Great Terran War

[Maxington]

Intercontinental Powers Clash in Mad Dog Ocean.
Bear versus Stag and Dragon in Northern Mad Dog Ocean.

A Trigunian Destroyer seen being ripped in half after an Indralan submarine struck it using its torpedoes.
11th January 4004

In what appeared to be an un-expected turn of events. The Trigunian War machine clashed with two powers in the Mad Dog Ocean. It was a battle of the Bear against its common foes, the Stag and the Dragon. The Trigunian Mad Dog Ocean and Green Sea Fleet clashed with the Indralan Black Toritose, Blue Dragon and the Hutorian Northern Operations Fleet. The bear was clearly outmatched and outnumbered.
The Following is a compiled documentation of the events which took place during the Battle of the Mad Dog Ocean.
As the battle opened, the Hutorians and Indralans were in a curved line and appeared to be heading north. As a prior engagement between Naval High Command, it is reported that it was planned the Trigunian fleets approached the Hutorian-Indralan line in three columns. Leading the northern column was the battlecruiser TKVM-Volkov, leading the middle was the ballistic missile submarine TKVM-Pitosin and leading the southern column was the Guided Missile Frigate TKVM-Akinfeev. In the rear of the battle, gently creeping up with the advancing fleets were the carriers TKVM-Petrovgrad and TKVM-Yegorovich.
Captain Victorovich in the Volkov led Mad Dog Ocean Fleet, into the van of the Indralan-Hutorian formation and then redirected to the actual point of attack. Captain Antonovich in the Akinfeev positioned the Green Sea Fleet so that it would be able to converge as the point of attack with the other two columns. Below, Captain Olegovich in the Pitosin was preparing to buckle with the Blue Dragon fleet.
At about noon, it was recorded that signals were sent to the “engage the enemy”. Immediately the the HNS-Tremaine was reported to have fired her first trail shot at the Volkov. The TKVM-Shulga Missile Cruiser immediately took shots from the HNS-Kahyonhowanen, the HNS-Kanen, and the HNS-Owise after her commander decided to disembark from the main contingent and voyage ahead of the fleet. The Shulga stayed under fire for roughly one hour and was reported to be almost completely dry of ammunition when the battlecruiser TKVM-Yegor came to rescue her but she was later destroyed by an impressive volley from the Hutorian Destroyer HNS-Kanen.
The Volkov managed to cut the line between the HNS-Kahyonhowanen and Owise who, before, moved inorder to support the Indralan warships, the HIMS Xiao Wen Huangdi (XWH), Ji Enzi, and the He Shen who were all engaging the TKVM-Akinfeev, the destroyer TKVM-Zaslavsky of the Green Sea Fleet. The Volkov came close to the Kahyonhowanen firing a devastating raking broadside through her stern which killed and wounded many on her gun decks. It is allege that the HNS-Owise attempted to board the Volkov but was denied after she was critically damaged by the seagoing minelayer, TKVM-Golovkin who, under the cover from the Volkov, whilst it (the Volkov) distracted the Kahyonhowanen allow it to place mines ahead of it. But the Volkov was not wary of the Owise who crept behind her and attacked her from behind, delivering a devastating blow to her. Knocking out her navigation systems, her gun director, which rendered her useless. As the other warships of the Mad Dog Ocean Fleet fought on, the ship that carried its weight was sinking. This made moral tumble like a duck in a tsunami.
As vessels of the Hutorian Fleet and the Indralan fleets seemed to be slowly but gradually repairing themselves in midwater, something they knew the Trigunians could have never done, since her navy was never equipped with support vessels. As though hope was about to be lost, it was push back up by Captain Olegovich and his combined Submarine Group who had finally arrived after navigating their way around the Blue Dragon Fleet. Crewmen of Captain Olegovich’s submarine have told us that he used a very unusual tactic to makeover around the Blue Dragon Fleet and to tail them without being stopped. He tailed them by trailing their baffles. The baffles are the area around a vessel in which its sonar is ineffective, forming a blind spot or dead zone. For most ships and submarines, this involves a cone about 15 degrees wide extending aft from the stern, in water disrupted by the screws and the vessel’s own passage.
The submarines of this combined submarine group took both the Hutorians and Indralans by surprise. By using the baffles, they were able to strike at their targets from behind and at close range. There is virtually no opportunity for counter-attack or escape. But that doesn’t mean that some submarines were not spotted. The Indralan vessels and submarines performed what is known as a “Crazy Ivan”, which was a tactic where vessel would make sudden 180 or 360, turns which placed their sensors so as to listen down their former baffles. To avoid it, the submarines as soon as the Crazy Ivan was performed, they cut off their engines from silent running and went quiet sending the submarine into a dead drift. The tactic was deemed successful after some submarines were not reported to have not been spotted. From the pincer movement performed by the Submarine Group, the HIMS Xiao Wen Huangdi (XWH) and He Shen were sunk along with four submarines, but at the expense of six of Captain Olegovich’s submarines.
Seeing that Air-Support from the mainland could not have been achieved due to the distance of the battle from the mainland, a small group of thirty fighters stationed at the Skrebakumov Joint Naval Station assisted in forming an air-superiority bubble over the battle. Inorder to compensate for the lack of air-support from the mainland, some naval strike fighters had to be refitted in order to withstand the pressures of close-air-superiority fighting. Admiral Timofeyevich, the man who made this plan possible commanded the TKVM-Petrovgrad, as she along with the Yegorovich conducted carrier-operations as they tampered with the Hutorians from above. Whilst the vessels of the Green Sea and Mad Dog Ocean Fleet fought the Hutorian and Indralan warships they also assisted in forming the air-superiority bubble over the battlefield as their S-400 Missile Defence Systems knocked some Hutorians and Indralan fighters out of the sky.
But carrier operation aboard the Petrovgrad was halted after a cruise missile from either a Hutorian Frigate or an Indralan Frigate destroyed the ramp which the aircraft used to take off. Since the aircraft carrier was not affixed with the catapult system, fighters of the Petrovgrad, who were still in the air had to be redirected to the Yegorovich whilst Damage Care and Recovery Crews gathered their ideas on how to repair the ramp as a rapid pace. Landing on the carrier was not a problem, but the take-off was impossible without the ramp since the helicopter landing pad which was next to the ramp, and which could have been used as way for the fighters to take off, but much power from the fighters was needed in order to lift off of the carrier before the short runway ended. The daring pilots attempted to take-off and succeeded, and the cautious ones, did not even attempt to line their aircraft on to the small runway.
But the stag did not escape the bite of the bear. The HNS-Jameson was by Trigunian Su-34, Fighter Bombers. But the HNS-Jameson felt the pain after a series of these Su-34 Fighter Bombers carpet bombed its runway, leaving massive pot holes for the Hutorians to patch up. The Jameson was the bigger threat in Admiral Timofeyevich’s eyes since it was speculated that it was the main source of Hutorian air-support in Trigunia.
All in all, the battle was one of great destruction for all sides. The bear at sea is extremely weak, for he can longer support his own weight at sea. His bones aching, blood running down his arms, one more naval battle of that massive magnitude and he could very much so be a dead bear at sea. The Stag has seemed to have lost its legs in this battle it is weak, and is crawling back to its home. The Dragon, a force that has never portrayed an emotion of weakness after a gruesome battle, is now showing the signs of extreme fatigue. To us it is unknown whether these powers may clash again, for it seems that everyone has taken a good beating from each other.
But now the outcome of the war at sea, lies in the hands of the Anantonese Sea Fleet, the new bastion of Trigunian hope at sea.

[Zanz]

Baofluz, Perimor, Jelbania

The world was caving in for H'án Intrsmor Azisrmko. Not a few weeks ago the Jelbék hordes had been on the verge of taking Papel and crippling the Vanukese navy - and now two hundred thousand Jelbék horsemen were captives of the Vanukese Prince Juhn III, and the capital city of Jelbania was in ruin, besieged by the forces of the Prince and ready to fall.

It had been all that he could do - he had invited Juhn here, to his palace, to end the war.

Before the war, the H'án had laughed at the timidity of the Prince, who sent his Wrnukék son to do his dirty work in Sbtlshjogad. Even when that son had defeated the H'án fairly, the H'án still had his pride - Juhn had feared him, he was a mouse.

But now the mouse was a lion, hunting his way across the steppe, ready to strike the Jelbék from his horse and deliver a killing blow. The H'án had underestimated his foe - and he felt old.

And now the steppes rose up in protest against the H'án himself. A rabble rouser, Jlekai Klunesrmko, who refused to take a clan name and who the common folk called Seikfrjokai, was flooding the streets with pamphlets decrying the H'án and Jelbék backwardness. The people, angry and afraid, impossibly tired, were listening.

And now the Prince came here.

The palace was still unharmed, somehow untouched by Vanukese shelling and air raids. The H'án and his closest advisors had directed the war - as much as they could - from here. Anarchy ran amok on the steppe, cartels battled one another, Vanukese forces, and Jelbék forces alike. Jelbék forces scattered in disarray. The Deltarians were on the run, the Trigunians had never shown, and women and children took up arms to kill Vanukese however they could. But the palace was still unharmed.

H'án Intrsmor Azisrmko received a signal from his aid - the Prince had arrived under terms of ceasefire. The H'án nodded and the aid ran to ferry in the foreigner. The aging Intrsmor Azisrmko fingered the blade concealed in his right palm, careful to hide it as the Prince entered.

"Heijiak, Jelb'koékaiék Mrjkai," ("Greetings, Protector of the Jelbic Peoples,") he spat bitterly, opening his arms.

[Kubrick]

Purple Palace, city of Baofluz, Perimor, Khanate of Jelbania

They had all said it was unwise to do as he was doing right now. His security staff, his personal advisers, the commander of the Vanukean Forces, even the Prefect, all of them had told him: do not meet with the H'án, not in the warzone, not during this conflict. Even his son, his own blood, had disapproved of him accepting the invitation. Now of course, he had not said so, but he had read it in his eyes. But to Prince Juhn it felt right, it felt like it had to be done. He was no man of the steppes like the H'án, he was no warrior like his son, he was a diplomat and a man of the people. That is how his people knew him and that is how the Jelbanians should know him.

So the Prince had traveled south, with the largest security detail the Principality had ever mounted for their monarch, he had met with some frontline troops to boost morale and he even spoke at the largest base. The troops had loved it, this is where their Prince should be; with them at the front. That is why he had to do it and that is why he had done it. Luckily his son was out there, serving as an officer with the First Armoured, he would reap the battle glory. As he walked into the ornate castle he was surprised by how intact and tidy it was, he had not expected his executive order to spare monuments would actually be taken serious but it seemed that the soldiers had tried their best to avoid shelling this beautiful building. While walking down the hallway his personal assistant noticed him looking around and softly told him about the fact that both the Vanukeans and the Jelbeks had avoided fighting around this palace. It brought a smile upon his face in these dire times, every man appreciated culture and history.

The Jelbek aid brought them forward and as he walked into the hall he saw the H'án standing there with a bitter but determined look on his face. He looked older than he had last seen him, clearly the state of the war had been taken a toll on the man. Yet he still stood straight and as proud as any Jelbek warrior would. "Heijiak, Jelb'koékaiék H'án." said Prince Juhn III, without the bitterness that the H'án had put in his words, he even smiled warmly to the man and approached, gesturing the Royal Guards with him to stay back. He looked towards the small army that had insisted on following him in, the Royal Guards looked tenser than ever, "Be not so weary, there is a ceasefire and this is diplomacy. Instead of standing around like bloodthirsty butchers, please bring forward the adopted son of the crown prince." said Prince Juhn III. He turned back to the H'án and smiled. "I think you two have met before, noble H'án." he said as a teenager was brought forward. The young man had a dark skin and was dressed in the finest three piece suit money could buy in Wiel. "This is Bunjamín Mjtresrmo Banmek-Sntazed, the adopted son of my heir." Before the H'án stood the Majatran boy that had survived the Sbtlshjogad.

[Liu Che/Zhuli]

Fleets Begin Journey Home, Pick Up Confederation Troops

After the, what some would call "glorious", naval battle in the Northern Maddog Ocean, the naval forces of Indrala, Trigunia, and Hutori reached a stalemate. Such an outcome seemed impossible before the battle, as the Trigunian fleet had been in prior engagements in Majatra and was on the run home. However, the desperation Trigunia must have felt clearly gave them a deep willingness and greater ability to fend off the Indralan and Hutorian fleets as they attempted to support the invasion of the Trigunian motherland. The Battle of Maddog Ocean shall serve as a prime example of the power of desperation and national fervor in winning battles.

Although both sides reached a stalemate, in the battle and in the war in Trigunia, the main goal of the conflict had been completed: prevent Trigunia from further intervention in Majatra so as to allow Vanuku to defeat Jelbania and Deltaria. For Indrala, that was the only goal. The Celestial Empire certainly had no wish to expend blood and treasure invading Trigunia with troops when the Hutorians and the Confederation were already on the run. Would it have been possible to actually succeed? Possibly, however, many men would have died and the financial cost would not be justified. Thus, the Grand Council of Military Secrets made the ultimate decision to begin the journey homeward.

In the final act of Indralan humility, before the fleets leave the region, Indrala has agreed to escort the troops of the Confederation home. The Dragon cannot allow his children to fly home alone, rather, he must protect them with his life.

Meanwhile, Indralan diplomats have begun talks with their counterparts throughout Terra on a potential peace treaty, as well as engaged Kalistan to formally end the conflict on Ananto.

[Maxington]

Bear weak but not dead.
Indrala return home, New Endralons returning home, Hutori retreating.

A Map of the Current Military Situation of the Northern War. (Blue=Hutori, Yellow=Trigunia)
2nd January 4006

The bear had done well, she had defended her den from an overwhelming attack. At the beginning of this seemingly endless war she was at the mercy of her now deceitful brother, Hutori. Then to show that it could take on a superpower as the size of Trigunia New Endralon came about with no real basis to declare war on Trigunia. It was a childish act by the New Endralonians and by the Hutorians. But despite being overwhelmed, battling at two fronts the bear defended her den from the intruders.
The Battle of the Mad Dog Ocean was a true example of the bear’s commitment to protecting her home. Although the lashes received in the battle were brutal to the bear, the stag nor did the dragon escape such an ordeal without being damaged. The Indralans are now on the return to their home-ports and assisting the New Endralonians in finding their way back to their mainland. The East is clear and the bear can reclaim her lost territory.
The Hutorians on the retreat as the Kozaks advance with the Radinot line, had given the bear a good beating, one which she would never forget. As the Ground Forces reclaim the land which he Hutorian once controlled whilst they are retreating from Eastern Radin into the far west of Radin, they are now uncovering the dreadful, the boastful mentality of the Hutorians. At land and by sea the bear’s commitment was tested, and she had shown overwhelming results to her opponents.
Though it may seem as the Northern War is coming to an end, for the Trigunia they have only but a few loss ends to cut, for Heinrichgrad, Morozorota, Rodshyadam and Malchik and Nozdok are still under Hutorian control. As the bear prepares, what seems to be her finally offensive in this war of attrition, it the bear has the capabilities to deliver a fatal blow to Hutori despite her crippled navy.

[Zanz]

OOC: Warning - graphic.

Purple Palace, city of Baofluz, Perimor, Khanate of Jelbania

As Prince Juhn presented Bunjamín Mjtresrmo, the H'án's mind flew wildly back to the scorching heat of the far northern Baniray Steppe, to the look of absolute, unadulterated, pitiful terror that had clothed this teen's face when the H'án had pulled back the tarp and shone the light of day on the Majatran slave-boy. He saw no hint of terror there now, Bunjamín Mjtresrmo wore a determined glare along with his Wiel-made suit, the muscles of his jaw bulging under the brown skin of his face as he ground his teeth together.

"A worm in a suit," the H'án growled in Majatran so that the boy could understand, his voice grizzled with age and the harsh life of the steppe, "is still a worm, fit to be eaten by a water-mouse, but not fit to be in this Palace." He turned his face here to the Prince, spitting on the floor.

As the Prince had entered, he had lowered his guard - told his men to hold back. He trusted in the ceasefire. How far the Wrnukék have fallen. No Jelbék would cease his struggle against the Wrnukék mice.

"Bunjamín Mjtresrmo is family to me - and my army sits upon your doorstep, having vanquished yours. You will do well to treat him with respect." The Prince was dismissive - he wore the arrogance of Wiel on his face.

"The Wrnukék forget that we, our fathers, and our fathers' fathers have proven again and again that the Jelbék is superior in every way to the Majatran worm. Now you would adopt them, make them royalty? His brother," the H'án jerked his head in Bunjamín Mjtresrmo's direction and spat once more, "his brother died in his own shit, eaten by vultures and scorpions with my arrow in his skull. An animal for the hunt." Here the H'án turned and smiled at the Majatran boy, a sickening smile, most teeth missing, and those that weren't, rotting. "Run, little Majatran rat..."

Bunjamín Mjtresrmo remained silent in the face of these insults, and the H'án laughed coldly in his face. "He doesn't even defend the honor of his own brother! Be careful, Wrnukék Mouzij, he will betray you too, perhaps!"

The H'án heard, from behind him, the laughter of his court. He had almost forgotten that they were here. Many of them were his closest military advisors, traveled to Baofluz from the front in order to see him through this negotiation. Some, though, were his wives, some his children, and some the inescapable hangers-on, those who found there way into every court, somehow.

"Jelbék honor," sneered the Prince, "is long since wasted. Your hordes are shattered, your partisans are only fleas to my forces. Your people more easily find pamphlets exposing the true destitution of your rule than they find money for food and water. Your steppe is burning, your cartels are rampant, your horses are dead, and Tanhri has no love for yo..."

The Prince never finished his sentence.

No true heir of Timur H'án would agree to ceasefire - Juhn should have known. He had been dead the moment he entered the Purple Palace.

As Prince Juhn III spoke, Intrsmor Azisrmko Knzmazrk, Jelbék H'án, moved with the swiftness of the steppe wind and plunged his concealed blade deep into the chest of his mortal enemy. He smiled with satisfaction as he felt the blade slip between Prince Juhn's left ribs, felt the Prince's warm royal blood run down his hand, and the sucking wind as the knife pierced the Protector's left lung. The Vanukese prince slumped heavily against the H'án before anyone in the room had even realized what had happened.

Then hell broke loose in the Purple Palace.

Bunjamín Mjtresrmo was the first to react. With a strength the H'án could not have guessed he pulled Intrsmor Azisrmko off of the Prince and threw him bodily into a nearby pillar. When the H'án crumpled on the floor, the Majatran was on him with the fury of nearly twenty years of anger, sadness, and hatred. Before the Jelbék H'án could move, the boy brought his knee crashing down upon the H'án's chest. Intrsmor Azisrmko felt the brittle bones of his rib cage break into shards, felt those shards slice through his most vital organs. He had time to open his lips, which brought a surge of blood, and then the Majatran pummeled his face with heavy, hard, slave-laborer's fists. When Bunjamín Mjtresrmo left the dead corpse of Intrsmor Azisrmko, there was little of his head left - the late H'án stained the Purple Palace red and grayish-pink.

As they had fallen behind the pillar, the hell on earth that was the interior of the Purple Palace was mostly hidden from Bunjamín Mjtresrmo's view. In his rage he had not heard the massacre that had occurred there. The Vanukese Royal Guard, on edge from the moment they had entered, had reacted only milliseconds after the Majatran slave-boy. A shot rang out, felling a member of the H'án's military advisory, and then a hundred more split the room with cackling thunder for what seemed like an eternity. When the smoke cleared not a Jelbék was left alive in the Purple Palace, and several Royal Guardsmen lay piled dead around the Prince's person, whether felled by Jelbék or Wrnukék bullets was unclear.

Bunjamín Mjtresrmo ran forward and dug his way through the pile to find his adoptive father. The Prince was alive but it was clear that he would not be for long. He could not catch his breath, he had been crushed by his own soldiers in their attempts to shield him, and he was deep in a pool of his own blood.

"Bun... ja..." he breathed, his face pale white. "Wrntu... kai... Love... him... He... saved.... you..."

The Prince's body fell limp.

[Doc]

reprinted from
Kalistani Dispatches: News from the Front
Kalistani President and Foreign Minister travel to Indrala
Prepared to sign agreement formally ending the War between two countries
Tian'An, Han, Celestial Empire of Great Indrala
March 15, 4006


Foreign Minister Bhattichariya arrives with President Carrangus and takes questions

The top foreign policy officers of Kalistan, President Thomas Carrangus and Foreign Minister Bhattichariya arrived in The Celestial Empire of Great Indrala to conclude a formal agreement officially ending the war between the two Selayan Nations. Foreign Minister Bhattichariya held a brief press conference once in Indrala where he announced the goals of summit are to conclude, once and for all, all hostilities between the two countries. Additionally, the Kalistani officials stated that the two nations would discuss joint usage of the Anantanese Ocean and a full restoration of the fraternal relationship between the two countries. Bhattichariya stated emphatically that Kalistan does not seek any sort of reparations.

President Carrangus expressed a positive outlook toward the potential of fruitful discussions between the Kalistanis and the Indralans. While he expressed that he understood that there are difficulties still in other parts of the world, he was certain that Kalistan and Indrala would come to a mutually beneficial agreement.

[Kubrick]

Prince Juhn III murdered by the craven H'án
"Jelbania will pay in blood" says Prince Wrntukai II


Vanukean bombers fly over a "scorched earth zone" in Jelbania.

June 4006 - The Prince has been murdered while on a diplomatic mission to accept the unconditional surrender of the Jelbanian government. It was the H'án himself who snuck a knife into the meeting and proceeded to assault the Prince with the sharp blade of a true coward. The Prince collapsed from his wound as the Royal Guard rushed into action, led by the heroic prince Bunjamín Mjtresrmo. It was the adopted Majatran boy that killed the craven H'án and avenged his grandfather. The Royal Guard did their duty by neutralizing all enemy threats within the Purple Palace. Six heroes gave their lives to protect the Prince but they and their brothers slaughtered a dozen Jelbek traitors attempting to kill more brave Vanukeans who only came with peaceful intent.

The news of the demise of the Prince quickly spread to Wiel and the crown prince Wrntukai was immediately pulled from active duty and transported to Wiel. A quick and short ceremony crowned him Prince Wrntukai II of the Principality of Vanuku. The good and amiable Prince Juhn III was 79 when he was murdered by the treacherous H'án and now Prince Wrntukai II starts his reign at the age of 43. The Prince will be the second Wrntukai to reign in the Vanukean system of regal numbering with the previous one being Prince Laurens-Wrntukai, who also reigned as Khagan of all the Jelbics.


Destruction in a Jelbanian city by Vanukean marines.

Prince Wrntukai II has declared that the treachery of the Jelbanians shall not go unpunished and the aging Prefect Vahri could not object against the decree the Prince sent out to the commander of the Vanukean forces. Now all across Jelbania the Vanukeans are wreaking havoc on government buildings, military installations and places that contain valuables. The little crops that are left in Jelbania are being burned by the Vanukean invaders. The Prince also declared that a military government shall be imposed on Jelbania with strict martial law. The Jelbanians will not be let off lightly for their treachery.


Prisoners disappearing, watchdogs worried
The OHTPOW calls for investigation of Vanukean prison camps.


Movement of Jelbek POW's to a Vanukean prison camp.

June 4006 - The watchdog group OHTPOW (Organisation for Humane Treatment of Prisoners Of War) has called for international attention towards the situation in the Principality of Vanuku. Around 400,000 Deltarian and Jelbic troops were captured during the now famous Operation Dry Wind where the Vanukeans feigned weakness and then encircled most of the invasion force. The prisoners were distributed all across Vanuku and the OHTPOW reports that treatment was humane at first but that food became rationed the last two years and that since the murder of Prince Juhn III the situation went even worse. The OHTPOW reports that they noticed high decreases in the amounts of prisoners and were not given proper explanations by the local prison wardens. During the last few days the OHTPOW stated that they were even refused access to Vanukean prison camps. The authorities in Wiel commented that "fluctuations in the amounts of prisoners are normal as we give them day jobs, not everyone can be present during the headcount while they are cooking food or fixing clothes for fellow prisoners". Yet the OHTPOW states that this is simply a bad excuse and that their census takes these fluctuations into account. They have now called upon international authorities to either demand increased access or call for further investigations.

[Autokrator15]

Confederal Troops return home!

After a great and long war the Confederal troops who fought and occupied Trigunia have been brought back to their families by the Indralan allies. With the retreat the Confederation has offered a formal ceasefire to the Trigunian Empire, stopping all hostilities until peace negociations can start.

The Confederation attacked the Trigunian Empire in a call to arms. The Trigunians being in war with Vanuku the Confederation saw it as their duty to aid their Vanukuan allies and make sure that the Trigunian war effort would be slowed down to make sure that a swift Vanukuan victory were made possible. Sadly the Confederal hopes of taking out Trigunia together with Hutori proved to be just that, hopes. The Confederal forces were succesfull at first taking over three cities and some ports but when the bear regrouped and licked its wounds it came for its cups and drove the Pelican away and smashing its fleet.

Though it doesnt sound as a great accomplishment, this swift defeat and retreat after first only securing a few victories, one must remember that the Confederation had an inferior navy and truly showed resolve and strength towards a much stronger enemy. This has made many in the Confederation proud.

The official ceasefire proposal has been send to the Trigunian Empire directly after the troops landed ashore in Zyldavia.

[colonelvesica]

With their Northern Operations Fleet crippled the war against the mainland of Trigunia was over, and everyone knew it. With both the Second and Third Armies having successfully pulled out the only thing still under Hutorian occupation was the Rodshyadam salient where the First and Fourth Army still held. General Harrison Ross, to save his troops immediately asked for a cease fire from the Trigunians pending peace negotiations... the war was over.