Mission to Cyprus

Astrakhan, Russian Federation - 0730 Hours



Gennady stood at the window of his room in his Astrakhan headquarters, staring at the rising sun and the colors of the sky, which slowly subsided from a dark grey, to bright orange, to yellow, and then to a final clear blue sky. He then took a glance at the stack of papers on his desk inside of a folder marked CONFIDENTIAL - COMMAND DIRECTIVE 722C. Contained inside this folder, was the operation to rid Cyprus of the Americans once and for all, with the reinforcements brought in by plane since NAU forces had disengaged for a while. After several weeks of waiting, it was now time to commence the operation.

He quickly logged onto his personal ultra-definition military computer and on a line reserved only for senior commanders, he called a polkovnik (colonel) in Cyprus. Within seconds , he was met with an enthusiastic face, from a connection many kilometers away.

"You wanted me, General Pavlovsky?" said the dark-haired figure as he gave a brief salute when the secure link was established. This was Polkovnik Igor Ivanovich Mikhailov, sent to Cyprus in the face of stiff American offensives.
"Mikhailov, it is time we destroy the Yankees. Commence Operation Liberty Calling," said Pavlovsky, "and eliminate any residual resistance. You will be cooperating with the VDV, and if you do well, you can consider it progress towards a promotion." Liberty Calls. This operation name was a mockery and parody of American operation names. Fitting, seeing as the tables were about to be turned. 
"Affirmative, General. Time to do my country proud." said Mikhailov. As the link was cut off, Pavlovsky leaned back in his chair. Oh, what a day this is going to be, he thought.. 


Nicosia, Cyprus



Professional Russian infantry stood in formation, silent and at attention as officers around them clamored about, making sure their combat preparations were satisfactory. The idle engines of armored vehicles such as Kodiak tanks added to the noisy atmosphere, becoming an ambient buzz traveling through the air. Then, once a certain Colonel arrived and besides the ever-present pulsing of engines and chirping of birds, the base went quiet. Everyone turned to face Polkovnik Igor Ivanovich Mikhailov, who, in turn, took a deep breath in preparation to give a small speech.
"Listen up, men! Today shall be a grand day for Cypriots and for liberty itself. Now, I bet you would all want to be back home, in Russia, or Armenia, with your friends, wives, or kids, kicking back and relaxing. But today, you have a job to do: to deal with a threat to international stability that we know as the USA. They had the nerve to come onto this island, killing and marauding over the proud inhabitants of Cyprus. Nobody ever wished to become a slave to the Americans, to become yet another victim of their sinister intentions. Today, they will be removed like the pests that they are! We will push them out into the sea, in a tidal wave of their own blood, and should they try to come back... we will drown them in the Mediterranean! Now I shall say this... who is with me?" 
His soldiers let out an inspired "We are with you!". Not yet satisfied, in a bellowing voice, he said it again. "Let me repeat that.. WHO IS WITH ME?!" 
"WE ARE WITH YOU, TOVARISCH POLKOVNIK! URAAAAAA!" The Russian war machine was ready for action, and only 30 minutes later, two separate prongs of Mikhailov's forces moved out through the Troodos Mountains, one prong towards Paphos (Detachment Volkov), and one towards Limassol (Detachment Fyodor). With ease, the treads and wheels of their vehicles moved through the countryside, encountering merry greetings from Cypriots instead of any resistance. However, the soldiers did not let their guard down, for an ambush or surprise air strike could mean the loss of lives and precious time.
After several hours of travel, the cities of Paphos and Limassol were secured and around 50 NAU POWs were taken, the minimal garrison force which would have precipitated the arrival of NAU reinforcements. A single POW was injured when attempting to resist capture, however thankfully the rest of the POWs laid down their weapons and followed orders. They were to be transferred to Famagusta up north, to be exchanged and used as a bargaining piece later.

(OOC: I was told by Bruce that there was a small skeleton garrison force or whatever, but he never told me where, so I assumed the west coast of Cyprus.)

Now that the west coast was secured, the next step for the CSTO forces: Defending Larnaca and driving out the NAU invaders once and for all, humiliating them militarily.



Meanwhile, inside of Nicosia proper, the mobs of angry civilians that threatened to throw the city into chaos were not just controlled, but also subdued by newly trained police officers, riot control squads, and the reformed Cypriot national guard, most of which had defected to the pro-Russian provisional government, the Social Republic of Cyprus. Order was enforced firmly, and the people knew this.
To further keep the population in check, a curfew was implemented, lasting from 10:00 PM until 6:30 AM. Until the capital could be secured for sure against future aggression, this curfew would remain.

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GPU Leadership
Dmitry Molchanov


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(OOC: Official request to pause until Miller posts in the U.N.)

The Warzone Cyprus remains neutral after a combined effort by the NAU and the RF to remove the Russian Old Guard, which is successful. Chinese and European evacuations go off without much conflict, but Russian Old Guard forces do engage at some points. After the battle, the Cypriot population demands in the UN that it retains its neutrality.