Bertrand Chirac had launched his Mirage 2K fighter from the deck of the
Montagne, the Gaulasian Navy's prized aircraft carrier. Almost as soon as he had gotten use to the calm scene of blue skies and white clouds when the colony of Gealia appeared. He immediately spotted one of the four small ships the Irnotians had patrolling the colony.
His job, and the job of his fellow pilots would be to barrage the Irnotian ships from the air before the rest of the Gulasian navy showed itself to finish the Imperial colonial fleet off.
Suddenly he pulled up, sending his fighter into a dive, heading toward the Irnotian ship. Before pulling up he launched an AtS missile and let out a spurt of bullets.
He quickly glanced over his left shoulder. He saw a decent sized explosion and turned to make an other pass.
How many Irnotian sailors had he just killed? There was no denying he had just robbed families of sons and daughters, brothers and sisters. It was enevitable for anyone going to war to think these thoughts, the sensible solider shut them out of his mind. They would do the same to you if they had the chance. War was all about denying them that chance.
He passed over the damaged Irnotian ship again, showering it with bullets before pulling off.
Pilots, return to your assigned ships, the aerial barrage has ended."That was quick" Bertrand thought to himself. His eyes didn't lie, however. The four Irnotian ships had been severely damaged, one was still on fire.
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Seaman Pierre Tiberi, gunner on the battleship
L'Océan, was waiting eagerly for the Irnotian fleet to come into view.
Slowly the battered ships of the Imperial colonial fleet came into view.
"Feu!" blasted over the PA system. Pierre let go, firing his guns into the crippled Irnotian fleet.
Looking out he could see the streaks of torpedoes heading toward the Irnotian ships.
Within moments it was all over. The small Imperial fleet had been destroyed. The subs surfaced to collect Irnotian sailors who had survived from the waves of the ocean.
Large transport ships launched their smaller aquatic landing vessels filled with the blue-grey clad soldiers of the Kingdom of Gaulasia.
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Admiral Nicolas de Neufville sat back in the office of the former Imperial governor. He and his family had been taken to one one of the makeshift prison camps set up in the outskirts of Paria. He watched out the window as the
flag of the Irnotian Empire was lowered in favour of the blue and gold Gaulasian triple Trinity irons.
True, they only occupied Paria, but that was more or less just as good as occupying the entire colony, there wasn't much else on the island.
To: Government of the Irnotian Empire
From: Admiral Nicolas de Neufville, provisional governor of the Gaulasian province of Gealia
The Kingdom of Gaulasia does not want war. We simply want what belongs to us, land inhabited by out ethnic brothers. Rightfully Gealia is Gaulasian land, not Imperial territory.
We wish to return to a state of peace. Surrender all claim to sovereignty over the Fir people and the province of Gealia and remove all Imperial forces from this hemisphere, including the dismantlement of the LCF military base in the Commonwealth of Inglo-Scotia.
May peace again be at hand.