The “League of the Crescent” seeks to destroy an emergent “Mountain Republic”. The “Republic of the Covenant” intervenes to prevent ethnic annihilation and redraws the map of the region. The League of the Crescent crosses the border into the Mountain Republic, based upon the assumption that within a few days to a couple of weeks that it could conquer these hapless people. It invasion Armies deploys a million-man Army which includes drones, armour, and naval blockades etc. Something like the Russian opening invasion of the Ukraine.
The dictator of the “League of the Crescent”, a vain man who surrounds himself with compliant and fearful Yes-men boot lickers. These flatterers, similar to false prophets predict a glorious short war. They justify the invasion as but merely a “security operation”, aimed to crush Kurdish-style arrogant pretensions to achieve National Independence. The League of the Crescent, in this sense resembles Main Land Communist China vs. the Island of Tiawan.
The Supreme Leader assured that this short war people shall remember something like the June 1967 Six Day War or the Israeli 12 Day War against Iran. The Great Leader of the League of the Crescent guaranteed that the Republic of the Covenant would not intervene in the incursion due to the swiftness of this short, “tiny war”. Alas the Great Leader failed to account for the secret Intelligence services of the Republic of the Covenant, know as the Poosang.
The Great Leader of the League of the Crescent, pampered within his palace of marble and mirrors. He perceived himself as a genius, greater than Saddam Hussein! He rejoiced and celebrated the expected ‘Good News’ of the total surrender of the Mountain Republic. His News Outlets of propaganda declared sweeping military victories and advances deep into the heart of the Mountain Republic. Alas due to the horrors of war his spy satellites had mysteriously gone blind. The forward tip of the spear battalions had gone mute – due to the rules of military silence.
This quiet on the “All Western Front”, concealed the operations of the Poosang which engaged the forces of the League of the Crescent before their grand alliance tanks even crossed the Mountain Republic borders. The Great Leader cursed those damned mountains for the black-out and radio silence.
For years the Poosang spies had slept inside the veins and arteries pumped blood in the heart of the League of the Cresent. With their ears on the rail-lines the Poosang instituted “Echo Protocols” which effectively controlled the hardware which guided all his drones and military computers. Every encrypted field device, every general’s wrist comm, every staff officer’s tablet the Poosang had broken all the secret codes, comparable to the Nazi Enigma code machine.
Across twenty-six command centers, simultaneous detonations silenced the League’s General Staff. The admirals aboard the flagship Hawk of the Faithful vanished into a white flash that rose like dawn over the sea. In airbases, pilots never reached their cockpits; in bunkers, the emergency systems themselves turned executioner. The Poosang called it Operation Mirrorfall. No bullet fired, no soldier seen — only the reflection of arrogance devoured by its own circuitry.
In the Palace, the Great Leader’s personal console — a custom device made by his most trusted engineers — suddenly displayed a message written in flawless Crescent script: “The Covenant remembers the mountains. The Covenant watches.” Before his guards could react, a faint pulse passed through the room — like the sigh of a thousand invisible wings. The mirrors around him cracked. The throne of the Crescent fell silent.
By dawn, the League’s capital had lost its voice. No orders, no command. Only confusion — and the hum of unseen drones hovering high above the city’s minarets, marking targets with the light of judgment. The war that was to last two weeks ended in two days. The balance of Power in this critical region of the world had permanently shifted – like that of a powerful Earthquake.
The Republic of the Covenant, like both the 6 Day and 12 Day Wars achieves total Air Dominance over the Skies of an earlier decapitated dictator. Its famous MacBauch tanks sweep across those lands and chaos and anarchy which prevailed following that dictator’s escape to the land of furry Vadka drinking boors. That dictator consoled his exile unto his new homeland with his dream to live in the ideal socialist republic of absolute dictatorship.
Before the International World Government could impose or intervene the Army of the Republic of the Covenant had for the third time conquered “New Rome” glorified under Emperor Caracalla of 3rd Century Roman empire days long dead, now given the ritual Tahnik Shahadah Aqiqah Ghusl Name of Kurdistan. The Kurds rejoiced having finally attained their National Independence as a free Nation by burning the Megale Ekklesia to the ground and throwing its stones into the Sea as cursed hated objects wherein barbarian idolaters worshipped their theologically created Gods.
Later, following a day of absolute rejoicing came the hard work of making Kurdistan a viable and stable nation state. The victors of total war forced a two-state solution similar to what the WWII Allies did upon divided Germany and Berlin. The League of the Crescent populations forced out of the lands of the Mountain Republic. Both nations made a mass population transfer and exchange, akin to what India and Pakistan or the German native populations forcibly expelled from Prussia Poland and Russia.
The skies over the Crescent were clear — not by weather, but by conquest.
The Republic of the Covenant’s air fleet, unmatched since the wars of old, swept through the heavens like the six-winged seraphim of Isaiah’s vision. The League’s remaining aircraft never rose; their hangars became molten graves beneath precision light.
Below, the MacBauch divisions advanced — steel leviathans guided by silent operators who read the war like scripture. The dictator, once master of the League of the Crescent, fled eastward to the land of vodka-drinking dreamers, seeking refuge among those who called tyranny an “ideal republic.” In his exile, he still rehearsed speeches to ghosts — declaring himself leader of a nation that no longer existed.
By the time the International World Government convened its emergency session, the war — already history — Consummatum est. The ancient imperial city once rebuilt and renamed a dozen times by a dozen conquerors. But this time the conquest was final. The city was given a new covenantal name: Kurdistan, the “Mountain Republic fulfilled.”
Its citizens poured into the streets, not as subjects but as free men and women. They toppled the old monuments of theology and empire. The Great Church of Megale Ekklesia, symbol of centuries of domination, was dismantled stone by stone, its marble cast into the sea — a ritual cleansing of idolatry and empire alike.
The Republic of the Covenant, aware that chaos follows liberation, imposed order with an iron patience. A new border was drawn, not with feather pen of a Pie in the Sky “International Law” world government but through borders established as spoils of war. For the first time in a thousand years, the Mountains spoke their own tongue again. And though the world condemned the Covenant’s methods, it also watched in awe — for no one could deny that, once again, history had bowed to the will of the Republic of the Covenant.
Along the highways, caravans moved in opposite directions. The Crescent settlers departed with the dust of their cities on their feet, escorted by soldiers of the Covenant who offered neither cruelty nor comfort. From the northern valleys, displaced tribes returned singing old songs that had not been heard for centuries. The twin columns passed each other without words, like tides obeying the pull of a hidden moon. In the marketplaces of Kurdistan, new alphabets appeared on the signs. Children recited them as though discovering light.
At night, the elders gathered around fires on rooftops and told stories the League had forbidden, naming villages by their true, ancient names. The stars above the mountains seemed sharper, as though the sky had waited for this speech to return. Yet beneath the songs and rebuilding there lingered a hush — the silence of people learning to trust freedom after generations of command. Every dawn carried the scent of both promise and remembrance. The mountains had their voice again, but the world still listened, wondering whether that voice would become a song or a storm.
The Tribunal of Nations convenes hearings accusing the Covenant of “war crimes” and “population transfer.” The Covenant’s ambassadors must defend their actions before a hypocritical world body that by rote mantra again and again ignores the Shoah – the basis for the formation of this unworthy “Tribunal of Nations”.