Popular Post Gallambria Posted December 10, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2022 ALBERT THE SECOND, by the Grace of God, of Gallambria, and the Gallambrian Dominions beyond the Seas, King, Defender of the Faith. To All To Whom these Presents shall come or whom the same may in anywise concern. Greetings - A PROCLAMATION. Whereas by and with the advice of Our Privy Council We have signified Our approval of the issue of a Proclamation in the "Bromwich Gazette" declaring that a State of War with the Kingdom of Great Anglia exists and has existed in Our Kingdom and Dominions as from the tenth day of December, 2022; NOW THEREFORE We do hereby declare and proclaim that a State of War with the Kingdom of Great Anglia has existed in Our Kingdom and Dominions as from the tenth day of December, 2022. OF ALL WHICH Our loving subjects and all others whom these Presents may concern are hereby required to take notice and to govern themselves accordingly. IN TESTIMONY WHEREOF We have caused these Our Letters to be made Patent and the Great Seal of Gallambria to be hereunto affixed. HEREBY WITNESSED BY Our Right Trusty and Well-Beloved Stephen, Duke of Wellington, a Member of Our Most Honourable Privy Council, George Cross, Knight of Our Most Noble Order of the Lion, Knight Grand Cross of Our Most Distinguished Order of St Thomas and St Michael, Companion of the Order of Merit, Distinguished Service Order and Bar, Military Cross and Bars, Lord President of the Privy Council. Given at Our Court at Santhope House, on the tenth day of December in the year of Our Lord Two thousand and twenty-two and in the Ninth year of Our Reign. 17 Link to comment
Popular Post Gallambria Posted February 21 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 21 The Ryan Residence Little Roxford, Roxs. 20FEB23 | 1759hrs "Shut up kids, The Prime Minister is about to talk" - Shouts Michael, as he turns on the television and tunes into GBC1. Ever since the King's Declaration in December, Michael Ryan, a 40-year-old Doctor, from rural Roxfordshire, had been holding out to see what the Prime Minister was about to say. The news channel's jingle starts to play on the television, as Michael starts to turn up the volume, "Quiet now, it's time…" The vision on the telly, shows a camera panning towards PM Burnett as she brings her address. "My fellow Gallambrians. As you are all well aware, Great Anglia and the allied nations of the Occidental-Azanian Pact, have been waging wars throughout the Old and New wurlds. Our friends to the north, are fighting them in the Dolch, and our friends to the south, are being threatened in Aurelia. Today, I gave orders for Gallambrian Forces to start preparations for operations in Lysia and Great Anglia, where Gallambrian servicemen and women, along with our Iverican and Tagmatine Allies, will engage with Anglian forces from air, land, and sea. Their mission: to remove King Creighton from power, disarm the Great Anglian Armed Forces, return Lysia to her people and bring about democratic change to the Anglian nation. Our mother nation. I know that this course of action may cause division within our communities, and some Gallambrians will not be supportive of this decision, but I know that the Gallambrian people will be united in sending our Armed Forces our thoughts and prayers – they are the finest in the wurld, and their families and all of Gallambria can have great pride in them. The threat to Gallambria, is a threat that our generation or previous generations have ever had to face, where we're fortunate to live in a society where wars between the big powers is unlikely. But the wurld, old and new, faces a new threat of disorder, tyranny, and chaos, born either of brutal states like Great Anglia, who care not for the sanctity of human life, but delight in destroying it. In my judgement as Prime Minister is that this threat, not only to Gallambria, but her Territories, her Allies, and Neighbours, is real. It is growing and of an entirely different nature to any threat our nation has face before. As such, I have made the following determinations, regarding any armed conflict with the state of Great Anglia. 1 - I have authorised, the recall of 350,000 personnel for active service within the Armed Forces. This is to be made up of 150,000 reservists who are listed on the standby list, and 200,000 national servicemen who have completed their national service within the last 5 years. Those who have been balloted for recalled service, will be notified within 24-48 hours. 2 - I have authorised the Chief of the Defence Staff, and the Service Chiefs of His Majesty's Armed Forces, to reactivate and stand-up units in order to facilitate the recall, as well as the returning to service of any recently retired aircraft, warships and military equipment that will assist us in defeating Great Anglia. 3 - I have ordered the immediate cancellation of all visas issued to Great Anglian citizens, and have authorised Border Force to detain any Great Anglian citizen if they do not return to Great Anglia within seven days. Those who hold dual Gallambria-Great Anglian Citizenship, will be required to either annul their Great Anglian Citizenship to remain in Gallambria, or surrender their Gallambrian Passport and return to Great Anglia." Nadia looks over her notes, and wipes the sweat from her brow. "Never in my time as Prime Minister did I ever think, I would have to do this. But I hope the Anglian people hear this message. We are here with you. You are not our enemy, only that of your King and Government. Over the last few days, along with my Iverican counterpart, we have been in discussion with various trusted Anglians, and the Lysian Government-in-Exile, to discuss post-war recovery and rebuilding of two great nations. While our primary mission is to rid the wurld of a tyrannical leader, our responsibility lies with ensuring that the people of Great Anglia and Lysia, have the capabilities and wherewithal to return their nations to a path of peace, prosperity, and success. God Bless and Good Night." Michael switches off the telly. "Shit eh? I better go start packing then." 10 Link to comment
Gallambria Posted July 2 Author Share Posted July 2 It has been a few months since the Parliament had officially declared that Gallambria was in a state of war with Great Anglia and her Allies, and they had started to hear murmurs from the international community about whether or not Gallambria was going to follow through with it. While the Prime Minister had been aware of this comments, she shrugged them off as "Simplistic and Idiotic Ignorance..." - This war is to be her first foray into leading the country into a major conflict. A conflict which will be the nations first major conflict since the 2nd Argic War, and for some Gallambrians, a third major conflict that they would've experienced in their lifetime. Yesterday, in a closed session with her therapist, she disclosed her discomfort about sending the future of the nation to war, with many of them young, and many of them probably will not return. Dr Hoftstader, her therapist, reminded her, that while the sacrifice may be great, and many people will be grieving for their lost ones, their sacrifice will not be in vain, their sacrifice will be made in order to guarantee a future of peace in the region. After a restless night, Nadia made her way to the Cabinet Offices, to meet with Cabinet and the Defence Chiefs before the war kicked off, to confirm final plans and objectives. 0900h 02JUL2023 JOINT CYBER OPERATIONS CENTRE JDE MT JERUSALEM In the briefing rooms at JCOC, a group of officers and senior enlisted members of the three services, sat around the conference table, where Brigadier Lachlan McDowell the commander of the Joint Cyber Force, was briefing them about the up coming operations against Anglian cyber and electronic assets. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just received word from the Cabinet Office, that the Initial Phase of Op Lear will be kicking off today at 1000hrs Local. The Situation as it stands is that Great Anglian and their aligned forces, occupy much of the Suverin peninsula, and large areas of the Lysian mainland. Our objective today, is to provide, cyber and electro-magnetic activities in support of coordinated naval and air strikes against the Suverin cities of Hincesti, Frunzivka, and Chisinau, Air Defence Installations and, Military Bases and Encampments, throughout the Suverin Peninsula. Today's CME activities, will be supported by elements of the Space Command's CME team, who will be exploiting Suverin and Anglian communication assets in LEO, and the Air Force's Information Warfare Directorate, who will be hijacking civilian and government broadcast services, and broadcasting material developed by our friends at the Psych Warfare team. Team, It's paramount that we succeed today. Our efforts today, will have a flow on effect, and will determine whether or not, on-going actions will be successful. Our planned activities have been delineated in each sections separate briefing package, Captain Geraldine Ettinghouse will be the immediate commander for this phase of the operation, as I will be held up at Strategic Command, so any issues, please consult with her in the first instance. Questions? None? Good. Go and brief your teams... The various teams break up and go to their separate briefings... Moments later, a scouring of people started on the Ops Centre floor, keyboards started clacking, and people began talking amongst themselves. For Gallambria, the War Has Begun. This was the point in time, where bits, bytes and lines of code were the opening salvo, not bombs, bullets and missiles. A few hours later, and the Ops Centre started to go quiet ... the racket of keyboard strokes, and chatter had started to wane, people were running around, doing their final checks. Captain Ettinghouse walked over to her console and picks up her telephone. Can you patch me through to Strat Com? she asked the operator on the other end. She talks for a bit with Brigadier McDowell, about their mission... From our end Sir, for all intents and purposes, it's been a success. Space Command are reporting they've managed to intercept TX from their satellites and IWD are reporting that the broadcasts have been successfully dispatched - however we are still waiting confirmation of that from MO-9 and HUMINT sources in the region. She hangs up the phone and starts to address the teams. Ladies and Gentlemen - Mission Successful. Let's keep an eye on our various taskings, and ensure they're still active, with reports back to me every half hour. 7 Link to comment
Gallambria Posted July 2 Author Share Posted July 2 1152hrs UTC 03JUL2023 28°25' N 75°56' E - Somewhere in the Amnalos Sea D26 HMGS Abbotsleigh **Klaxon** - COMMAND BROADCAST MESSAGE ON THE WIDE SEA NET - **Klaxon** Commander Louis Hamlin-Jones, Captain of the Abbotsleigh, had just laid his head down after completing the forenoon watch, when the PA sounded, and the comms printer in his wardroom started to printed a message. He tears off the paper, and starts to read the message. FRM HQSTRATCOMD TO HQ JTF-311, JTF-311.1 TOP SECRET STRIKE ORDERS - IMMEDIATE ALL SURFACE SHIPS OF JTF 311.1 TO EXECUTE STRIKE PACKAGES PER OPSORD 23/1/15120 AT 1200Z03JUN23 /END Commander Hamlin-Jones, picks up the telephone and buzzes the Officer of the Watch. Bridge, Captain. Sound General Alarm, Bring the Ship to 1 SQ, All Division Chiefs to my Wardroom in 5 minutes. A few moments had past, and one by one the Division Chiefs start making their way to the Captains wardroom. The Captain gets up from his desk and retrieves an envelope from his safe, he then opens it and reads it contents. Gentlemen, oh and lady, As you've heard we just received a CBM. Here it is, have a read and pass it around. The DC's read the CBM, and pass it to the next. This envelope I have in my hand, is the strike package. My best guess is that this is a task force wide order, so other ships and subs will have different taskings to us. Nav - I want you to take the coordinates and verify that they're executable. Weapons - Bring up the WLAMs to 1 SQ and report status. Comms & Ops - Ensure comms with JTF HQ and the Flag Ship are open, keep an ear out for civilian traffic. AYE SIR! - they all respond. A few moments have passed, and Lieutenant Harris, the Weapons DC, has returned back to divisions area, and he hands one of the console operators, the envelope. Wilkins, punch these coordinates in and await for my command. One by one, the various division chiefs, have reported back to the Captain of their divisions readiness, and await for their commands. Commander Hamlin-Jones, starts to watch the clock, 11:59:45. He picks up the PA mic. Weapons, Captain. Ready, Fire on my Command. 11:59:50 ... He continues to watch the clock, pushing the PTT switch on the handset, 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... FIRE! The first salvo of cruise missiles, fly away from the launchers towards their designated targets. 7 Link to comment
Gallambria Posted July 9 Author Share Posted July 9 Over the last few days, The RGN had been systematically had been targeting military and civilian targets of interest, with ranging levels of success, the strikes had managed to either completely remove or severely limit capabilities that the Suverin and Anglian forces will rely upon when the Coalition mount their invasion of the Suverin peninsula. Over the coming weeks, the strikes will continue, slowly including coordinated airstrikes on embedded air defence installations, continued naval strikes, and CEM activity. 1130 (UTC+6) 08JUL23 Cafe Gerbeaud, Downtown Orhei, Suverina A group of young apparently-Suverins were sitting at a table at the Cafe Gerbeaud, when a man walked up to them, obviously looking like a tourist, and asked them, "What is the time?" - one of the young people at the table responded, "Depends if you like green apples or red..." - knowing that the counter-challenge was for an older challenge used, the gentlemen responded, "Would it help if Anglian blood was flowing through your furrows?" - They all nodded sheepishly, in agreement. He then proceeded to sit down with them, trying to blend in, which was a bit challenging - considering he was ten to fifteen years their senior, he introduces himself, "I guess an introduction would be called for - I'm Peter Macklin from the Gallambrian Government. I understand you guys had tried to contact our office in Bashan about a starting a possible resistance movement?" They all nod cautiously. Peter, continues - "So what's going to happen is, at 12:30 this afternoon, go to Central Station, and go to locker C136." - He slides them a paper slip with a four digit code on it - "Inside the locker, you'll find an envelope - The envelope will have detailed instructions on how to contact us in the future, and also a list of people in Orhei that you'll be able to contact for assistance. - Keep note of this code as we'll be using it to drop you guys information and intelligence, that you can use in your operations - Also, over the next couple of weeks, we will be organising some equipment and supplies for you guys, so after you pick up the first package tomorrow, you are to leave a list of what you need, and we will see that you guys get what you need." After discussing what they were planning to do, Peter excuses himself - "I'm afraid I have to go - Remember 12:30 this afternoon. If we go back and check that the contents haven't been retrieved, we will assume our assistance isn't required, and all bets are off. Understood?" - They all nod. Peter walks off. Later that day... Peter was sitting in cafe, across the road from the train station, with a clearview of the lockers that he had directed the Suverins to go to, when he noticed them walk up to the console to unlock the locker. After they had managed to unlock the locker, they removed an envelope from the locker that only had a sheet of white paper with some handwritten text written across the middle of it. "Go Fuck Yourselves." They looked at each other, confused and frustrated, knowing they'd been made. When one of them notices a faint beeping coming from another locker. A few seconds later, an explosion rips through the concourse of the train station, killing them instantly. Peter, knowing his job is done, walks off from the cafe. Smirking, he says to himself, "Fucking dipshits. No wonder they're losing the war." Peter pulls his phone out of his pocket, and calls into his handler - "Caveman - Clear." Little did they know, that MO-9 had picked up that the Anglian's were trying to infiltrate and disrupt Gallambrian and Suverin resistance operations and that this was only the start. 8 Link to comment
Gallambria Posted July 15 Author Share Posted July 15 0015hrs (UTC+7) 14JUL2023 | L-2 Headquarters, No. 30 Wing RGAF Tubruq Sitting around their table in the Officers Lounge, one of the pilots look at their watch - "Shit, we're late..." - they all got up from their seats and started to run towards the briefing room. Along the way, they are stopped by their OC - "You guys didn't get the email did you? The meeting's been moved to the theatre." They turn around and started walking to the Theatre - "Why the fuck are they having a briefing in the theatre?" - Then they notice some crew, they'd never seen before, walk into the building. "Who are they?" one of the aircrew asks. One of the pilots squints to see if he could identify their patches - "Looks like a mix Pyro - Fuck me... I'm seeing 100, 467, 617, 262, 490..." Flight Lieutenant Michael "Pyro" Topley - one of the pilots from 302 Squadron, who had recently transferred to 302 Squadron from 490 Squadron, a Jaguar squadron based at RGAF Williamtown - starts to walk over to the aircrew from 490 Squadron, when one of them notices Pyro. "Pyro! Get the fuck over here!", one of them shouts - It was Flight Lieutenant William "Half-Stroke" Botha, an EWO from 490 Squadron - they were teamed together during their OPCON. Pyro heads over to Half-Stroke and they hug each other - "It's been a while you bastard!" - They continue their conversation for bit, when one of the senior officers, comes out of the theatre and directs everyone in. Over the next few minutes, a few more groups of aircrew start walking in, a mix and-a-half of different squadrons and aircraft were all represented, Hurricanes, Thunders, Kestrals, Minervas ... The theatre had gone from empty to standing room only in the space of 10 minutes. All of a sudden, an officer walks up to the lectern - "Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen, I know it's late - So I'll make this quick. He plugs his laptop into the project and opens up a targeting plot for the upcoming mission. "For those who don't know who I am, I'm Air Commodore Stephen Conway, Deputy Commander Near East Air Force. We're currently, hopefully, at L-Day minus 2. We're still waiting on the @Iverican's to get into place. However, we're going to be continuing on with the pre-landing strikes. The Navy has seen as success rate of about 82-90 percent on the strikes they completed a few days ago. Strategic Command has asked us to go in a clear up some entrenched ground-based air surveillance installations and air-defence systems. He pulls up a satellite image of the Suverin peninsula, showing the area surrounding Frunzivka, where a majority of the Gallambrian amphibious forces will land. To continue on with the brief I'll hand over to Wing Commander William Trescothick, from Air Intelligence." Wing Commander Trescothick walks up to the podium "Thank you sir, As you can see through out the area surrounding Frunzivka, we can see, what we've determined to be First Generation Nullabor Air Defence Systems, which we can only assume are surplus systems that the Anglians purchased from us in 1997. As you can also see, they've paired the Brolga 75 with what looks like to be, again, the M3A3SPA Racket, another possible hand off from the Anglians." Trescothick continues on with the intelligence portion of the brief, when Pyro leans forward and whispers in Half-Strokes ear. "You boys get all the fun..." Squadron Leader Tammy "SHOCK" Webster, Pyro's XO clips him across the back of his head, gesturing to him to pay attention. Trescothick wraps up his portion of the brief, outlining priority targets, he then hands back over to Air Cdre Conway. "Just a quick one from me, before we split the Squadron's up in to task groups for further briefings... Word down from MoD is that the ROE has become tighter. We have Cabinet & PM watching, as well as the general public... For the record, all attack coordination has taken into consideration our obligation to take all feasible precautions to minimize harm to the civilian population. Remember we're going in to remove the Anglians from Suverina. No ad hoc strikes will be tasked, unless adequate CDE has been carried out, and in the case that there's a TIC tasking, only JTAC directed strikes are to occur. FAC's from 5 and 17 Squadron will be conducting aerial BDA's and CDR's. So just be wary that there'll be props about. Panther and Jag drivers, you'll have top-cover provided by the Hurricane's and Thunders. Kestral's will be stationed over the Amnalos Sea providing Brass Hat coverage, and Warden's will be providing ISTAR providing up-to-date targeting info. So before I send the crews back to their sheds, CO's and XO's are to meet up with your relative ATG commander for specific briefings and taskings... Godspeed Ladies and Gentlmen, Dismissed!" 7 Link to comment
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