Operation: Blizzard

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Classified: Security 9

Last time on: The Norway-Sweden Border

1 year, two months ago: King Kristian of Sverige Assassinated, bringing on a brutal civil war

1 year ago: Brigadier General Strøm and the 18th Brigade of the Kristiansand Division cross into Swedish territory to gauge the situation, and begin trying to find and re-establish the Swedish Government

10 Months ago: Brigadier General Strøm sends a gargled message indicating that he will go into radio silence while helping a band of Swedish rebels fight in the city of Karlstad. Many of the individual battalions continue to denote good progress.

4 Months Ago: Bergen Division is sent in as reinforcement to the 18th Brigade.

2 Months Ago: Brigadier General Strøm sends a Message in to Norwegian Military command, his first in weeks, asking for a troop surge (Indicating that he was not aware of the first one), and saying that he may be captured soon. Bravo Company Sends message in that they have reached Stockholm, and will hold positions until reinforcements arrive. Other groupings in the Brigade begin to request more supplies and reinforcements, citing antagonistic behaviors from many of the enemy. Monarchists beginning to gain support of Norwegian government. Though peace seems to be some time off, the soldiers are generally positive that, with further reinforcements, movement and combat should move easily.

7 Days ago: Storting finalizes plans and declarations to stage a troop surge to reassert governance in Sverige, and to find Brigadier General Strøm and his Brigade. Monarchists gain full support from Storting.

2 Hours Ago: Eurasian Union Declares Protectorate over Sverige

Now:

"That was a close one," General Albert Axelsson chuckled with a big grin across his face, "The EU certainly does know timing, try to muscle their way in TWO HOURS before we planned to move the troop surge."

"Heh," Brigadier General Hannes Gunnarsson said, "At least they backed off. Any new word in on the plans?"

"Yes, We just got a finalized plan over the encoder a half hour ago..."

Operation Blizzard

Stage 1: Occupation

17th Brigade, Stravenger Airborne Division, and Southport Division are to move in through the land border while the Hammerfest Air Raiders land outside Stokholm. Orders are to move out, quell any violence, begin searching for former government members, and search for Strøm. Further orders to be sent as needed.

"That's it?" Gunnarsson inquired, "Sir, I was expecting a bit... more."

"That's the government for you. Can't do a damn thing with military. That's why we're out here, in the command seat!" Axelsson proudly proclaimed, pulling Gunnarsson into an uncomfortably close, one-armed hug.

"Yes sir. Quite."

A quick series of bleeps came through the nearby radio, followed by a flat, metallic voice, All Officers, move your soldiers. Operation Blizzard is Go.

Private First Class Noak Abrahamsson, Age: 19, Hammerfest Air Raiders

"Well, can't say I'm thrilled about all this. Had you asked me five hours ago, I was thrilled, now, I'm just happy to get in the plane. We've been in a dumpy airbase, living in tents for the last week in preparation for the initial strike. It's fall out there. We've got snow, we've got wind, we've got all sorts of cold. It feels good to be back inside and headed out. I signed on to get in this division because I wanted to get out and do something, and it feels damn good to get that chance.

OOC: Most of the above is from how I planned my RP to go with Sitethief ;_;

Edited November 23, 2009 by Il Terra Di Agea

[Uberstein]

With the collapse of the Swedish government, it would indeed be a chaotic situation. Norway would need help, military commanders who had been in that territory before. Ex-Ubersteinian commanders.

Uberstein picks up the phone to the Norwegian king, it was a blue phone on his desk, and he hadn't used it very often. "This is President Uberstien, I was wondering if you need any help keeping southern Sweden stable. I can have the 3rd, 4th, and 18th divisions ready to move in a matter of days, and it would certainly take the pressure off of your armies in the east."

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Heimdall had to dig through his desk frantically before locating the Dusty, Blue phone labeled "Finland," It had been out of use since the month after Royal Decree No 1 had passed.

"Well, Mr. Uberstein, I must say that it would be an honor to see Finnish and Norwegian armies marching together once again. I must however inform you that we have made a few military laws about how we will be running our occupation that we would need you to follow: For starters, we've denied all use of chemical weapons, we're trying to help the people, not hurt them. Second, now tanks. It may sound strange, but the Storting passed that use of tanks in the area would only destabilize it further, scaring people, damaging infrastructure needlessly, all that jazz. The final rule is that the men and women out there cannot fire unless threatened or fired upon. Once again, we're here to help, not hurt. We want casualties as low as possible. I hope those are understandable Mr. Uberstein, and I cannot wait to see our armies working together."

[Uberstein]

Heimdall had to dig through his desk frantically before locating the Dusty, Blue phone labeled "Finland," It had been out of use since the month after Royal Decree No 1 had passed.

"Well, Mr. Uberstein, I must say that it would be an honor to see Finnish and Norwegian armies marching together once again. I must however inform you that we have made a few military laws about how we will be running our occupation that we would need you to follow: For starters, we've denied all use of chemical weapons, we're trying to help the people, not hurt them. Second, now tanks. It may sound strange, but the Storting passed that use of tanks in the area would only destabilize it further, scaring people, damaging infrastructure needlessly, all that jazz. The final rule is that the men and women out there cannot fire unless threatened or fired upon. Once again, we're here to help, not hurt. We want casualties as low as possible. I hope those are understandable Mr. Uberstein, and I cannot wait to see our armies working together."

"I'll pass that on to my military commanders, though they will whine about leaving their tanks behind. I do hope armored cars are welcome." He hangs up.

-Mariehamm Port-

3rd and 18th divisions are in the assembly area, preparing to disembark via ferry to Kapellskar, a small port 80 km north of Stockholm. Stockholm is to be assumed too large of a target for the 4th Airborne to take without heavy casualties, so instead they will take Kapellskar and prepare it for non-combat landings.

The two Generals meet, "We will bring along our armored attachment, but leave it at the port assembly area, it is better to have them already in the country and fueled up than across the water."

"Doesn't that violate the Norwegian terms?"

"I doubt it, if they don't see combat, I don't see how it violates anything."

"Point taken, but let's keep them under camoflage netting nonetheless. No need to give them an excuse to get their panties in a twist."

With a laugh, they head off to their separate areas to oversea the loading.

-Pori Military Airbase-

The 4th Airborne loaded onto their planes. They had 40 minutes before they jumped over the parking lot of the Kapellskar seaport.

[Uberstein]

Private Tapani Autio landed with a roll on the hard concrete of the parking lot, along with 2000 other members of the 4th Airborne. The wind had scattered them across the southwest, onto a large hill and into the trees. He stands up, "Poor !@#$%^&*, hope they remembered to cross their legs when goin' into the trees." with a laugh, he starts to pack up his parachute, turning to the man next to him, "Think there's any resistance in a place this small?"

His answer would come in the form of machine gun fire from the main building's windows, but when the large amount of soldiers returned fire, it soon fell silent. Yes, there was resistance, but it was only about 50 fascist rebels, who had thought it would be a good idea to hold this port. The area was secured in a matter of hours, and the transport ships left Mariehamm.

Several hours passed, and soon troops were being unloaded. Tanks, trucks, and Vessla II 'armored cars' were also unloaded, though they soon had to start pushing out form the small port. The 3rd division moved out in trucks along the E18, heading for Norrtalje. 7 Vessla II's protected the convoy, 3 in front, one in the middle, and 3 in the back.

Edited November 27, 2009 by BaronUberstein

[Il Terra Di Agea]

-Bzzt- Fifteen miles outside Stolkholm, Prepare to drop. -Bzzzt-

With a heavy clank, the back of the plane fell open, letting in a tiny bit of moonlight to the twenty paratroopers within. The cold, early morning air stung what little exposed flesh that the men had left, as they waited to release and fall from the plane.

-Bzzt- Weather is a nippy -6 degrees Celsius out in Stockholm, so I hope you all brought your coats. Local time is 4:23 AM, Sunrise is scheduled for 8:12 AM, hope you all have a nice trip -Bzzzzt-

With those last words from the pilot, another clank range through the cabin as the man began to slide out, one after another.

Over their radios, they all got one final message, "Oh, and by the way, you'll want to avoid landing on the water down there, the ice is thin... and the boys in the big planes are dropping you're APCs in there."

The rush of cool air lifted up around them until they hit the ground.

"Hey," Edvard Hansson yelled, "Lieutenant, are they really dropping our APCs in the water?"

"Yes Sergeant," Lieutenant Grigori Kyznetsov muttered, "You can drop anything from a plane once. They are probably taking the safe route dropping it in the water."

"It still seems a bit... unorthodox, if you don't mind me saying, sir."

"Nyet, it's standard procedure a good part of the time. You get the APCs out much faster than you could if you drove them."

"But..." Sergeant Hansson was cut off but the loud, echoing crash behind him, the APCs had landed, and smashed straight through the ice, fifty feet from shore

"Dammit," Lieutenant Kyznetsov muttered, "Sergeant, get the men out there, and into the APC," He paused for a moment, "And make sure they know not to break the ice!"

OOC: Battle maps are in the making

[Bacharth]

OOC: Awesomeness. I'll be following this interestedly.

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Southport: Norwegian Military Temporary Command

The Minister of Defense, Kian Martinsson, slowly stepped up to the table, flanked by the highest ranking Generals of the Norwegian army.

"The situation is worse than we hoped," He said, clicking on the projector. A map flashed up on the screen.

"The brown highlighted land is controlled by the Fascists. They are, undoubtedly, our biggest threat in the invasion."

"They have no support," General Sergei Fedorov barked through his thick mustache, "We've been funneling supplies into the Monarchists for months, they are just slow to spread out. These things take..."

Martinsson cut in, "No, what the supplies have done is effectively halt the Fascists. They still push heavily against Socialists, and have nearly destroyed the last of the Nationalists."

"How could they be doing this," General Sampsa Koskela muttered, "They're outnumbered, under supplied, and fighting on multiple fronts. Even some of the best equipped armies can't hold off that much for that long, let alone continue to advance."

"That is precisely our problem. The Fascists are in a prime situation to flank the Socialists, and surround Stockholm, and push out both the Nationalists, and Monarchists. We need new strategies. We are already beginning to push into Galve, Uppsala, and Vanersborg, as well as working to fortify the border cities still controlled by the Monarchists, but there are no guarantees at this point."

"What about Brigadier General Strøm?" General Patrick Lindgren said in a grainy voice, "Karlstad is still one of the main battlegrounds of the war, he could be anywhere."

"That is... well... more of a problem. In Karlstad, none of the soldiers have seen him for well over a month. Satellite images show several Fascist controlled armored cars in a convoy moving out after a large raid on a storehouse, that was two days after Strøm's last broadcast. The vehicles, went into a large, improvised Fortress in Udevalla. We can only assume that Strøm, if he is still alive, is there."

"So, we must push through nearly 20 miles to save this man?" General Fedorov muttered, "We shouldn't waste time putting the manpower in. We must begin to strike into the Fascist weapons complexes and work to flank them. We have to surround them, and cut off their supplies."

"What about the Finns?" General Koskela cut in, "They landed directly into Communist controlled land, are we going to help them?"

"No!" General Lindgren spat, "They landed there, they can get themselves out, and no one is stopping them from leaving just like they came in."

"Please..." Martinsson tried to cut in.

"Ha!" General Koskela laughed, "The Finns probably landed there by choice! They've been awhile without a good war, a lot like use, eh?"

"So if the Finns are there, that's a whole lot of land we don't need to deal with, right?" General Lindgren questioned, sticking his head towards the center of the table."

Within moments, the Generals were in an uproar, yelling at each other.

"QUIET!" Martinsson yelled, "We've all had a long couple of days. The war is getting to us. Let's all break and meat again tomorrow. Alright?"

The generals all stood, and nodded. It was going to be a long occupation.

OOC: Blahrg, not my best writing.

Speaking of which, here's a key to the map:

Green Circle indicates 18th Brigade

Red Circle indicates 15th brigade

Teal Circle indicates 16th Brigade

Blue Circle indicates 17th Brigade

Letters in circles indicate Brigades

Gold Overlay= Monarchist Held

Brown Overlay=Fascist Held

Red Overlay=Communist Held

Dark Blue Overlay= Nationalist Held

Edited November 30, 2009 by Il Terra Di Agea

[Uberstein]

Forces have begun to withdraw to their normal positions and make preparations to leave Sweden.

A message was sent to Norway, "We have more urgent matters to deal with."

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Operation Blizzard: Special Report

This week has been filled with reports from the Norwegian Occupation of Sverige, Operation: Blizzard. Though the reports on movements have been substantial, reports of the state of the fallen country have been sparse, until now. Minister of Defense Kian Martinsson released today a series of papers and reports laying out the state of the nation, and the faction we find ourselves in heated combat with.

The Factions

The Fascists:

History: A natural evolution of the Swedish Folkvakter (People's Guards) and the Red Party (Not Communists), the Fascists began as a paramilitary group that, if rumors and reports are true, took it upon themselves to work against the foreign entities in Sverige, and moreover, the King. The two groups, with fairly similar ideals formed a more coherent bond after the Communists began to push in on their territories.

The Communists

History: Originally a non-entity in Sverige, the Communist Faction formed from a collection of several left-leaning parties who felt that the assassination of the King would greatly harm the economy, making it impossible or a traditional, wholly capitalist society to rebuild. The communists organized only days after the assassination, and began to quickly spread their influence.

The Monarchists

History: The Monarchists can best be described as a multifaceted group, united by their support of a Constitutional Monarchy and a parliamentary system. They formed from a coalition of parties that supported the search for a new Monarch via Bloodlines from the king, and were already doing so when violence began. Though always numerically the most powerful faction, the Monarchists only became a threat to the Fascists and Communists after they began to garner aid from Norway.

The Nationalists

History: The Nationalists, formed from a group of Libertarian political minds is a party so tied up in the love o their homeland that they are willing to sacrifice aspects of it for their freedom. They were initially a major contender for power in the civil war, capturing Stockholm just weeks after the war began, however, a series of crippling attacks by the Fascists, and a bombing campaign by the Communists, they quickly lost their foothold a quickly lost land, strength, and numbers.

Front Updates

-15th Brigade, Regiment A: Move into Uppsalla, and attempt flanking enemy-

-17th Brigade Reg. A move in to Arjang to hep halt Fascist movement on the city-

-Monarchists Move into Nationalist Norberg-

-18th Brigade successfully take Communist Occupied Galve-

-Finnish Soldiers begin moving into Socialist Norralje, before being recalled to fight the war with Molakia. Norwegian soldiers have since taken the Finnish -Beachhead, but have yet to move further-

-Communists begin push to cut off Fascist Motala, and take the city-

-Fascists bush into Communist Vansbro-

-Fascists begin pushing into Vanersborg-

-Fascist and Monarchists begin to push in towards Socialist held Orebro-

-Fascists begin to move in towards Nationalist Held Taby-

What Next?

The Government has offered many plans on how exactly the Civil War will be halted, however, the current prime contender is to offer the heads off all involved factions access to a neutral area to discuss how they can re-form the nation. Though viewed as a long-shot by many, the plan has already been organized, and will be voted upon later tonight.

What is not up for debate however, is the plan to stay in Sverige until a new government can form, and prove its long-term functionality.

OOC: Tried to incorporate more of Sitethief's old RP. Hope I didn't mess anything up

[Sabioviejo]

OOC:

You're a genius

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Update on Operation Blizzard

A tremulous week passed by in Civil War Torn Sverige, as some major changes and battle shaped the face of the war for Norwegian Troops. The week has brought on a host of land taken and gained by our men and women on the front, as well as several major advancements toward victory.

Norwegian Advancements

-15th Brigade Reg. A take Uppsala-

-15th Brigade Reg. B declare victory in Fascist Norrkoping-

-17th Brigade Reg. B Begin to build up defenses in Karlstad-

-17th Brigade Reg. A Build up defenses of Arjang to stop Fascist buildup around city-

-2nd Airborne Brigade signed in as reinforcements-

-2nd Airborne Reg A moves into Fascist Linkoping-

-2nd Airborne Reg B takes Finish path towards Norrtalje-

-18th Brigade Reg A begin moving into Communist Territory, making rapid progress due to a crushed, socialist army in the area-

Communist Advancements

-Communists Continue moving into Fascist territory, taking advantage of some weakened lines in the south. They have succeeded in taking Motala, Aneby, Ydre, Nassajo and Eksjo-

Fascist Advancements

-Fascists Annihilate what remained of Communist Forces in the North-

One of the most major events of the week was the official end of Nationalist-Monarchist tension. Announced Friday, after long deliberations between the factions, the leadership of the Nationalists, despite continuing his dislike of a monarchists system announced that, "We are getting nowhere by continuing this bloody, pointless war. We are brothers and sisters, and even if we do not get along, we should not be killing each other. We can all do better, and we all need to stop acting childish and start rebuilding our homeland."

It is presumed by many that the only reason for agreeing to the truce was to stop the rumored massive fascist strike organized for the following weeks, however, that could not be confirmed.

With the announcement, he officially signed over all claims to Nationalist held land, in exchange for being signed into the newly forming Swedish Provisional Authority (SPA). No word yet on reactions from the Fascist or Communist governments.

Classified: Security 8

The following is a written version of a conversation held between Srg. Colin Holm and Colonel Valter Larsson, his commanding officer

Holm: Hello?

Larsson: Holm?

Holm: Yes, Colonel Larsson! Good, our radio has been dead for a few hours.

Larsson: Good to know that you got it fixed, anything else?

Holm: Yes, you requested that we keep an open channel when we send out the diplomat, well, the little guy is about to head out.

Larsson: Good. How's the little bugger fairing?

Holm: Imagine a wet cat, Covered in dirt and wearing a tie.

Larsson: Really, he can't hold up around all you soldiers, eh?

Holm: Not one bit.

-Engines creek to a halt-

Holm: Alright, we just pulled up to the fortress, lemme put Lundin on.

Larsson: Understood.

Lundin: He-Hello?

Larsson: Hello Private.

-Faint, in background- Holm: Hello sirs, We're here with a diplomatic envoy on behalf of the Norwegian crown.

-Faint- Guard: Heh, Really now? -Pause- Open it up boys, general says they're cleared

-Loud engine whirring-

Holm: Colonel, I'm back.

Larsson: Everything go alright?

Holm: As alright as we expected. They're pretty well armed up there.

Larsson: Well then, you better not piss them off.

-Breaks-

Holm: Mr. Håkansson, you're up.

Håkansson: Yes... eh, some help with the door.

Holm: Sure

-Door Creak-

Holm: Hope this goes well. [faint]Laatikainen? You have visual?

Laatikainen: Hmm?

-Creak, thunk- [Presumed to be Holm pulling Pvt. Laatikainen down from his seat]

Holm: Visual?

Laatikainen: Yes, I could see him.

Holm:... Give it here.

Laatikainen: What?

Holm: Whatever the hell you were playing with. Give it here.

Laatikainen: Fine...

Holm: Cell phone? You know we were all supposed to hand them over.

Laatikainen: It's to call my mom, she worries...

Holm: You don't think we all have family at home worrying? Get back in your post, you give this over when we get back to base... You're on latrines tonight. Hope you like that chili.

-Bang-

Holm: What the?

-Bang Bang-

Laatikainen: $%&@! They killed him!

Holm: !@#$@#$ !@#$... Fire a warning shot.

-BANG... clink-

Laatikainen: We've got their attention...

Holm: Lundin, open fire!

-Rapid gunshots-

-BANG FWOOOOSH-

Holm: What was that?

Laatikainen: They blew up six, they've got missiles!

Holm: Start firing! Get the fortifications!

Laatikainen: Dammit, they're everywhere!

-BANG FWOOSH-....-THUNK-

Holm: What?!

Laatikainen: Shrapnel, they killed five.

Lundin: I'm out! Reloading!

Holm: Colonel! We are under heavy fire...

-BANG-

Holm:... We need support. Heavy casualties! -Bzzzzzzz- Get something out he-BZZZZZZZZ-

Laatikainen: AHH! Dammit, my eye!

Holm: $%&@ private, get back up there!

Laatikainen: Just drive!

Holm: Sonnuva!

-THUNK CREEEEEEEEK-

Holm: We're stuck! WHAT THE $%&@ ARE WE STUCK ON!

Laatikainen: Ahhh... Looks like they started to pull up the wall... DAMN! They just took out four!

Holm: $%&@!

-THUNK THUNK THUNK-

Holm: Colonel! We aren't going to make it! Get someone out here! Blow it to hell!

-FWOOSH-

Laatikainen: !@#$ FIRE!!! GET OUT!!!

Holm: COLONEL! GET SOME ONE OU-

-thunk-

-Creak-

-Clink-

-BZZZZZZZZZ-

-Signal Lost

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Thirty nine Minutes later, the Following phone call was made from a civilian cell phone to Colonel Larsson

Unknown: Get down!

-Murmurs-

Unknown 2: Hey! Shush up.

-Thunk-

Laatikainen [?][Very faint]: He-Hello? This is Private Laatikainen. My team was captured while attempting to transport an envoy to Fascist leadership. I'll try to keep this quick, can't keep talking. Sergeant Holm is dead, we're all injured. Try to track this phone, please. I'm turning it off, I'll turn it back on when we stop. Please send help, we're alive.

Unknown 2: Hey, what are you doing?

-Signal dead-

Edited December 8, 2009 by Il Terra Di Agea

[Franz Ferdinand]

"Good evening, viewers, it appears that Fascists from the Civil War-torn Sweden have crossed the border into Lübeck and have been proceeding to seize as much land as they can. The Lysekil and Sotenäs Municipalities have already fallen to these brutal oppressors from the North, and therefore, Vega, the gracious ruler of our great nation has declared war on these Fascists belligerents. 25,000 men and equipment have been reportedly deployed to Gothenburg with the intent on using this great city as a hub in the war against the clearly misguided Swedes.

...and now, it appears, our glorious leader has something to say..."

"The resistance put up by the inhabitants of the Municipalities serves as a reminder that Lübeck will not roll over gently. These rebels shall get what they deserve for their arrogance.

They have awoken the dormant God, and therefore, they shall be punished.

We are one people, with one will, one resolve, one cause.

Lübeck shall never fall.

Lübeck shall prevail!"

[Il Terra Di Agea]

16th Brigade, Reg B

Vanersborg

The faint rustle of grass and twigs from the men moving was only audible to them. Nearly a hundred men, all clustered together, tread silently under a moonless sky. Artillery had ailed for days, and the attempts to block the city off had been fruitless. Echo Company, all men of the 16th brigade, had been living outside the city for well over a month. Doing nothing but carrying shells, cleaning guns, and oiling their vehicles. They all joked about how now, as they finally move out, the vehicles that they lavished so much attention on were being left behind until day broke; Preventing friendly fire and the like.

Major Nahas, an Moroccan Arab, officer of the company, followed dead last behind the rest of the men. The silence of the forest was almost painful. Every creaking log, every missed footfall, seemed as load as bomb going off, and everyone winced whenever a gun would click against someone's belt. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the first of the soldiers broke through the trees, and dove into the nearby field. They were in the open now. There was no going back now. If they were seen, it would be the end.They could see the lights in the houses nearby, one on either side; Both had armored cars, or something of the persuasion, in their driveways. Nahas whispered over the radio, "Exiting, the forest. Stay low men, we cannot back out now."

His Norwegian was very formal. He had learned the language in college, and never bothered to pick up a more standard speaking style, save for the occasional swear.

They reached the road, and paused. They heard reports of armed patrols in the area, and needed to get confirmation that the area was clear before they moved.

After several minutes, the patrol car flew past on the road.

"Heh, in a hurry," Someone muttered of the radio, "Hope no one in Delta tipped them off."

As the first few soldiers began to trickle out into the road, another two cars zipped by, almost running a man's leg over.

"We must be more careful," Nahas said, "Go over in groups, we cannot risk getting spotted."

It took an hour for everyone to cross the small, rural street. It all seemed pointless, as they would continue following the same road for another mile.

It took a moment for word to travel across the Company what had happened. Nahas, their leader for only a month after being transferred from Tangier to be closer to Oslo while he awaited his promotion, had stepped on a landmine. He was dead; If rumor is to be believed, cut clean in two by the blast.

It took only a split second longer for the Alarm to be raised. Loud sirens blared from the nearby farm houses. Spot lights began to shoot out of unseen towers, and the armored cars began to cut through the crops.

"Air support!" Someone, presumably a Lieutenant, "Began to scream into their radio, "Calling in Air support. We've been ambushed. Close in on the green smoke."

Almost instantly, a jet of greenish gray began to cut over the distant spot lights.

The sound of gunfire penetrated the cool air. Constant and unyielding, the fast jets of noise cut the air. No one knew what to do. It took a crucial several minutes for the men to group up, and start their counter attack. Norwegian guns began to fire with unmatched precision, but they could still do little to stop the heavily armored vehicles the fascists fielded. In the distance, another landmine went off. Only seconds later, another, and another.

Corporal Ivarsson's patrol was the first to reach a building. A small, but secluded home at the end of a long, circular drive. It was abandoned, and riddled with bullets. The North wall have been destroyed by an artillery strike. The twelve men rushed inside, and took up positions in the windows, and then the roof. They had the clearest shots of anyone out in the fields; ad the clearest view of the fighting.

For all the noise, it was a fairly casualty free battle at that point. An armored car was clearly smoking near the road, hit by a grenade. Another, not far from it, seemed to be a victim of one of its own mines. A few Norwegians lay in the grain, bleeding or dead, but they could barely number fifteen at that point. They could see the Fascist infantry in the distance, marching through the fields, flattening all that was in their path.

Thim Olofsson, the sniper of the group, nudged his officer, "See that guy with the hat down there?"

Ivarsson chuckled, "The one with the cap under his helmet? How could I miss him? Who goes into battle with a neon green hat?"

"A moron, is my guess. Wanna see a magic trick?" Olofsson peered down his scope, and pulled the trigger. Ivarsson saw as the top of his head exploded in a cloud of red mist. "Abracadabra! His hat has disappeared!"

It took only a send longer for the helicopters to move in from their base. In a matter of minutes, the fascists were pushed back into a neighbor hood, and those fifty-three fascists who remained out of the hundred five who came, were captured and taken as Prisoners. The battle lasted a whole of eighty five minutes. Seventeen Norwegian men had died.

The flanking maneuver around the city was plagued by such events all night. Just as expected, Delta company set off the first alarm six kilometers down the road. Several other companies got hit with somilar attacks, and early numbers said that just over 120 fascists had died, versus 38 Norwegians. POWs have been digging the graves all morning, everyone of the Fascist soldiers who had died was getting a burial and a funeral out in the field. Everyone got a marked grave. Those that could be recognized by the POWs, or by ID had their names written on their small, wooden crosses, those that couldn't be identified, we simply buried.

It took another fifteen hours to surround the city. Twenty five until the last Fascists surrendered.

OOC: Meh, needed to post, and this seemed appropriate.

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Update on Operation Blizzard

This week in Occupied Sweden, we had a great number of possibly battle changing events. With lands taken, cities lost, and battles intensifying, the battlefield has begun to change extremely.

Monarchists

16th brigade: regiment B Take Vanersborg, begin moving to take Trollhattan

2nd Airborne Brigade Reg. B takes Norrtalje, begins moving to reunite with former Nationaist territory and aid in the Flanking of Stokholm

2nd Airborne Brigade Reg. A takes Linkoping, precedes to Mjolby

Communist Forces in the area begin to surrender in exchange for food, water, and medical supplies

With Uppsala captured, 15th Brigade Reg. A begin moving to take Knivsta

18th Brigade Reg. A begin extensive invasion of Fascist Alvkalleby

Non-Norwegian Monarchists capture a large area of Fascist help woodland

Fascists

Begin Preparing to Flank Monarchist held Arjang

Under increasing force from the 17th Brigade Reg. B, Fascists begin to retreat and regroup in Hammaro

Fascist forces manage to cut of a large number of Communists outside Finspang, satellite images suggest those captured are being taken prisoner

Fascists manage to take a small area of Monarchist help wilderness, effectively cutting off a major supply route in their attempts to invade Communist held Ydre

Communists

In a surprise assault, Communists forcefully enter Borlange

Communists take the Fascist controlled areas of Orebro, fighting with other Monarchist forces continues on the border

ALL:

Communists, formerly in control of Stockholm begin to loose ground for the first time since the start of the war, leading to violent battle on the city's streets

[Kaiser Martens]

"We have noticed that a number of Fascists have used the Nordheim (Germany) border to smuggle goods by digging a tunnel, and we have busted a number of them in our side of the border. However, not before an amount of manpower and weapons were carried to the other side. We would like to request the honor of being able to move in to attack these individuals and restore order."

[Il Terra Di Agea]

With a jarring shock, Laatikainen was thrown from the rear of the truck, and onto the cold, wet earth below.

"Stand!" One of the tall, soldiers yelled to him in Swedish.

It took a moment for Laatikainen to make sense of it, he came to Norway out of Northern Finland as a child, he could barely understand.

"Stand!" The same man yelled, this time in heavy Swedish accent.

Laatikainen slowly stood, wincing. He realized that he was two inches taller that the man giving him orders.

"Into the room, now," The Swede said, pointing to an open, heavy door.

Laatikainen Walked slowly, looking back every few seconds, the soldier who was giving him orders had moved to the next man who lie on the muddy ground.

A much more grim man stood just inside the room, "Put your armor in the bucket," He said, clearly exhausted, but in much better Norwegian.

Laatikainen piled his dragonskin coat into the large pile that lie just inside the room, and began taking off his boots.

"No," The man muttered from behind the desk, "Keep your boots, you're useless without shoes, we just want your armor."

"Alright..." Laatikainen muttered.

The man behind the desk took a second to understand, "Yes, thank you. Next room."

Laatikainen was shocked; He expected to be beaten and stripped. These were the men who were shooting his friend just hours ago, why were they not hostile, not violent at all.

In the next room he was searched, his cell phone confiscated and smashed. The men in the search room said nothing, they hurriedly finished their job, and tied up his hands. He was instantly flanked by a fully armed soldier and lead through a dank hall. The soldier walked Laatikainen out of the dark, and into a small, enclosed area, filled with massive, chain-link cages. He was thrown in the nearest one, and the soldier barked out the rules, "No touching the cage, no trying to hide in the cage, no trying to escape, no making a mess, no trying to kill yourself. You will be fed twice a day, an hour before sunrise, and hour after sunset. You will do what we tell you, and you will do it the first time we tell you. No questions. If you try to fight us, you get no meal. If you touch the cage, you get no meals for two days. If you do it twice, you get taught how to act, and get now meals for two days. If you do it three times, we will shoot you. Tomorrow, you get to work in the..." The soldier flipped through a small book from his shirt pocket, "Ha, you get to clean the latrines. Better not eat your morning meal, save yourself cleaning that too." The soldier undid Laatikainen's restraints, and kneed him into the cage.

Laatikainen brushed off his already filthy shirt, and sat up. There were two boards on the side of his cage, set of for sleeping, each with a crumpled, almost translucent blanket on top. The latrine of the cage was more than he expected, an ages-old portable toilet, stinking to high heaven, and clacked along the floor. A barely discernible grunt came out out of what appeared to be a muddy pile of clothes in the corner of the cage.

"Huh?" The pile said, beginning to seem more like a disheveled man than a pile of dirt, "Been a while since we got someone new."

"Wuh?!" Laatikainen yelped, not quite realizing he had company.

"Norwegian army, right?" The man said, "Name's Magnus, I was with the 18th."

"He-Hello... Filip Laatikainen from the 2nd Airborne. When did you get out here?"

"Ah, been here since the place opened a month ago. Been in prisons a good five months."

"Wow, I heard that none of the 18th had gotten captured, that the enemy wasn't organized yet."

"Proved them wrong, eh?"

"Well, unless you were with that moron Strøm. God, the Fascists wouldn't even be this freaked out if he hadn't made that !@#$%^&* move in Karlstad. Uhg."

Magnus stared at him for a moment, not quite understanding, "I'm Strøm. Brigadier General Magnus Strøm..."

"What?" Laatikainen muttered, "Oh... OH! Sorry Mag... SIR!. I didn't realize who you were Sir! I...I!"

"At ease. I'm not in command out here, and the Fascists don't know that I'm an officer yet, so please, keep it down."

Oh, sorry si... You."

"Heh. Well, you better settle in. The Fascists put us to work in here, best to get some rest."

"What about food, the guy said we would have a meal?"

"You'll see why I'm not eating when you get it."

"Eh..."

A putrid smell began to waft over from a near shack, as some angry man yelled out "Supper time!"

It was going to be a hard night.

OOC: Needed to post, etc.

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Update on Operation Blizzard

This week in Occupied Sweden, with a major winter storm front, and the growth of the Baltic Ice sheets, the war took a turn for the worst, as far as comfort is concerned. Soldiers have been shipped new blankets, extra layers of clothing, and the ever necessary clean socks to keep dry and warm in the frigid climate. The cold has however, seemed t be a blessing in disguise for our soldiers, who have almost unanimously stated that incidents of combat are lowering, and that the number of surrendering forces has also markedly increased.

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Monarchists

16th Brigade Reg. B move ever closer to Uddevalla, hitting little resistance

After a long, yet fairly bloodless battle, Communist held Borlange fell to the 16th Brigade Reg. A, causing a widespread collapse in the occupied sector, save for three, relatively small outposts

Monarchist soldiers follow close behind taking major roadways and other unoccupied lands

2nd Airborne Brigade Reg. B take a large change of course, but manage to push through much of the remaining Communist resistance and move into Monarchist Taby

2nd Airborne Brigade Reg. A continue their movement towards Mjolby, facing moderate resistance

Non-Norwegian Monarchist forces continue marches into less armed Fascist territory, taking much of the less armed Fascist land, especially further North where the winter has been particularly harsh

Fascists

Fascists make a massive strike into Monarchist territory, capturing Hedmora, Aves, and managing to repel an attack by the 18th Brigade Reg. A on Alvkarleby.

Communists

Communists, taking advantage of the lowered readiness by the Fascist soldiers manage to take a large stretch of land north of Stokholm

ALL:

With the snow falling ever harder and much of the land becoming heavily iced over, all armies on all fronts have been facing heavy resistance, not by enemies, but by the harsh winters

Location... Unknown: Fascist Prison Camp

"We need to get out," Laatikainen muttered to Strøm, "I can't take another day of this work. My fingers are getting frostbite, we've got barely enough to keep ourselves warm. We need to leave... Or break out."

"I know," Strøm whispered back, staring at the nearby guards, "I swear, I have a plan. We just need to wait."

"I can't wait!" Laatikainen ferociously whispered, pointing towards swollen redness of his hands, "I trained up North, I know what Frostbite looks like; This is second degree. Another day working outside, whatever the hell they make us do, I'll start loosing some fingers."

"Shush Private. We'll be out by tonight, just as soon as Mr. Big over there falls for it." Strøm pointed to a rather large guard at the other side of the prison. His name was Axel, and everyone around knew that he was easily the slowest guard, if not human, for miles.

"Him? Sure he's as dumb as a sack of fish heads, but he's big."

"Bigger they are..." Strøm said with a smile as he stood up from the mud, "Hey 'fan ta dig!'" <Literally "Satan take you away," used as F*** You>

Axel look over, a dumb confusion on his face.

"Yah, you! How about you take your 'kukhuvud' over here and show me who's boss?" <Literally [Male Reproductive Organ] Head>

Axel suddenly understood the Norwegian interjections to the insults and began to march over, slowly turning red as he readied his gun.

Laatikainen winced as the giant man walked over. "What did... YOU say to ME!" Axel said in fractured, slow Norwegian.

"I said that you like to eat the feces of a Brigadier General."

"No... You not say that..."

"Oh, sorry then, you won't like my gift," Strøm said as he flung the capture bucket of their toilet into the man's face.

Axel spat the putrid waste out, and stuck the barrel of his gun through the fence. Strøm instantly grabbed it, and managed to twist it, just enough that it slipped from Axel's "moist" hands. As the gun hit the ground, Strøm scrambled down and slipped his hand jut far enough under the the fence the pull the trigger, sending a bullet straight through the guard's foot. He fell to the ground, cradling his wound as Strøm slid the assault rifle through the mud and under the fence.

"There, that wasn't so hard," Strøm said, smiling, "Now, let's get rid of this lock."

He fired a round straight through the padlock, and pushed Axel away with the door. "Grab his side arm, and his keys... and anything else we might need."

Laatikainen silently complied, sticking the keys, a radio, and a few pieces of ID from the guard's pockets.

"Hey! You there!" Another guard yelled, running at them, "Get down! Stop!"

Strøm sighed as he shot the man in the gut. "Help me out," Strøm muttered, now trying to life Axel up, "We need to get these two in the cell."

"Why?"

"Plan... Alright, no, this isn't part of the plan, but it'll hep us out."

As the two finally stripped the guards of their IDs, guns and anything that would make them appear in any way guard-like, Strøm grabbed a radio, "Dammit, we have two prisoners, tried to escape with a stolen handgun. Shot the lock off, both are injured, requesting cleanup," He shut the radio off and whispered to Laatikainen, "Hope that fools them..."

The two, now both fully armed, began to walk from the facility, both filthy, but nearing their escape.

A hollow whoosh came over them as they made it to the first door. Laatikainen made a faint murmur, and collapsed onto the ground, blood begining to seep from his stomach.

"Son of a..." Strøm began to say, as another silenced round pounded into his arm, knocking him to the ground.

OOC: Hooray, post

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Location... Unknown

The only sound that Strøm could hear was the beating of his own heart, and even that was faint. The pain in his arm was immense, and throbbing, the rest of his body felt numb in comparison. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he could not. Each lid felt as if it were weighed down by hundreds of pounds. His entire body felt heavy. He began to realize that he was loosing blood. A lot of it.

In what felt like an instant, he felt himself thrown into the back of a truck. He felt the lightest touch along his open, bloody wound. Only the occasional word from the outside slipped in.

"...Loosing Blood!" Some distant voice yelled.

There was a long pause, "Almost...... There..."

He could still feel the light pressure on the wound, and the pain had yet to cease.

"Get....... Morphine..."

In an instant the pain in his arm began to vanish, and in the split second between the injection, and his passing out of exhaustion, he felt back to normal.

Strøm felt the strength coming back to him. Wherever he was, he was no longer moving. The pain of his wound was still present, but it had waned slightly, enough that he could function once more. The click of boots was the first thing he heard, coming closer, and then farther away, and then back again. After what felt like hours, he began to pull open his eyes. The light blinded him instantly; He knew he was inside, somewhere.

"And so the General awakens..." An aged man's voice echoed from across the room. The foot steps sped up, and finally stopped.

"How are you?" The voice asked, now much closer, "Comfortable? I hope so, we almost contemplated letting you sit in the good chairs, but then with the blood, couldn't risk it. You know what I mean."

"What..." Strøm muttered, still unable to see past the room's bright lights.

"You know what? I really don't care if you are comfortable. You are the one who ruined our plans. Do you know that? We've been hunting you down for months, and you have been in our prison the whole time. It hurts, you know."

Strøm yelled in pain as the man shoved a cane into his wound.

"Yes! Just like that! And now, you're here. Right here, in my own office! And do you want to know what else, you are going to die, right here, in my office. You will pay. For all the lives lost, for all the needless death and destruction. We were going to end it, before you came in..."

Another voice cut in; "Sir, your speech is in two minutes."

"Yes, yes Ekerot. I'll be out in a moment. Enjoy your time Strøm," The man said as he began to walk away once more, "What little you have left."

Dammit, Strøm though to himself, I was that close. To the man that I've been trying to get a talk with, get a bullet in, for the last half a year. He was inches away. I need to leave. To get out...

He pulled at his arms, both were zip-tied to the chair legs, his legs were taped around.

I need to get out, he though again, beginning to pull up on the tie, Going to get out...

With a massive yank, he cracked the leg a bit, but he knew he did more damage to himself than good as he felt the warm trickle of blood from deep, twisting laceration that formed from the friction of his bindings He paused again, trying to assess the situation. It was not too deep, he decided; It was the outer arm, no major arteries, just a flesh wound.

With another massive yank, and another shallow crack, the chair collapsed to the side, the leg was broken and splintered.

Strøm frantically jumped to his feet, and hobbled over the the door, barely able to stay upright. The adrenaline of his escape was waning, he had no energy left.

The sound of distant clapping began to resonate through the room. That sound, the click of his boots, began to echo once more. Strøm braced himself.

"Briga-" The man was cut off as Strøm jumped, smashing the aged man in the stomach, and pushing him back into the wall.

Strøm backed up, and collapsed as the man straightened his back, and brushed off his jacket.

"You !@#$%^&," The man barked, "You think you're smart? You think that you are working for the greater good? HA! All you have managed to do is kill. Kill and kill and kill! The war was on its last legs when you marched in, and you ruined it! You ruined everything!"

Strøm was silent, staring the man in the face as he began to get back onto his feet.

"The people wanted me! Me! Not some monarch, not some President, prime minister or priest, they asked for me, and you took it away. You are the reason that this is happening! And now you'll pay! You're homeland will pay! They'll all pay..." The man reached into his coat, and pulled out a revolver, "Nobody ruins Generalmajor Castren's plan... Hurk..."

The man turned instantly pale as the chair leg pierced his heart. The gun slipped from his limp hands. Blood began to pour from his mouth.

"No one..." He muttered, collapsing to the ground.

Strøm picked up the revolver, and stood. The world was spinning around him. He slowly opened the office door, and began the walk to his freedom.

OOC: Hooray, slight moral ambiguity!

[Il Terra Di Agea]

Norwegian Military Command, Oslo

Kian Martinsson, the Norwegian Minister of Defense, slowly paced the halls of the new building in Oslo. Rumors were spreading fast about the situation in the Occupation zone. Supposedly, if the ravings of lower ranked officers was to be believed, Brigadier General Strøm, the man who prompted a massive search, the first of his rank to enter into the Swedish Civil war, was alive, more than just alive, that he had killed the top military leader of the fascists, and singlehandedly ended the war. The radios analysts were trying to pick apart every message that came in, but the was still no word from the generals, nothing could be believed yet.

There were bigger matters to attend to, Martinsson finally decided after nearly an hour in waiting. Whether the Brigadier general was alive or dead, the Fascist army was collapsing. In The past four days, reports of well over 100,000 armed men and women surrendering had come in, and hundreds of thousands more had reportedly raised white flags over their towns, homes and roads. The military in the area was getting overstretched, and everyone in command knew it.

Right as Martinsson sat down, a portly, mustached man in filthy military garb stepped into his office, "Minister Martinsson, you requested clarification of some rumors spreading through the military?"

"Yes General, what have you found?"

"Well, I went out to Uddevalla myself, and I can say, without doubt, that Brigadier General Magnus Strøm is alive, barely, for whatever it counts."

"Really, how? He's been missing for months, how on earth is he still alive?"

"The man is a fine soldier, and a fine officer sir. By the sound of the POWs, he stabbed and shot his way out of their base, and into the streets and plopped down in a pile of firewood. 16th Brigade found him, and sent him off to medical. He was badly frostbitten, had some severe hypothermia, and has suffered what looks like two bullet wounds, one stitched up, the other bandaged in a strap of cloth. He's out cold now, but the doctor out there says he should be fine."

"That's... Great, I guess."

"As the general began to walk out, Martinsson spoke up, "General Fedorov, the situation in the territories, with all the surrenders, how do you suggest we go forward."

"We don't need to go forward, the war will end its self, you just worry your pretty little face about Stockholm."

Update on Operation Blizzard: Special Report

With one of the most fast paced weeks on the battle field thus far, the fascist armies have begun their final collapse. With the death of the their top Military commander, and the always encroaching Monarchist and Norwegian armies, the vast Majority of Fascist held territory has surrendered independently from their former government. Now, with their army crumbling, it seems that the last steps in ending the war are peace with the Communists, and a final step to take Stockholm.

Fascists

Fascist soldiers begin to surrender en masse, except in Stokholm, where they remain organized

Monarchists

2nd Airborne Brigade Reg. B arrive in Stokholm, enter the fight

2nd Airborne Brigade Reg. A arrive in Mjolby as escorts and guards for peacetalks

15th Brigade Reg. B begin moving toward Stokholm

16th Brigade Reg. B take Uddevalla, primary staging center for the Fascist movement

17th Brigade (All) begin moving in to take remnants of Fascist ruling Parties believed to be held up in Saffle

18th Brigade, though heavily thinned out by battle, begin moving towards Stokhol, with a stop to pick up reinforcements and new supplies in Uppsala

Non-Norwegian Monarchists Report mass surrender, begin handing out supplies

Communists

Communist forces finally agree to enter peace negotiations with the Monarchists in Mjolby

[Sabioviejo]

OOC, very interesting story .

[Il Terra Di Agea]

OOC: Completely forgot about this thread. Blarg

IC:

Norway Declares Victory in Sweden

After over two years of combat, starting with the first soldiers sent alongside Brigadier General Magnus Strøm, and ending with the explosive battle for the Swedish Capitol, and the surrender of the last remnant of the Fascist resistance in the Riksdag, the Norwegian government, in conjunction with the Swedish Provisional Authority, has declared victory in the Swedish War.

Soldiers, immediately after their surrender, dirty and hungry from over a month without reliable supplies

But now, hostilities ending and the Provisional Government planned to meet at six o'clock AM on Monday morning at Rosersberg Palace, we are left with several questions, and solemn facts to keep in our minds.

Over the Course of the conflict, 1423 Norwegian men were killed in action; 3103 were injured. In morning, we cannot however, forget the losses throughout the rest of the war; It is estimated that 5000 Fascist, Communist, Monarchist and Nationalist soldiers were killed, with the number injured estimated at nearly 10,000. Over the course of the Civil War, it is estimated that over 100,000 families were displaced from their homes, most will likely return to a heavily ransacked dwelling, if their home has not been destroyed all together.

Drottningholm Palace, traditional home of the Swedish royalty was left in the protection of several soldiers, all of whom protected the palace wonderfully. This cannot however be said for the Riksdag or Stockholm palace, both of which suffered heavy damage in the conflict. The Nation's Museums all suffered little damage, most cordoned off by high fences, they took fairly long to be ransacked, and even then, they suffered zero robberies (All valuables were locked down when the war turned violent). The Stock Exchange was heavily vandalized by Communist forces, however, it remains in fair structural condition.

Nearly 100,000 Aid workers flying Norwegian flags have set up facilities in the larger, urban areas of Sweden to start giving out medicine and food to those without access to it. Over 20 million Kroner have been cleared to pay for tents and temporary shelter while reconstruction begins. As with our own civil war, reconstruction will begin in the Suburbs, repairing houses and roads to give the displaced a place to live, and a means to find new work. It remains unknown what the total price of the infrastructure destroyed is, but it is presumed to be astronomical.

The Swedish Provisional Authority (SPA), formed by the Norwegian government two months prior to Victory, has already stated that the plan to rebuild will start where it is most needed, in the homes of the people, and the businesses shut down by the warfare. Ulf Kristersson, former Commissioner of Social Services in Stockholm and member of the SPA, has stated that he has "High hopes for the coming months. We have been fighting for two years, and now, we have more than a chance to restart where we left off, but to start again, to fix the problems of the old Sweden, and really improve the quality of life, especially for the unemployed." The first meeting of the SPA, planned for Monday, is intended as a "Meet and Greet," introducing members of the provisional government, many of whom have never met each other face-to-face, and as a means to begin forming a method of organization for the government. Current projections put the formation of the new Government in two years, including an official election for King and a new Parliament next January.

OOC EDIT: Just a note, this is all, by no means, over. There is still meeting of the SPA, a violent outbreak or two, a political scandal and a host of other fun stuff coming up

Edited January 21, 2010 by Il Terra Di Agea