Official Update
The situation has fluctuated considerably. On the up side, landings at the docks are about to begin, and our tanks have secured a path through to them. On the downside, rebel forces are nearing Octavo Square and are attacking Embassy Street. Fortunately, the embassies have been mostly evacuated.
The Docks
The small fleet pulled out of the docks at Black Point Military Center. As it entered the Dark Strait, it met up with the fleets from Bonaugure, Sanden, Bruuma, and Ryccia.
"Prepare to dock," the admiral ordered.
The ships' big guns began to fire. Flame rippled across the docks. There was return fire, but from across the strait. The allied ships had forced resistance fighters on the coast to flee or dig in. The warships began to move toward the docks and soldiers grabbed machine guns and rocket launchers. The boats bumped the docks and the men rappelled down the sides quickly. Shots rang out and the more enterprising men dropped crates down before heading down the side, so as to have cover.
Embassy Street
The soldiers were outgunned. They were forced to take cover as machine gun fire erupted from several areas, then had to abandon cover as Tung Sten with rudimentary flamethrowers advanced. Eventually, they fled. The Tung Sten troops advanced cautiously, then began looking around. The commander of the government troops thought to himself: Damn! We left the explosives!
Economic Advisory Building, Octavo Square
The EAB was the tallest building in Octavo Square, and, indeed, one of the tallest in the city. It had been evacuated immediately, but soldiers had set up a field command center in the lower levels. Snipers and machine-gunners had headed to the top, where they began picking off communist troops who strayed from cover. They knew, though, that it was only a matter of time before enough armored vehicles could be gathered up to advance with impunity.
Some of the better snipers had gone around to the other side of the building, where they monitored the wolframist activity. Then they saw that the wolframists had taken Embassy Street. Two of them ran down to inform the commander, leaving one at the top.
The remaining sniper was named William Rincewind. Prior to the Sporaltryan War, he had been an outspoken journalist. However, when he had returned, he had become quieter. Now, he pulled out his binoculars and scanned Embassy Street.
He saw that an explosives cache had been left by the retreating troops...and that some of the wolframists had flamethrowers... and that they were all gathering around the cache...
Rincewind blinked. He knew what he had to do. In one smooth motion, he pulled out his rifle and raised it to his shoulder. He took careful aim and fired.
The aim was perfect. The bullet hit one of the flamethrower fuel tanks, and the resulting explosion ignited the explosives cache.
By the time the smoke had cleared, government troops had retaken Embassy Street and were pushing toward the docks.
Mule
The Mule had been lucky. The heavy cruiser had fired on her, but she had managed to get a lucky hit on the cruiser's bridge, causing mass chaos. By the time things were running smoothly again, the Mule had disappeared, and the new orders were to return to Darkstrait immediately to resolve the conflict.
Meanwhile, the Mule had also returned to Darkstrait to join the rebellion. The communist leaders had been glad to see the ship and, after discussion with the Tung Sten, had scraped up a small battle fleet. This fleet then smuggled supplies into the city by night and, in a daring raid, stole fifteen civilian ships. These were then modified for combat and sent to a staging area to prepare for an attack on Black Point.

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