Plexia institutes a draft and raises its DEFCON to 1.
A call is raised for help from any willing nation.
For now, Plexian planes have been sent out close to water level, and are told not to return until their targeted carrier has been sunk either by bombs, torcreepes, or the planes themselves. Pilots have been instructed to crash into the enemy ships at the waterline if they should run out of ammunition.
On the ground, tanks have been deployed around roads and land mines are being set down outside of cities.
Infantry have taken formation inside cities, and snipers have been positioned everywhere.
The Plexian monarch gives a speech to rally his people and to increase nationalism. Victory or scorched earth! He also thanks the AC for offering to help.