Central Control for the Reconquest of Duom Asderaordia

Sheen:
3 cruisers, 8 destroyers, 2 ocean liners to assist in any troop transportation with capacity of ~15k comfortably and >20k uncomfortably

They will arrive in just under a month's time.

10 days - 1 battlecruiser, 2 cruisers, 2 torpedo boat destroyers.

10 days - protection unit for the queen.

2 weeks - 4 battle cruisers, 8 cruisers, 8 destroyers.

2 weeks - 18000 men.

The vanguard will arrive in ten days. They will evacuate you and as many civilians as they can hold then move offshore so you can flee if the island falls. There we will wait for the remaining forces to arrive.

Duke Clement, Duke Alfred, Duchess Audrina, as well as Duke Charles and Duchess Ingrid, convened to discuss the letter from Duom Asderaordia. It was a simple and short letter, asking what forces they'd bring for a reconquest. It had baffled the five; why was a random country asking for numbers of aid? They had provided no information as to who they were reclaiming land from, nor why a force had conquered the land to begin with. It was quickly settled on what to respond with.

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 "The Dukes and Duchesses of Aylscor will not be sending aid at this time to a country that provides no information. Furthermore, personal Aylscoric projects prevents us from doing much of anything with other countries at the time."

The Red Navy is sending The Cruiser Sperre to support the operation that is coming in your country and a Brigade of Red Marines will be supplemented,  The Brigade will support 2 of our MASH units that we are also sending.
MASH as you migh be aware are; Mobile army surgical hospital's. They will lessen the burden on the local healthcare services and the forces trying to defend your state.
The PRR will not directly support any side when it comes to fighting your conflict. The main goal of Red Army units and the Red Fleet comes with only one goal and that is to help lessen the burden on your civilian population, they are after all the true victims during these tragic events.  
We hope that our units in the theater will be able to cooperate with your foces and other states allied during this conflict so our humanitarian aid can reach those that need it the most, no matter what world view or values.

Four combined passenger-cargo ships, loaded to capacity with cargo arrived in port after being sent away from occupied territory, laden with as much cargo as they could carry. The steerage class compartments had been stripped bare and filled to bursting with goods. There had been little in the way of food available in the markets, with prices inflating too high for the DOC to consider worth procuring. Behind the ships trailed a single armored cruiser, attempting to secure the convoys flanks from any unpleasant sorts. DOC flags were flown in hopes that the companies name and officially neutral position would allow them to slip away to safety. They had received orders from the Moderal Branch not to resist their removal from occupied territory or be too forceful in demands of repayment. That would come in time. Now though, there was a much more important package to retrieve.

The stacks of rather useless goods, from the perspective of a struggling people anyway, were nonetheless being transferred to the docks. Raw iron, unprocessed cotton, and timber were unloaded here. They would have to get in contact with the proper authorities to unload any coal and perishable goods for distribution by proper authorities. Perhaps the people could find some use for the rest of it. More importantly though, the cargo vessels needed to lighten their load enough to pick up as much speed as possible. They were playing a dangerous game.

DOC chamberlain Conrad Vermils allowed this to go on regulated by dockworkers while he found the proper authorities to hand his orders to. The Telegraph read:


“Armed DOC ships to follow shortly. Remove Queen and ministers. Convene with Moderal fleet at agreed coordinates. Do not disclose course to anyone but Queen. Further instructions to follow.”

The Captain aboard the DOCS Halcyon put his telegraph operator through the wringer trying desperately to get responses back and forth from the DOC inbound fleet and the remaining defenders holding out in the fort. He received assurances that the fleet was nearing the waters of the fort, mere hours away. Would they hold out that long? Could they afford to wait. His attempts to contact the decrepit wooden vessels nearby were met with silence. Did they have enough ammunition? Would the armor be sufficient?

Making a gamble, the captain ordered his men to ready the guns. The cruiser could surely cause enough damage to force a withdrawal. He hoped. The freighters were barely armed with deck mounted guns, but perhaps… perhaps.

Finally he gave the order. “Men swing into position! Let’s see if these floating buckets are a match for us.” Finally, the first shots rang out toward the occupying fleet.

Bullets harmlessly pinged off the sides of the Halcyon as she continued unloading her guns on the unsuspecting fleet. Here and there, shots from the outdated ships splashed into the waters around her, causing the vessel to buck slightly in their wake. A sudden ripping of steel and a tremor rocked the boat, the force of its impact pushing the bow of the ship forward at the waterline.

“Sir, a shell from the shore battery breached the armor above the waterline at the stern. Structural integrity is sound, and the engines are fine. But if we don’t take care of the shore guns, we’ll be in for it!”, cried out one man to the captain.

“Right then. We’ll have to rely on torpedos for the rest of the fleet. It’s not ideal, but hopefully we’ll break the backs of those damn heathens. Order the primaries toward the shore guns. They’ll wet themselves with blood! And someone get the damn fleet in contact. I need exact coordinates now!”

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The DOC fleet, accompanied by vessels from the Divinian Merchant Marines, had entered waters off the north of the Occupied nation when the urgent telegraph came through. Relayed to Prince Gabriel aboard the Battleship Hyacinthus, orders were sent out to push the ships to top speed. Panicked engineers, staring at the soaring pressure gauges quickly covered the instruments with their caps. It was best not to know sometimes. But damnit, they wouldn’t lose the element of surprise.

As the sun rose on the island the fortress stood strong with the flag waving defiantly against the burning buildings surrounding the fortress. The Halcyon's captain looked out apon the landscape seeing only burned countryside and vast fields of grain all signs of life completely gone. The Captain then spotted a lone figure walking towards the vessel holding a pole aloft to which a flag was waving. They start flashing a Morse code signal asking to speak to the captain
Flag Below 

The Red banner of the revolution flew in the win as the cruiser of Rodinan Imperial origin was slowly nearing the contested waters around Doum Asderaordia. The captain had no interest going further before linking up with the forces from The Imperium Divinium. He had no personal wish in working with the capitalists, but he did agree with the party that working with former enemies to to secure a good propaganda victory was more important then his own ego. After all, he had just barley survived the engagement with the Divinium forces prior to the revolution, and he itched for revenge. But the needs of the collective was greater then Ivar's own desires.
And the cruiser Sperre alone would not really threaten the coming fleet, and that would only leave the transport he was escorting alone in the water.
He wondered how the coaliton would take it that his beloved Rodina had promised 5,000 soldiers but only sent 2,000. He had heard the brass talk about more coming later once fighting was underway to not risk to many of his countrymen was put in harms way of the initial invasion. After all feeding and supplying these forces was expensive and the cause back home swallowed most resources. He would not be surprised if they'd be recalled to support a minor assault along the former Rodian Imperial coast.

But that would be a concern when that order arrived. 
But for now was Ivar's focus on the task at hand, and being polite to capitalist scum.