NationStates Jolt Archive

"The Lords of the Storm are approaching... Their warships near the land..."

The sea pitched and rolled, the immense waves slamming down onto itself, curling up like some grotesque hand over the 2nd and 4th Fleets.

From the bridge of the CS Braxietel, Rear Admiral Korosa stood with Captain Stayes, her steely grey eyes fixed on the various monitors and readouts around her, giving the crew up-to-the-second reports of everything from the state of the ship's engines to the latest intelligence on the enemy commander's pet cat.

The Braxietel was one of the Taskforce's third-generation Carriers, capable of holding eighty multi-role aircraft and state-of-the-art ship-defence mechanisms; though that was hardly necessary with the two other Carriers, fourteen submarines, ten destroyers, twelve frigates and twenty-six other ships that made up the 2nd Fleet. Above them, long-range fighters, helicopters and bombers silently cut through the brooding, stormy sky.

Captain Stayes peered at another weather report. "I don't like this storm," he said to the Admiral.

Korosa shrugged. "I've seen worse, Captain. This is very typical for the Indian Ocean... this close to the monsoon, things are bound to get a little rough."

Stayes smiled grimly. "A night not fit for man nor beast."

"Let's not get lyrical."

"Yes sir."

"Good man."

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The Commander of the Chimaean Armed Forces, General Copper, eased himself into his seat and rubbed the back of his neck wearily. The situation room in the New Sydney Parliament House was abuzz with activity as various uniformed and civilian personnel discussed and planned the Baron Intervention Taskforce's movements in Sri Lanka.

He had been up for twenty-four hours already, barely managing a cat-nap before he was awakened by another report.

One of the military personnel got off a comms unit and nodded at him. "They're almost in United Indiastan territory, General."

Copper nodded. "Give them the green light." he turned away to yet another report, muttering under his breath, "And may God forgive us if we fail."

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OOC
Post your deployments here.

Chimaea:

6 Carriers
28 submarines
20 destroyers
24 frigates
52 various other ships, including troop transports
+ number of long-range bombers and fighters

"We've got the green light from Chimaea, sir!"

Brigadier General Lorrah looked up and nodded at the comms operator. He turned to Colonel Gustov and gave him the thumbs up.

With a small lurch, the command cruiser CHS Goliath started to move. Around it, Lorrah knew that the rest of the Clock Hill deployment, which had been moored for weeks in international waters outside Sri Lanka (a good distance outside!) would be starting to gather speed also.

Acting on the pre-arranged plan, the massive Clock Hill deployment was heading for Jaffna, the uppermost province of Sri Lanka. Clock Hill, with its massive military capabilities, would spearhead the engagement of UI forces in between India, Jaffna and the rest of the Sri Lankan mainland.

His troops were well trained in jungle and tropical warfare. Well trained, well fed, well kitted out. They were ready to face anything head-on.

For the glory of the Republic, he mused. Always for the Republic.

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OOC
Clock Hill deployment:
6 aircraft carriers
5 helicopter carriers
29 frigates, both GM and normal
30 destroyers, both GM and normal
23 submarines
35 troop transports
25 various other ships

ooc: You want deployments eh? Alrighty.

22nd and 14th Infantry regiments, posted to Columbo
1st and 4th Kasrkin Special Infantry scattered about the province
2nd Armoured posted to Columbo
4th Air Wing, posted at airbases around Columbo
Shore batteries around any high-ground beaches.
3rd Garrison Infantry Regiment posted around the province, in defened positions, notably around the beaches.
Assorted Fleet assests are constantly in orbit, usually about 3-8 Omega destroyers and about as many Hyperion heavy cruisers. The Omega's do carry atmosphere-capable fighters, 36 of them.
Also, we have no sea-based navy. So unless they're ballistic missile subs, they're quite useless. :)
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ic: The incoming vessels were picked up by the coastal defence radar in southern India roughly ten minutes after they crossed the border into Indiastan waters, at 0530. The young Radar operator was nearly unmanned by the fleet's detection, and immedietly called for his watch officer, unsure as to what this ment.

"Sir! Sir! You'd better come see this!" called the young rader operator.

"Private!" the watch sergent bellowed, "You will immedietly inform me as to why you have woken me up at this ungodly hour!"

"Sir, we have multiple surface contacts inbound, northbound, coming in fast... computers says the sillohettes indicate... an invasion fleet?"

"Shit."

"You said it sir."

"Fire up the warning signal!" he yelled as he ran over to the red phone that ran to the Coastal defence headquarters, somewhere to his north. He picked it up, and it rang twice before a woman picked up the other end.

"Command! We have multiple unknown contacts, possibly hostile, moving inbound at 20 knots, at these coordinates." he gave them the location of the fleet.

"We're checking the satallites... negative, all we see is a storm."

"Check the damn thermals!"

"Checking... dear god... Good work Station Six."

With that, the vast machine that was the Indiastan Defence Program was kicked into high gear. The rarely used, but still up-to-date Total Defence Grid came to life. Automated SAM sites, SSM sites, pule cannon AA guns and heavy plasma-based Coastal guns all came online, and started looking for targets. The Airforce, Army, and Navy were alerted, and Interceptors were being scrambled on both the ground and in space to quickly meet any possible attack, while the bombers prepped more slowly to prepare for a counter-attack. The reserve Garrison regiments were ordered to be musterd, and while the regulars started digging in around the important cities, the Kasrkin Special Infantry would vanish into the countryside, to ambush and waylay any inbound force, as well set a trap for paratroopers. The gestalt entity that was the Program had been long prepared and still regularly practiced, and ran rather smoothly for the first time it was used for real. At the same time, messages were dispatched to the fleet.

"Unknown vessels, you have strayed into Indiastan territorial waters. Please identify yourself and your purpose, and return to International Waters. Failure to comply will result in immediate application of lethal force untill you comply."

The massage was repeated on all frequencies, and ran in a loop untill a responce was forthcomming. Meanwhile, the Foreign Ministry sent a rather terse message to the suspected culprits in Chimaea shortly after they were informed.

"So, that is it then? No calls to negotiate, no willingness to reason? Do you not think will will meet your aggression with equal force? There is still time to save the lives of thousands of both of our sons and daughters. We are open to diplomacy, but that openness will cease when both of our people start dying. make the right choice."

OOC: Sorry I couldn't reply faster, I've been fairly busy with stuff =_=

IC

From: Rear Admiral Korosa
To: United Indiastan Forces
RE: Sri Lanka

Your sons and daughters have already died by your ineptitude in letting a anti-matter reactor, a certain target for saboteurs, be built on a heavily populated island-nation.

However, we are open to negotiation. We will cease operations until all diplomatic channels have been exhausted; I have this from Governor Styles. I am empowered to negotiate on behalf of the Baron Intervention Taskforce.

Yours,
Rear Admiral Korosa

[OOC: negotation can be done in the other thread, the UN one :)]