protest marches, and the Genesian currency became less valuable than the paper it was printed on. It was clear that without the heavy military presence, North Africa would end up the same way as the homeland.

In the Holy Land, the most well-protected with a quarter of the Genesian military to itself, and the most politically stable, quietly called the Dominion and declared they would keep this area at peace and out of the war in exchange for neutrality. They would later, as the war ended, convert to Orthodoxy, but for now, they were merely a blank slate in a sea of red on the map.

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The anarchy of Catholic Europe immediately collapsed their holdings in the Pyrenees and in Southern France, which were quickly secured by the Coalition within two weeks. The Italian peninsula also fell apart politically and became a no man's land.

To stem the flow, the Dominion called for a redirect of three of its armies, two to occupy the Balkans, one to occupy Asia minor. In effect, all of Catholic Europe east of the Italian peninsula was now under Dominion occupation.

OOC-

More later. But yeah, CE is out of the fight and officially gone, with most of its former territory under Dominion occupation. I'll eventually post which armies were given occupation duty in CE and which are fighting on the front.
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OOC-

6th Army is in control of most of Scandanavia
30th Army (which also controls the Army Group) is occupying Asia Minor (formerly of CE) and Kiensland
13th Army is occupying the Balkans along with the 19th Army
The rest are still fighting in Europe

IC-

With news of the restructure slowly leaking out, along with their miraculous victory against the 5th Army in the Netherlands, the Kasnyian morale increased tenfold, and so did their advance upon Porcu.

By now, nothing was left of the Porcuian Navy, what with them being hunted down at every turn by the Imperial Fleet and their harbors bombed to oblivion by the Soldat. Even with the Dominion just to their south, the Kasnyians didn't fear an advance, with the Dominion now having to concentrate, for the moment anyway, on holding onto the dead carcass of the Genesian realm.

Their ground advance was also progressing and were already entering the outskirts of Porcu's capital. A single message was sent out to Porcu from Kasnyia-

"Surrender now, and you will be spared further bloodshed."

It was a slightly sadistic offer on the part of the Kasnyians, since the Dominion 6th Army was just to the north of Porcu's realm, and elite at that. But they also had the Kasnyians to the south, marching on their cities. It would be a difficult decision regardless of what they did.
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

OOC: Wait a second...I had three entire army groups surrounding your Scandinavian territory and now I've been reduced to defending my capital?
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OOC- Kasnyian units have been backed up by Menhadien military remnants, and have since changed tactics from defense to offense. This isn't the first post I made on the advance either, so I figured you had already picked up on it.
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

OOC: I knew you were advancing but I didn't know I'd be knocked down to the point of defending my homeland. I'll roll with it because I don't necessarily have a problem, it's just that I figured I'd put up a little more of a fight than this. I'm not changing my government because of pressure from the war. I'm doing it because the military elite have never liked fascism and have a great opportunity now and the "reach out" effort is so that OKW isn't waging war against the Coalition and the Dominion.

IC:

Denmark was lost. The Baltic was lost. The land situation in Scandinavia for OKW had only grow worse after the death of Duce Carlsson a few months before. Kasnyian troops were on the doorstep of Stockholm and the real center of Porcuian power, The Hague. The navy was crushed, amounting to nothing more than a nuisance for the Soldat and her sister ships. Large sections of the Porcuian coast had been laid to waste, coastal artillery sites had been obliterated, and for the first time in years enemy fighters were spotted over Porcu Proper.

Field Marshal von Regensburg, aside from holding together the plan for the coup, was busy managing OKW's war effort. A vast majority of factory and armaments production had been moved inland or out of Porcu entirely. Industrial cities and towns under Porcuian occupation in Çerdoné were quickly utilized by the Wehrmacht and overall production did not suffer tremendously.

The greatest concern to Von Regensburg and fellow commanders was whether or not the capital would fall before the coup was successful. Rather than try and buy time with the stubborn Kasnyians, OKW refused to respond to their ultimatum.
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