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Robert sat queitly in the small café. He sipped the coffee in front of him with great regard, contemplating the cup every time he lifted it to his lips. He saw his reflection in the window; he hadn't aged well. His once ruggedly handsome face had now turned wrinkled and rough. From a distance, he almost looked lethery. He stroked his chin, a rough stubble growing in.

Next to him was a messenger bag, holding a laptop, a few books, and a IMI CAR-26 Carbine. The CAR-26 was a compact rifle, and with the stock fully extended and silencer attached, it was a touch longer than an MP5A4. He shuffled in his seat, a signal for one of his partners to get ready.

Robert reached into the messenger bag, and discreetly pulled out the rifle, setting it on his lap. His partner pulled out his similar CAR-21, and did the same. Robert nodded

With a swift movement, they stood, overturning the tables they were siting at. Robert raised the rifle to his shoulder, and fired into the small grop of Military Police, spraying them with 6.8x43mm frangible rounds. His partner, Ding, a friend from his ICMC SOU years, covered the other door as they moved towards the exit.
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Robert stood in front of a window, wearing a pair of kahaki cargo pants and a green tshirt. He spoke clearly and precisely. It wouldn't take long for the ICMC EW specialists to track the signal. They would record it, then send it. Ding gave him the thumbs up, and flipped the 'record' switch.


Distinguished world leaders, I come to you with a plea for help. As you may know, recently, an illigitimate leader, John Oliver, assumed the posistion of President of Imitora. He then quickly did away with any form of the democratic process, keeping the title of President only for a name. I now ask you for your assistance in over throwing this insane dictator. I wish I could say more, but I dont have the time. It wont be long till this signal is traced, and then there will be no fight to help us with. Lt. Robert Fortier, signing out.
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He gave Ding the thumbs up, and the message was quickly sent on a burst transmission over the airwaves.

The Tiburon Final Forces Military Headquarters in Tiburon received the transmission, and sent one on the same wavelength and at the same direction.

"This is Commander Sano Shinoske of the Tiburonese Final Forces. After receving the transmission and reviewing the objectives, we have decided to support its ally in ousing the dictator. However, we will need instructions as to where to land the Taurus carriers as well as an undercover tour to verify all received information. Shinoske out."

To-Lt. Robert Fortier/Associates
From-USNE APCOM/Leadership
Encrypt Beale- Pg.142, The Longest Day
Decrypt...
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This is the USNE APCOM.

We have decided to aid in your struggle. Unfortunately, we have no contacts in the area, and we need your help to tell us where, when, and how to strike. We need your intelligence. I've got elements of every service on call. You tell us where to go, we go there, and we go there Mike-Foxtrot-Papa.

Keep on rolling.
NEMC APCOM Commander, General David Sitherman.
--
End
ReEncrypt

Ding looked over the two replys. "Lookin, lookin good."

Robert smiled. He shifted the truck, a black F-150, into third. They had to keep moving as the signals came in, the transmiter and reicever were cheap stor bought models, and could easily be traced. He turned a corner, suprised not to see any troops.

Ding was about to send grid launch co-ordinates to teh Tiburions, but Robert told him to hold off. "We dont need any assaults yet. We still gotta get some local units. But send off a burst transmission to New Empire, tell them to send a team to North Shore. Usual deal, one of those midnight landing things, RIBs, wetsuits, the whole nine yards."

Ding began to punch in the North Shore co-ordinates, and send them off, with instructions, to New Empire.

The Skamen Class SDU Submarine silently moved through the waters, with MHD on. A 12 Man team embarked onto 2 SilentCruise RIBs, and began moving toward North Shore. Each was equipped with K-2D Light Amphib armor, and the full verision of SLICS. They cautiosly moved towards the shore, using IR feeds to spot any enemies that might be in the area.

They approached shore, not quite knowing what to expect. The Marine Force Recon team was the 2nd covert combat insertion ever made into Imitora. Needless to say, the country had a reputation for sniffing out spies mighty quick.

The Ford had been sitting in a beach parking lot when the boats pulled up on shore. Robert looked down at his watch. "Ahead of schedule. Not bad. Not bad at all." He shifted the truck into first, and drove forward across the sands of the beach. He pulled up on the New Empirians, and jumped out of the truck, grabbing the CAR-26. Ding stepped out of his side, holding a simial rifle. "Pleasure of you to join us."

OOC: I gotta go, not sure when I'll be back. Tommorow is when the war itself will start to kick up.

The leader of the group, unidentifiable because of the lack of insignias or patches, nothing but blood type on their dog tags, unshouldered his Suppressed M-8 ATAR Carbine.
"So, what's the plan? Did we bring too many?"
He gestured to the 11 other men, still in combat formation, just in case.

President Carter panted as he entered the Oval Office.

"Are you sure this is the rebellion against Oliver?"

"Yes," replied Vice President Jackson. "Our experts have determined that it is an authentic transmission and this is the real deal."

President Carter nodded in agreement. "Alright, prepare to transmit."

~~~Transmission to Lt. Robert Fortier and Associates~~
Greetings, noble Imitoran. This is New Genoese president, Alex Carter. Your message has been received and New Genoa supports your cause, though military action is not an option just yet.

First, we'll ship military equipment to the liberation forces and money will be funneled to your group also to fund operations. Once I consult my military officers and secretly gain permission from Congress to mobilize New Genoese forces, Special Marine teams will be deployed to Imitora.

Although, we have no contacts in the area, thus we'll need to know where and when to land equipment and eventually special forces.

Over.
~~~End Transmission to Lt. Robert Fortier and Associates~~~

Robert quickly did a count in his head. "Yeah, that would be 16." He Looked at the truck, then back at the Force Recon Team. "Hop in." He unslung the rifle, and put it in the driver seat, then climbed in. He looked at Ding. "Two teams of 8, plus anyone else we can get?"

"You take one, I'll take one. Local clothing and weapons. I think we can get the SOU Units in on this, plus we got at least the 15th patrol group. I dunno about armor or airwings, but I think we might be able to gt the boys on the X-111X Project on our side. We might be able to win this," Ding said, smiling as Robert shifed into reverse.

"Yeah, lets bring them back to the house." Robert leaned back, and pulled open the window seperatign the cab from teh bed. "Just sit tight, we're taking ya back to the, uh, staging area. Get you outfitted and all."

The message was recieved, viewed, reviewed, highlighted and fowarded throughout the various Agrigentian Government Agencies. It was placed on Secondary Priority - High Risk. Placing it in queue right behind defeating the Johnistani fleet at sea.

Captain Di'Tommiso looked at the screen. He stood on the bridge of the the Ft. Werth, a Lines class aircraft carrier. After his excellent review after wargames of the Marchian Coast, he was given command of a full battle group. Not a patrol group, not a combat group, a Carrier Battle Group. Under his command were enough ships to take out a small country. And now, he had his first comabt order.

[code:1:3f0a63310f]
<<START ENCRYPT>>
#encryptcode# 6548.54.5585.225
CODE VERIFY:xxxxxxx
///VERIFIED\\\

OPEN CHANNEL

TO: LowAdmCapt. Marcus Di'Tommiso, COMWERTHBATGRU
FROM: CAMANVBLUWATMIS
RE: NEW FLEET DEPLOYMENT

<-<-START->->

LowAdmCapt. Di'Tommiso, upon confirmation of these orders, you are to direct your group towards the The Grand Empire and Dominions of Iansisle in order to force the return of Lt. Christin Chaffin, IN, an airwoman in command of VFA(N)-145. Her three days reporting time has passed, and it is the belief of the Admirality that she is being held against her will by the Iansislanian government. Your mission is to secure her return, through any means nessacery. You will have at your disposal the full WERTHBATGRU, as well as the Naval Special Missions Unit, Team Seven, which is currently stationed with the WERTHBATGRU. We hope for your mission success.

>->-END-<-<

:::AUTHORIZATION OF ORDERS::: ALPHA NIKE DELTA DELTA BRAVO KITE

CLOSE CHANNEL

<<END ENCRYPT>>
[/code:1:3f0a63310f]

Di'Tommiso looked over the orders several times, and then grabbed a handset. He depressed the 'SHIPFULLCOM' button, and pulled the handset to his mouth. "Captain Vertzun, to the bridge. ASAP. We have a priority message." He placed the handset down, and looked out the bridge. "Officer of the helm, prepare for a course change."

"Aye sir," came the reply from the sailor. It wasnt long till Captain Vertzun, the Executive Officer, arrived.

"Aye sir?"

"XO, it looks as if we have ourselves a nice little mission. As per standard, you are to verify and sign the orders," he said, pulling a printout of the orders, and handed it, as well as a elegant fountain pen, to the XO. The XO looked over the orders, and signed is name at the bottom of the paper. "So you concur with the orders, Captain Vertzun?"

"Aye sir, I concur." Di'Tommiso and Vertzun had a very freindly, casula relationship, however, in matters of war orders, precident had to be followed.

"Very well," Di'Tommiso said, sighning the paper as well. "Officer of the helm, come to heading two four seven, full speed. We're going to the Dominion."

"Aye sir!"

punt!

punt!

OOC: Oh it's not a good sign, he's punting on second down. I've always said never let a lineman call the plays! :P

P.S. *tag*

(Maybe he's just trying to trick 'em, Lark...I think it's a fake!)

"Fortier? That cad?" was the official opinion of the Iansislean crown. Fortunatly, it was not one shared by His Majesty's Government, and parliament was quickly able to remind the High King of certain 'extenuating circumstances' to convince him that Fortier was really the lesser of two evils.

Iansisle pledged hesitant and covert support to Fortier's cause. However, the razings of Effit and Daezeman were still too fresh to allow anything more.

Meanwhile, the Iansislean public was largely apathetic, excepting a in few bookie's offices where bets were being taken on the outcome. In general, the working man, via his teneral theatres, thought any Imitoran was as bad as the next, and couldn't be happier to seem 'em all killing one another.

The Iansislean media was hesitant on how to treat this new development (on which they had, of course, inside government sources that no one could ever seem to pin down). For the time, at least, they abstained from printing news of Iansislean support for Fortier and dispassionately presented the news, somewhat of a rare occurance in the Commonwealth.

The men were a bit more relaxed as they sat, but not much. There was always a high chance of being spotted by MPs, or the Imitoran's could be Oliver loyalists, or...
The Lieutenant shook the thoughts out of his head. One of the men quickly glanced up at the sky, wondering how many of those stars were real.

One wasn't. It was really logged in and looked like a Telecom satellite for an international company. But it was actually a KH-41 "SkyEye", tracking the truck as it went. The APCOM commander watched intently at the feed at the Cortina AFB Special Operations Overseas Command Center.

-----TFF Military HQ-----

Sano: "This is TFFMHQ to unknown resistance fighters in Imitora. Although we have not received subsequent transmissions, enough data has been collected to send 50 Taurus carriers and the Gundam 04 over to Imitora. TFFMHQ out."

"Come to angels four, heading two zero zero, and cammeras rolling," the pilot of the two seat F/A-18K said, banking the fighter towards the Iansislanian shore. Litteraly over night, the 20 ship battle group had appeared off the coast of the Dominion, holding the customary 15km from the coast. On the surface. So far, three patrolls of Virginia II class attack subs had probed into the territorial waters of Iansisle, testing depth protection.

But now, the idea was to look for somethign. The pilots of the flight, two overwatch F/A-18Hs and a cammera and sensor equiped F/A-18K, had no idea what the were looking for or trying to find, but Di'Tommiso had designed the flight plan specifically, so it was something he would be able to find.

The pilots hoped that Iansislanians would just keep quiet, and let them take pictures.
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The 5th Patroll group, fresh out of a friendly dry dock, in uts way back from conflict in Agrigento, now steamed, well, nuked, their way towards Imitora. Hopefully, the boys in charge of coastal defense would still think that the 5th were the 'good guys'. Capt. Masson, the groups captain, had recieved Foriter's message, and had agreed to help.

The group, 2 carriers, four arsenal ships, and 6 Virginia IIs, slid towards the Island Nation.
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Robert pulled into the drive way of a moderate looking house, and stepped out of the truck, turnign it off. He grabbed his rifle. Ding stepped out, and walked towards the front door. "Welcom home boys," he said, stepping into the house.
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Robert quickly typed out a response to New Genoan government, and red it over before sending it.

[code:1:fab6dc5781]
President Carter, we thank you for your offer of assistance. However, at the moment, a full scale assault would only hurt our cause. However, we will send word of a meeting location soon, were some copntacts can get together. Thanks much, respectfully
~Lt. Robert Fortier[/code:1:fab6dc5781]
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OOC: Tiburon-> I dropped space tech a while back, and this is gonna be a ground war, with Clancy tech. Bassically things you'd read about in Clancy/Coonts/Brown. And I generally ignore mecha of any kind.
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At Dellas/Ft. Werth (sorry...) International Airport, A man wearing a full suit, and aviator style sunglasses, stood in front of Kerton Airways gate 15B. He held a white placard with the name 'Katana' written on it.

@#$%^&*!!!!!

:(

The men got out of the truck.
"Nice place. Beats the barracks."
"Alright, what now?"

Robert clicked on the TV, a late night report about one of the CBGs moving towards Iansisle. "Its not the greatest house, but it works for me. Right now, we sleep. Ding's gonna go grab you guys some equipment. If we wanna do this right, we gotta do it right. We dont want Oliver popping off any nukes if he sees your style of toys. So kick back, relax, all teh TVs in the house of satalite. If you want anythgin to drink, help yourself, the kitchen is stocked up," Robert said, sitting on a well worn couch, and clicking the channel to Cartoon Network, just in time to catch the begening of Samurai Jack.

OOC: Library just got the new Issue of National Reveiw, so I'll be back in abotu two or three hours.

Robert clicked on the TV, a late night report about one of the CBGs moving towards Iansisle. "Its not the greatest house, but it works for me. Right now, we sleep. Ding's gonna go grab you guys some equipment. If we wanna do this right, we gotta do it right. We dont want Oliver popping off any nukes if he sees your style of toys. So kick back, relax, all teh TVs in the house of satalite. If you want anythgin to drink, help yourself, the kitchen is stocked up," Robert said, sitting on a well worn couch, and clicking the channel to Cartoon Network, just in time to catch the begening of Samurai Jack.

OOC: Library just got the new Issue of National Reveiw, so I'll be back in abotu two or three hours.

The Lt. took off his helmet, looking at the cameras and the wireless link to the SLICS and SquadNet.
"Yeah, it'd be pretty obvious where these come from."
By this time, the men had discarded the wetsuits, the K-2D body armor, the helmets, and most of the BDUs. Most were down to T-shirts and pants, relaxing, thinking this was probably the best 'staging area' they had ever been to.

Ding walked back in the room, and dropped a box on the table. He cut the tape open on top of it, and started handing out the contents. "BDUs all around," he said, handing them the old 'Urban' style grey, white and black pants and shirts. He also opened up another box, and began handing out sidearms; older model Colt 1911A1s. "May not be as fancy as teh pieces you carry, but they get the job done nonetheless. I'll get us some rifles and what not tommorow, when Rob here fills ya in on teh details."

"I'm not sure what we're looking at support wise," Robert said, looking away from the TV. "I know I ahave at least one Patrol Group and a few attack wings, but thats it. But I dont wanna start calling in friendly forces yet."

The 5th Patrol group sat of the soutwestern coast of Imitora. 12 ships in all, with enough firepower to destroy a small nation. Masson looked over the targetting system read outs. Several red dots left no question to where the strike would hit. "Fifteen a piece should be sufficient," he mused out loud, looking over the targets. Two armories, four artillery posts, and an airbase.

"Standard low yeild sir?" the captain of one of the arsenal ships said. He was used to mass cruise missle launches, not strategic hits.

"Yeap, five MPSM, five HE, five airburst. Lets go ahead and do it from the Ausdon."

"Aye sir," the appropriate captain said.
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Twenty minutes latter, the 37 man crew of the Ausdon was preparred for launch. A total of one hundred and five missles were ready to go. The automated weapon armorment system on board the Ausdon had selected and loaded the appropriate missles, and the targetting system had the cordinates locked in. All that needed to be donw was for the command to be given. "Sir," the ship's weapons officer said, alerting the captain, "we're ready for launch."

"Fire."

"Aye sir," came the reply, and seconds later, missles streaked from the Ausdon.

The Lt. smiled.
"You'd be suprised how many people here still use the MEU SOC Colt. Damn reliable weapon. But if you're gonna get rifles, get your homebrew 6.8mm, the 5.56 has a bad rep with these guys."
Many of the men were just hanging out, watching TV or joking with eachother. It really didn't seem like much of a combat deployment.

OOC: Sorry I have to do tis, but not much RPing will be going down tongiht. I gotta start working on my papers, so I wont be on for a bit. However, when I do get back on, it'll be good. Also, NE, dont worry, The CAR-21 and CAR-26 both use 6.8x43mm Exploders. (I'll explain exploders later).

(*wanders back in a little dazed*. Wow, sorry about my long absence, everyone!)

For a country at war, Iansisle didn't seem to know quite how to react as the first air raid sirens wailed in Ianapalis and across the Great Shield. Most seemed downright confused; surely it had to be a mistake, or else a drill?

However, at the first sound of jet engines whining in the sky (still a foreign concept to all except a few Gadsanians living near the Graye Aeroflyers Testing Grounds outside Lakeriverwood), most panicked. They forgot all about their basements, instead bumbling about in the streets screaming and clawing at one another. Because the general public still had little idea about the crisis in Imitora, it was generally assumed that the Hun had some sort of new superweapon that could stretch all the way about the globe, and was coming to level Ianapalis. Soon, the panic had turned into a full scale riot that swept across the Industrial Sector of the capital city, lines of police and army troops fighting to keep it from spilling westwards.

Deep in the Operations Center below the Admiralty, First Sea Lord Grand Admiral Sir Richard Tri met with his staff to discuss Iansisle's naval response to a blatant violation of it national airspace. It was clear that the craft had been launched from an Imitoran MAFD sitting just out of their national waters, right on the most heavily used Iansisle-Gallaga convoy route.

Hawkish Admiral Lord Maretown, the newest member of the Admiralty, was in favor of sending the entire Home Fleet out to 'remind' the Imitorans how seriously Iansisle took her convoy routes in time of war. Aged Admiral Sir Hunter Kennington, Lord Commander Home Fleet, insisted that the best policy would be to hole up in Troobodia Bay and wait for them to go away. Senior Captain William Conroy, the Director of Operations, had another suggestion.

"Supposing, sir, that we just send them a slightly more subtle message, and accomplish our other wartime goals at the same time?"

"Explain," nodded Tri.

"Well, sir, Colossus is just about finished with her sea trials. When she's finished, we were going to send her, King Ian V, Gargantuan, and Augsburg out to join up with the South China Sea Fleet."

Admiral Kennington scoffed quietly. Everyone knew that he wanted those ships for the Home Fleet, but Iansisle's interests near Port Laughlin were simply too great right now.

Captain Conroy continued as if nothing had happened. "What if, sir, we were to send them out with a convoy ahead of schedule, and their route just happened to take them within spitting distance of the Imitoran fleet, on our side of the line?"

"Is Colossus ready to go, Conroy?"

"She should be, Admiral. Captain Green reported some minor trouble with three-gun's vertical tracking on Gamma turret, but nothing serious. She can hammer that out on the voyage to Port Laughlin."

"Very good, Conroy. Just make sure that they come out of the Bay well north of the Imitoran fleet, and continue southwards. We don't want them thinking this is an attack. Oh, and try to stay at least five thousand yards away from their picket line, will you?"

"Very good, Admiral."

And so it was that, even as east Ianapalis burned, Convoy 16-372, on a fast route from Ianapalis to Nusheld with 20,000 men for the Company's defense line, found itself with a much heavier escort than expected. The twenty two ships huddled close to their original heavy cruiser, the Vesshampton, while three Protector class destroyers hung off their port beam. To starboard were the ominous black shapes of Gargantuan and [/i]Colossus[/i], 46,000 tons of the best Iansislean steel. Far forward was the sleek, narrow shape of the 35,000 ton battlecruiser HIMS King Ian V. Further to port, and surrounded by her own destroyer screen, was the 33,000 ton Mobile Aeroflyer Dock Augsburg.

LSS Liberty Combat Group, approaching Iansislian territorial waters

The crew on board the Liberty was excited, after being out to sea on standard maneuvers they were finally getting some shore leave, and in Ianapalis of all places. Granted, Ianapalis was kind-of a gloomy place when you first got there, raining all the time, but the people were certainly nice enough.

As the fleet moved towards the waters, one of the radiomen punched up the coordinates for the Admiralty to ask for permission to enter and dock.

"Sir," one of the radarmen said.

"Yes?" Fleet Admiral David Bryant said.

"We've got contacts up, looks like a convoy of Iansislian ships, a group of more advanced ships off of the coast, sonar reports enemy subs in Iansislian waters."

"Report back to Naval Command, and ask the Admiralty if they still mind us coming to visit."

On board one of the 5 arsenal ships, the outgoing Iansilanian ships were quickly picked up. The chain of comand kicked in, and within minutes, the captain knew about the movement. He over looked the sonar and radar reports, and ordered a Sheild one alert. Within minutes, the Iansislanian fleet had over 3,000 anti shipping missles locked onto it, and the 5 arsenal ships could put them all in the air at a moments notice.

The Zumwalt II class destroyers slid slowly towards the Iansislanian ships, there own VLS systems locking on and preparing more anti shipping missles for launch. Their 155mm Advanced Guns comming to bear on the ships the captains deemed important.

Meanwhile, the Vandal class cruisers moved in closer to the carriers, activating their Aegis Mk. V anti air systems, watching the sky for incoming vampires, ready to launch interceptor missles at anythgin that came in. Each cruiser also let loose a LAMP H-60, looking for enemy subs.

However, the real fear for the Iansislanian people should have come from 10 men sitting on the Ft. Werth. They looked at the photos from the Yellow Jacket overflight, and mapped out a general plan. In less than an hour, LowAdmCapt. Di'Tommisso would send a transmission to the Iansislanian government of exactly why they were there, and when they would leave. And, based on intell reports, it was assumed that the government of the Dominion wouldn't cooperate.
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Thats where NSMU Team 7 would come into play. The Imitoran equivalent of the U.S. Navy SEALs, they were the northern operations team. Dressed in woodland style BDUs, they filled out their uniforms well. Unlike members of the ICMC SOU, or Raven Wing, or the Imitoran Navy's Fleet Protection Team, who wer atheltically built, the men of the NSMU were large. In the case of Team 7, Group 1, all but the commanding officer and sniper all weighed over 215 lbs of muscle.

The team looked over maps and pictures, devisng an assault plan that would take them into Iansisle while it slept, into Dun Aiden, and get this Chaffin.

Lt. Mike Watters popped his neck. This Chaffin person better be important, after all, he was about to take nine of his men into the belly of the beast to get her. He shuffled, and then began to breif his men on how the operation would go, when it went down.

“What’s the word from Gargantuan, captain?” asked Grand Admiral Tri, his normally immaculate beard scrubby from several days without shaving. It was unusual for the First Sea Lord to stay for so long during an operation, even one of this magnitude, but Conroy didn’t think it proper to mention that just now.

“They’re still well north of the group, Admiral, and steaming southwards inside our national waters at twenty knots,” replied Conroy, too tired to really protest the Admiral’s asking of the same question for the third time that hour. “And I’m sure Rear Admiral Glass won’t undertake any offensive action without proper authorization,” he said, ending Tri’s next question before it started. “For right now, all we can do is wait.”

“By gods, Conroy, I hope you’re right,” said Tri, shaking his head. “The absolute last thing we need now is another Salvador, especially with the war on.”

“I know that, Admiral. All ships have been instructed to keep their turrets turned away from the Imitoran vessels. It’ll be fine.”

Across the room, a message was delivered. Tri didn’t notice it until it was all the way across the room, in the hands of Operation’s communications officer.

“Sir, I have a message from the Larkinian Navy...Fleet Admiral Bryant is asking if we mind his taking shore liberty in Iansisle.”

“The Larkinian Navy?” asked Tri, scratching his chin. “I’d forgotten they were coming. Yes, please, transmit him my fullest authority.” Tri hesitated for a second, before caving in. “And Thomas, inform him of the situation with the Imitoran ships. Don’t sound like we’re begging for help, but let him know what the game’s about.”

“Very good, Admiral,” replied the young lieutenant, scurrying back to his post.

"Sir, we got the OK to move ahead," the coms officer said to Bryant. "They also wanted to advise us of the Imitoran fleet 15 clicks off of their coast, right in their shipping lanes."

"Ahh, nice of them to point that out," Bryant grinned. "Steve," he said turning to the captain standing to his right, "See to it that we lock our missiles on the Imitoran Navy, just as a precaution. And get a few squadrons of F-25s in the air."

"Yes sir," the man said walking away and sending the message to the other ships.

"And advise the Admiralty, given the situation, we'll be slowly lingering our way into port."

(Oh, I just thought of this (Lark's post reminded me), but Iansisle claims 12 nautical miles as our territorial sea, as per the Law of the Sea convention. (http://www.nationmaster.com/encyclopedia/United-Nations-Convention-on-the-Law-of-the-Sea) So you’re actually well within my territorial waters.

Also, I’d imagine now would be a good time to remind everyone of their Iansislean geography. ;)

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/390074/physmap.jpg

I’m assuming all this is happening west of Sentry Island, which is that little pinprick in the strait between Troobodia Bay (the big bay in the middle of the continent) and the Pacific Ocean. The straits north and south of the island are heavily patrolled and protected by everything from shore batteries (mostly 14”/50 guns, with several 16”/45 and 16”/50 emplacements mixed it) to torpedo boats. The heavier concentrations are about the northern passage, as the southern is more dangerous.

Ianapalis itself is on the northern shore of the bay (the Great Shield), about halfway between that little river (the Daldon) and the big river (the Jaizar) to the east. Ian’s Island is about five nm south of Ianapalis.)


"Another message from the Liberty, Admiral," Lieutenant Thomas said as he approached Tri. The aged commander took the dispatch rather than letting Thomas read it to him, and smiled.

“Those good old Larkinians. I’m glad they’re here.” Tri sat back, handing the message. “They seem to understand what the situation is.” He turned back to Thomas. “Make to the Liberty: ‘Pleased to have you. Feel free to proceed at your own pace. Many thanks, Tri.’ Send that right off, won’t you?”

Marcus smiled as the ECM unit squelched twice. The Larkinians were trying to lock on. He orderd a fleet wide Athena(N) activation, and suddenly, radars tracking the Imitoran fleet went blank. It would now be up to mid/short range IR missles to cause any damage. With the radars blank of Imitoran ships, the cruisers now went to work. Each cruiser targeted several fighters, the modified Aegis system ready to put missles in the air at a moments notice.

Three SAM (Sonar Absorbent Material) equiped Virgina IIs set their supercav torpedoes to impact detonate, and grabbed a lock on the Larkinian carriers.

Di'Tommiso, in the process of drafting a message to the King, quickly banged out a transmit to the Larkinian fleet commander.
[code:1:3a034d68e4]
To Whom it may concern, repsectively,

It has come to my attention that you have begun an attempt to target ships of my fleet. If you check your charts, you will note that my fleet (OOC: Including the subs, even though its near impossible to tell them apart from a small fish with the SAM) is 15 nautical miles off the coast of Iansisle, and therefore well within its international rights. Your targetting of my ships could be interpreted as an act of war, and I will not hessitate to fire if I feel my men are in dnager. I suggest you disengage, and continue on. Best Wishes

LowAdmCapt. Marcus Di'Tommiso
[/code:1:3a034d68e4]

Di'Tommiso finished his letter, and had it sent, via (insert current form of Iansislanian communication here) to Iansislanian Parliment.


TO: Iansislanina Parliment, King James III
FROM: LowAdmCapt. Di'Tommiso, COMWERTHBATGRU, on behalf of Imitoran Government

You may be wondering why exactly I have my battle group possitioned off your coast. It has come to the attention of Imitoran Military Command that you are currently holding a one Lt. Christin Chaffin, and Imitoran citizen, and memeber of the Imitoran Navy, as a squadron commander. She was sent an order for her return, and as yet to turn up. We are here for her. We will leave, queitly and peacfully, upon her return to out custody. Should you choose to continue to keep the girl, we will take her back, by force if nessacery. If you check your charts, and our last recorded posistion, you will note that we are 15 nautical miles off the coast of Iansisle, and therefore well within our international rights. I look forward to your response. Respectfully,

LowAdmCapt. Marcus Di'Tommiso.

*snipped faster than a circumcision*

High King James,
We have noticed a large amount of activity in your area by the Imitora navy. We are unaware of any hostilities towards you at this time, however our spy network is not the best in the world. The Kali Force is already moving to return after the Communistz situation and we are more than welling to divert part of this force to you if help is needed. We would rather not get involved in an armed conflict with a former alliance member, but we will move to assist a current alliance member if needed. Please advise us as to how you would like us to react, if at all. If the situation does not warrant our asistance, please for give this interuption.

The People's First Speaker

OOC: Gone till wensday night, waiting for an Iansilanian reply to post next, NE, Im writtin up somethign nice for our boys back home.

(I always feel kinda guilty when I nitpick about this sort of stuff, because it really isn’t your fault, but rather mine. However, I’d just like to say that ‘the Dominion’ is an inappropriate way to refer to Iansisle. A Dominion is one of the self-governing nations within the Iansislean Commonwealth -- similar to the Dominion of Canada or the Dominion of New Zealand. Iansisle proper is the Grand Iansislean Empire of the Shield; the entire body is either ‘The Grand Iansislean Empire of the Shield and its Dominions’ or ‘the Iansislean Commonwealth’. I had to modify the longer one to ‘the Grand Empire and Dominions’ of Iansisle because of certain restrictions in the naming apparatus.

Anyhow, like I said, sorry about nitpicking. I think it’s just in my nature. ;))

Fort St. Gregory
Northern Sentry Island, Tharia, the Commonwealth

Arms broke saluting as Admiral Sir James Keith, Third Sea Lord, strode down Fort St. Gregory’s main western palisade. At last, he arrived at the office of the Battery Commander. The commander himself, a short but well built junior captain by the name of Martin, stood up with a academy-perfect salute.

“Good morning, Admiral. We were told to be expecting you.”

“Captain Martin. I’m afraid I must dispense with the usual pleasantries; what’s the current situation?”

“Holding steady, sir. They’re still hovering about 30,000 yards out: that’s extreme range for our 14” battery, but well within the 16”ers range. Also, Control reports difficulties picking them up on radrager; we’ve been making do with the backup optical rangers. Should this thing go downhill, Admiral, we’d be able to drop several thousand tons of high explosive right down on em.”

Keith nodded at the man’s confidence. “Very good, captain.”

Jameston Place
Ianapalis, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

Because of the flashing fast ANH lines of communication (which Dhawan still had trouble understanding, honestly), the First Speaker’s letter actually beat Di'Tommiso’s by a fair margin (and was delivered to, as were all diplomatic messages addressed to the High King both to Dun Adien and Jameston Place). Dhawan, of course, had no intention of running to the ANH at any sign of trouble, and remained convinced that the R.I.N. and a little diplomatic pressure would solve everything. His return message to the First Speaker thanked him for his support, praised the alliance, and said that, no, Iansisle didn’t anticipate any need for Celebornian help (or military conflict), but their good will was much appreciated.

Di'Tommiso’s letter, however, was a horse of a different color. A private meeting of the leaders of parliament debated for hours on the proper course of action. A quick call to Dun Adien cemented their opinion of how the High King would react. At last, Minister of Foreign Affairs Lord MacIntyre(‘s aides) drafted a brief letter which was surveyed, signed by the Prime Minister, and forwarded to the Imitoran flag. A copy was kept for records.

LowAdmCapt. Marcus Di'Tommiso,

As per her dual citizenship, your Lt. Christin Chaffin was declared the Baroness of Chaffin, a new peerage in the Province of Dianatran. As such, she has certain duties, especially in the cruinniú. As you are no doubt aware, the cruinniú is a gathering of nobility to debate and accept or reject the High King’s decisions. Lady Chaffin’s presence is absolutely required at the present assembly, as it discusses proposing an officer exchange program to help improve Iansislean-Imitoran relations in these troubled times.

I can assure you that Lady Chaffin is here of her own free will, and would undoubtedly love to return to Imitora as soon as her duties as a peeress are completed. However, you are reminded that Lady Chaffin is a peer of the Grand Iansislean Empire of the Shield, and any effort to remove her against her will would undoubtedly result in a diplomatic crisis at the least, and a war between our nations at the worst. I’m sure that is something your political leadership would rather avoid, as would we.

Thank you for your consideration,

Prime Minister Hiresh Dhawan
Head of His Majesty’s Combined Government
In the name of His Imperial Majesty High King James III of Callahan

OOC: Sorry, it was my bad. I was looking for another name, and seeing as the title said Dominion, I thought it was coolr. From now on, I'll use Empir instead. Also, what would be the possibility of a missle designed to intercept other missles and attack aircraft picking off a naval gun round?

IC:

Di'Tommiso looked over the transmissino, and planned to send another in a short time. However, he picked up a small red phone, pressed the '1' button, and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" came the voice from the other end.

"Lt. Watters, prepare your men. Standard covert insertion, you pick your equipment. Operational code is," he paused, thought for a second, then continued. "Irene."

"Yes sir, we'll get right on it," the reply came, followed by a click.

OOC: Hopefully, my friend will let me use his computer at his house tonight, lol.

://Presidents_residents/PRroom/Line_4
~///~Clearing Line~\\\~
~///~Line Clear~\\\~
~///~Opening Coms Through Port 89 to dialer 445784570~\\\~
~///~Comms LIne 4 open~\\\~
"This is President Hirst of Pablicosta. We have received your message for assistance an will gladly partake in an operation to remove the president from power. Contact us on this line-it is secure and safe. Good-day"
~///~Closing Coms Through Port 89 to dialer 445784570~\\\~
~///~Coms Closed~\\\~

OOC-This is a dartline Communication system so it CAN NOT be intercepted by unwanted parties. Just to celar that up.

(heh, no worries. Like I said, I've never really been happy with that title (I should probably just change it back to 'Commonwealth').

Hmm...I'm not sure. (about the missile/round thing, that is) They'd be coming in ballistic, probably at a severe downwards arc at that range. The 14" guns throw a 1,800 lb shell about 33,000 yards at ~2,650 fps (2.8 rounds/minute). The 16"/45s throw a 2,250 lb shell 42,500 yards at ~2,550 fps (2.5 rounds/minute), and the 16"/50s (of which there is only a single turret of 3 able to bear on your ships) throws a 2,700 lb shell 44,000 yards at 2,500 fps (2.4 rounds/minute).

er, I don't really think that answered your question at all, though ;). In conclusion, I really have no idea...at that range, I'd say 50/50. I guess. Hope your friend co-operates! (or else we may have to break his kneecaps ;)))

OOC-SAMs? Maybe... I know there are radars that can track shells and show a ballistic trajectory... Maybe with a laser system, but with SAMs I'd agree with Iansisle.
IC-
A plain... Racing under our feet. Our shadows, too, run across it. And the lines of red and orange and yellow come up to meet us from gouges in the earth.
This is the end...
A scream like no other, and the great trench becomes a small brown line.
Beautiful friend...
And the scream returns. They fly across the line, blurs falling from blurs.
This is the end...
And the fires race up the line. I see bits of fire on black smudges run and fall. And the smell, like no other. Smells like...
My only friend, the end...
And we descend behind the wall of fire. We depart, and a much more familiar sound. Human suffering. The cracks and snarls and blatting of a zoo of mechanical, noisy, man made death. The roar of the flames. The harsh yelling of the man beside me. Someday... This war will be over. Or the flames will consume me too.
"Sh*t!"
Colonel Larry Golst shot up in his bed, sweat running down his forhead. He turned his head toward the digital clock in the room.
"Sh*t."
He got up, showered, ate, and put on a set of BDUs, the only markings distinguishing him from another soldier in the 12th Air Cav the Colonel's insignias on his collar and field cap.
He walked outside, and took a fresh breath of the crisp mountain air. The Montascus range towered over the horizon to the west, the trying to shine through the hazy cloud cover. He checked the PDA with the meeting time, and walked over to the MUV (Military Utility Vehicle) with the driver, and got in. The vehicle moved past the hangars of VTOLs, helicopters, and men.
"Sir?"
The Corporal driving the vehicle kept his eyes on the road, not even turning his head.
"Yes, Corporal?"
"Is it true we're being mobilized for a deployment in Imitora?"
The Colonel didn't mind the inquiry, and pocketed the PDA.
"We're about to find out. I can't tell you much, and most people down here in the chain don't get told much until the meeting."
"Well, supposing we do get moved, you don't think we'll be fighting against the Imitorans? You served with them in the Markie, right, Sir?"
The Colonel narrowed his eyes, and watched a flight of O/V-14 VTOLs fly over them.
"I hope not... Their damn good soldiers, and fine leaders. I can't say the same thing about their President, and neither can our President say the same. And that's why we may be going."
The MUV pulled up to the HQ, and the Colonel got out.
And if we do, it's the civvies and the kids like him that get the worst of it.

~~~Transmission to Lt. Robert Fortier~~~
We understand that a full blown assault would greatly damage your survivability against the current administration. We merely have offered Special Marines, the special forces of New Genoa.

However, we will wait. Send us a transmission of what you need, and we will do our damnedest to provide it.
~~~End Transmission to Lt. Rober Fortier~~~

OOC-...I'd agree with Iansisle...

(You'd agree with me that I have no idea what I'm talking about? ;))

OOC-...I'd agree with Iansisle...

(You'd agree with me that I have no idea what I'm talking about? ;))
OOC- Heh, no, just the 50/50 thing. It's kinda funny that modern navies have no real defense against the main weapons of WWII era ships.

OOC: NE, I'll get something going for us tonight, first battle of the war. Iansisle, I'll bang out a response in a bit, and on the gun issue, I think the SAM wuold be able to pick it off in teh round's downward arc. However, the thing Im thinking about is if those rounds are nonexplosive rounds, all it would do would be to knock the round off course. Even a proximity explosion owuld do the trick. Also, i believe I read somwhere the naval gunfire as an offensive Ship v. Ship weapon was inherintly inacurate, and thats why most modern ships dont deal with it. Also, think about it. Iansisle could put w few of those big ass rounds at me, but by the time hes gotten off maybe 9 or 10, I'll have fired over 3,000 anti shipping missles at him from my arsenal ships alone.

(well, of course it's inaccurate. The gunners are dealing with everything from gun angle to humidity. However, I think I'd get off a few more than nine shots...2 battleships at nine 16"/45 guns a piece, a battlecruiser at six 14"/48 guns, plus my shore battery. Also, as the fleet itself closed to about 8,000 yards, not only would the shells be coming in on a flat trajectory, but you'd be dealing with 8"/42 gunfire from the heavy cruiser and the battlecruiser, and 5"/44 fire from all ships, as wells as 18" torpedoes from the destroyers.

And I'd sure love to see anti-shipping missiles against shore batteries -- "oops, we hit the rock...oops, rock again" ;))

OOC: In 10 seconds, one arsenal ship can target and fire a full barrage of anti shippingmissles, reload and reconfigure to the cruisemissles, and fire those. Full automation of the weapons systems...gotta love it :lol:
IC:

Di'Tommiso smiled at the return, and began typing another. He read it over once, and then sent it.



I understand that Lt. Chaffin may have resposibilities as royalty, however, she is an Imitoran Military Officer above all. I am prepared to use all means within my power to insure the return of Chaffin, regardless of cost to your nation. Once again, I ask you return her this instant, or I will take maters of her return into my own hands.


Di'Tommiso began typing again, this time on a secure laptop frequency. He ordered all the ships in close. The captains responded, and soon, the 22 ship fleet was in a protective circle, with the two carriers in the center. this of course, didn't include the 6 Virginia IIs, 3 of which stayed with the Larkinian fleet, and the other 3 now moving slowly towards the Iansisleanian fleet. When the held a relativly safe distance, they targeted the largest ships with 6 Mk. XXII Supercavatating torpedeos, capable of moving at speeds up to 350 NM/H.

The bases hit by the 5th Patroll fleet lay in ruins. Noone knew how exactly the missles had gotten past the outer perimeter defense shield, but, they had. Talks of desertion, appearently the message Fortier had sent out had been transmitted to several ICMC bases, were now turning into acts.

Two tank battalions, as well as five entire airwings, had litteraly disappeared over night. The 69th Combat Division (OOC: My version of the US Army Rangers) had stopped responding to orders, officers and all. Rumor had it that the ICMC SOU (OOC: My Delta) hadn't even shown up at Fort Huston, their rumored home.

However, the worst was reports that the 17th Strategic Bomber Wing WAS responding to orders. The fact that Oliver had full control of Imitora's Plasma strike capability was frightining.

Robert took all of this into consideration as he began typing. With help from one of the many Electronic Warfare units that had deserted, he now had full encryption capability, and was sending out a mass message to all that had voulenteerd forces. Get ready to move.

The meeting was long over, and the 12th Air Cav was now being transferred to 3 HeliCarriers and their battle group. They began moving toward the waters near Imitora. It moved on the course of a routine patrol through the APTO waters. They hoped they'd never have to go in. Most of the 12th were veterans of Markov, and hoped some of things the learned about them still applied.

#2 Jameston Place
Ianapalis, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

The shards of the Imitoran communication lay within a few feet of the Prime Minister’s desk. He was breathing slightly heavily, and frankly was causing some consternation to the two men standing in front of him, First Sea Lord Grand Admiral Sir Richard Tri and Subminister for Foreign Affairs Edwards. Lord MacIntyre, the proper MoFA, had been dismissed from sight after being informed that he was more a liability than an asset.

“Those bastards think they can just push anyone around, do they?” mused Dhawan, sitting back in his desk, the calm that descended over him as quickly as the fit of rage calming Tri and Edwards somewhat. That too vanished in a flash, as Dhawan reached out and grabbed a fine Walmingtonish pen, brandishing it at the pair. “They think that they can push, and everything will jump out of their way. Well, no longer!” He drove the pen’s tip into his desk’s top, ignoring the spray of ink as it broke. “This day, we will draw a line in the sand! This far --” he dragged the pen across the fine oak surface, leaving a jagged scar “-- and no further!”

Tri leaned in close. “The Minister had better be careful - what he wishes for is another Salvador.”

“Do not presume to lecture me on history, Admiral,” snapped Dhawan. “I know just what I’m doing, and I assure you that it’s for the best of all mankind.”

“But what about all Iansisleans?” asked Tri, an insistent tone creeping into his voice. “Enough blood has already been spilled in the pursuit of such nebulous concepts as ‘national honor’ and ‘patriotism.’ I, for one, will have no part of a holocaust that will destroy our entire country and way of life!”

“Damn it, Tri, our way of life is just what I’m trying to save!” bellowed Dhawan, leaping to his feet. “If you’ll have no part of it, so the chips may fall! I’ll have words with the First Lord of the Admiralty as soon as possible, but for now, you may consider yourself on extended leave from the Navy!”

Sir Richard flapped his mouth for a moment, the whiskers of his once red and now gray beard flapping around. At once, he turned around and stormed from the office, doubtlessly to prepare his ammunition for a second round of verbal assaults. No matter, thought Dhawan before rounding on a suddenly cowering Edwards, who perhaps had never seen so many subsequent instances of executive decision carried out in the Commonwealth.

“You. I want Presidents Katana and Corleone and the First Speaker on the secure ANH channel at once, please. Tell them it’s most urgent.” Dhawan waved to indicate the shreds of paper littering the floor. “And reply to that wanker. Be as vague as possible, tell him we’re looking into the situation, and will get back to him as soon as possible.”

The red phone in the first speakers office began to flash and buzz. The everpresent assistant to the First Speaker pulled out the key that released the encryption and handed the phone to the first speaker.

"This is Celeborne, go ahead."

"This is Celeborne, go ahead."

Subminister Edwards smiled and nodded at Dhawan, who answered primarily with a scowl. Edwards swollowed hard and returned to the reciever. "Hello, this is the Iansislean Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Prime Minister Dhawan has instructed me to start a conference call with your own First Speaker, as well as the Presidents of Agrigento and Larkinia. I wonder if you would be so kind as to hold until I can get the other two on the line, please?"

"Of course..."
The first speaker point urgently at the comm line to Kali Force Command. He places his hand over the phone. " Get the High command in the war room in an hour, tell them the bastard son is moving and I will buy them all breakfast if we are not needed."

(Ok, as I should probably wait until Lark and Ag are on to continue this (sorry, Cele ;)), I may as well oocly explain 'the plan'. Dhawan knows there's no way Iansisle could hope to survive a front out war. He plans to transfer all assets to Dianatran, where hopefully they'll be out of range of attack (it being in the neighborhood of seven hundred miles or so), as well as evacuating the top political leadership and a few national treasures of the country to establish a government-in-exile (if needed) in one of the more advanced ANH allies. (which is why Mainwaring wasn't called - sorry WoS ;)) The main battlegroup, in the meantime, will drop off the troop convoy in western Tharia and steam due south in the general direction of Port Laughlin at thirty knots. Of course, none of this has quite happened yet :)

I'd also like to apologize for my off-and-on posting. Between Blessed St. Turkey's Day, being home for the first time in a while, and my upcoming latin test, I've been finding it hard to make enough time for NS. In fact, I really ought to be going to bed, though that may cause me to suffer NS related withdrawl

*twitches*)

( I understand, I will not be on for the next couple of days so I can go see my family and get away from the gov. business for a bit. Assume that Celeborne will go along with whatever you need if I am not here when it happens. I may be gone for a while next week as well...Start watching the news Imitora :) )

(ok, good deal. Sorry to call you out and then ditch you like this; to be honest, I wasn't really expecting anyone else to be awake this late on St. Turkey's day! ;). 'night!)

"Night !!!

(Proper tag at last after having been half watching. WoS of course is feeling terribly guilty about not doing..anything, but apart from being confused and petrified, we have 190,000 Italians charging across Libya at III Corps (and finding suitible prison camp accomodation for them all could take forever!). Hm. Oh well, I suppose at least we can send Dhawan a new fountain pen. Sturdier tip this time, methinks.)

(Don't worry, WoS - before their diversion back to the Commonwealth, that troop convoy was part of a larger force destined to take part in 'Operation Honour Bound'. Currently, that operation consists of the 20,000 men, 15,000 more that have been marshaling west of Nusheld, and over 70,000 Company sepoys. The men in Gallaga include the King's II Armored division, which consists of two brigades C.C. Mk.IIs and one of Tortoises. In support is the entire Second Carrier, Third Battleship, Fifth Heavy Cruiser, Eighth and Ninth Destroyer Battle Squadrons - in all, one MAFD, two battleships, three heavy cruisers, and eight destroyers - as wells as the Third Fighter and Second Light Bomber squadrons.

While nary a word of this has yet been leaked - at least, not that we know of! - to friend or foe, neither Walmingtonish, British, and Calarcan allies nor German, Ercolanian and Chiang Maiese foes. High Command has assured Allied Command, however, that the RIAC is planning a 'major offensive' that 'will hopefully relieve pressure about the board.' Only the first stage of this - which involves a Company expedition from Iansislean bases on the Upper Ganges into Ercolanian Punjab - has even been discussed.

However, any with eyes in Iansislean Gallaga may notice that most of the force is marshaling in Nusheld and Fort Ash - far away from both the Chiangese advance and the proposed offensive against Punjab. In fact, the 'army' in north-western Gallaga consists of a mere 500 regulars from the King's XLII Rifles division 'supported' by the 15,000 sepoys of the Company's V Battle Group. Students of history may also wonder about the operation's code name - those who know Supreme General Sir Ian O'Bannon may wonder even more.

Hmm...this got a little more long winded than I intended. Suppose I should throw this up in the N.A. thread?)

Di'Tommiso looked over the reply, and simply nodded. In a suprise move, a good amount of the CBG turned, and left. They left behind two Zumwalt IIs, a carrier, and an Imitora. However, of an odd particular note to the captian of the carrier, he was alerted to put his refueling squadron on alert.
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Lt. Watters looked over the plan one last time. His unit of Team 7 would go in and extract Chaffin, while the other unit of Team 7, lead by Master Seargeant John Ryan, would fake a beach landing. They of course, would wait till dark. He grabed his CAR-21 off the rack of weapons, and went to tell his men to get ready.
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LtCol. John Halpin zipped up the flight suit as he tugged on the 'G-Suit'. He looked at the map of his planned route, and realized it would be a long flight. Seven hours one way, to be exact. However, it would be worth it, as his unit hadn't gotten any serious flight time in a long time. The 45th TAS ridesw again he thought, looking out the window towards the six F-16M Vipers.

The Imitoran modified F-16Cs stood armed, well, as armed as they were allowed for the mission. Two Smokewinders were held on either wingtip, plus a third smoke generator on a centerline hard point. However, under each wing was three VTT-AMRAAMs, so the fighters weren't tottally unarmed. They also had their 20mm cannon, which would be most effective against the Empire's fighters.

The mission was a show of force, overfly some of the Iansisleanian basses, show that they could get in, and leave it at that. Risky, yet, fun. Halpin smiled as he walked out to his fighter

OOC: It took me 40 minutes to type this. I hate laptops.

High Command, Stanza Di Battaglia
Sicilia, Agrigento
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"This Imitoran thing definately requires more attention, don't you agree Turi?", said Master General Gandolfo Luciello.

"Yes sir, I agree, but how far can we go? We are still reeling from the invasion, we have the 2nd Fleet still deployed in that dragging war in Japann, and the 1st fleet, still damaged and down-sized from its loses during the invasion of UV, on its way to the South Atlantic. I don't think there is much we can do, short of deploying another fleet...", replied Tactican and Strategist Wunderkind Marshall Salvatore Piscina.

"Indeed, we cannot ask the people of this nation, nor the admiralty to send out another fleet, not like this....", replied Luciello. "Our nation is drained, physically and emotionally, I know that, and President Corleone knows that. We cannot do anything now."

"Well, sir, there is something.........."
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The airport was busy as usual, with commerical passenger and cargo planes taking off and landing in a melodious symphony. Slowly the small Airbus with markings of the AAF, just arriving from East Islandia, made its smooth landing on the tired runway.

As the sun set slowly into the Imiotran sky, the streaks of orange flame from the afterburners of six F-16Ms could be seen dotting the sky, heading north.
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Sitting on the runway of AFAS Carlsworth, three F-15J Talons were being readied. Missles were loaded onto underwing rails, and crew chiefs were making final inspections of the fighters. The mission was to provide Air Cover for ICMC units moving against suspected rebel positions. However, they would never accomplish that.

At exactly 5:55 pm, a whistle could be heard over the airfield. Airman Brendan Gleason looked up in time to see the 155mm HE shell come screaming down on the runway, the explosive round slamming into one of the fighters, sending a massive fireball up into the air. More rounds came, and men scattered for cover. The artillery ripped up the runway, as well as the hangers, destroying the airfield. All 40 aircraft were blown to pieces in the strike, and near the entire population of the base killed.
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As the 48 men of the IAF Security force slowly moved out into the surounding dense jungle to find the artillery that had fired on the airfield, the kept theier eyes opened for enemy troops. However, the men of tht 69th Combat Division had already moved in under teh cover of the 155mm fire, and, with their CAR-21s, fired on the IAF troops, ripping them to shreds.
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As PFC. Mark Clements walked out to the firing line, the sound of fire ripped th air behind him. He was on his way out to inspect the Imitoran ICMC HomeGaurd M1A4 tanks. However, as he opened the hanger to look in on the first 5 of 50 tanks, he was suprised to find them gone.
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The tanks had been taken out on trucks, then dismounted, and raced across the empty expanse to get to teh southern most shore of the Imitoran Island. Unopposed, they made it to the beach, and sent the burst transmission to teh captian of the 5th Patrol Fleet.
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The 5th's captain quickly typed out a message, disregarding the encode feature. He wanted the bastards to know they were comming.

[code:1:8a3de0aa29]
New Empirian fleet, we have secured the southern most beach, the tanks are ours, feel free to land the troops. We have the 69th on our side, we hope it'll be fast[/code:1:8a3de0aa29]
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Fortier grabbed his CAR-21, and settled into the couch. He wore the old outift of the Imitoran Colonial Marine Corps SOU, the desert cammo shirt and pants under an assault vest, and MICH helmet. THere was more to it, but that was the basic. He checked the throat mic, and Ding, three rooms away, responded.

"Loud and clear boss."

"Good, wake up the New Empirians."

OOC: Damn double posts.

Garibaldi International
Just outside Varisca, Saldenia Island
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As he walked along the Jetway, sheltered from the blazing sun above, basking in sweet air conditioning, he fought with the encroaching jetlag. It wasn't often he travelled in such nice accomadations, however the watered down vodka he had on the flight did little to ease his drowsiness.

Once he had collected his luggage from the hectic conveyor belt he continued to the car that he knew was waiting for him. The FIAT Stilo Multiwagon did little to hide the fact that it was property of the Agrigentian Marine Corps. The driver was a large man, one who barely fit comfortably in the cramp vehicle. He nodded when he Major took his seat and deposited his bags in the trunk. With a barely audible grunt he put the car into gear and they began the long drive to Camp Camino.

The modified LAV sped across the open flat lands of Imitora, IR sensors, looking for anythign out of place, like a platoon or two of troops, or maybe a few tanks. However, it wasnt the only one looking. Several of the other LAVs rode with this one, ahead of a small unit of tanks, and a good three hundred troops.

But, despite the sensors, the troops eyes, the land radars, no one saw the APFSDS round screaming at the lead M1A3. The Imitoran Army, not as well funded as the ICMC, used the older M1A3s. The ICMC, however, was close to begening the phase out of the M1A4s in favor of the FCS. The M1A3 simply rocked back on impact as the round slamed into the turret. Seconds later, it erupted in flames, the explosion blowing the turret a clean three feet into the air.

More APFSDS rounds, as well as HEAT rounds shot out of the forest surounding the grass land. From near a mile away, the ICMC M1A4s rained death on the outer perimeter M1A3s. The Imitoran Army M1A3 on the iner circle of the formation turned, and opened fire. However, teh more advanced armor of teh M1A4s absorbed teh 120mm rounds, sending 125mm rounds from there ETC cannons in return.

The terror for the LAVs came from the air, the 'whuping' noise of the Imitoran modified Commanche attack helicopters opening fire on the running LAVs. AGS-27 Mongoose anti tank missles, made by IMI, streaked from the interior bays, ripping into the light armor of the assault vehcles. Troops attempting to run were ripped apart by ICMC IFVs 25mm automatic cannons.

Within 20 minutes, the Loyalist Imitoran Army Force was non existant.

(more delaying tactics while I wait for Lark...come on, man ;))

The sheer volume of paper which needed to be evacuated astounded even Prime Minister Dhawan. The Admiralty alone filled three Bankfields with ship blueprints, battle plans, vital codes, charts, and the like. While other important government ministers - from the High King himself and the High Queen-in-waiting, to the lowest Underminister, Dhawan sat by the red phone, hoping that Katana was not indisposed.

HIMS Goliath was nowhere near completion when she activated her lone installed boiler, out of the eight that her specs called for. Large chunks of her superstructure were missing, only the starboard side of her armor belt was installed, and the massive battleship had not a single weapon of any sort installed. Still, the Admiralty had ordered every warship that would float to make for Port Laughlin, and Goliath faithfully obeyed her orders, steaming out the southern passage at nine knots and over three hundred nautical miles behind the main Iansislean fleet.

OOC: I'm assuming that Christin and James are in Dun Aiden...if not, this is gonna be fun...

IC:

"Skylight Six, we have you on track, hold..." the pilot of the F/A-18H(RF) said. Ninety percent of the time, refueling was done by a tanker. Right now it was being done by a refueling pod underneath the wing of an F/A-18H. "Little to the left, ok hold it. You plugged in?"

"Ok, I'm in, Skylight Six is takin gas," the pilot of the F-16M Viper said. He watched as the hour fuel rating went up. He moved his shoulders around, waiting for the fighter to gas up. To his left and right, five other fighters were undergoing the same operation.

The fuel stopped flowing, and Halpin watched as the tube from the fuel pod realed back. He increaseed pressure, and pushed teh throttle forward, putting the fighter into a dive. He watched as the speed readout slid past 750MPH, going past Mach 1. The F-16M Viper was capable of inertial supercruise, and the pilots kicked it in. Descending quickly from 22,500 feet to 5,000 feet, the Vipers screamed towards the Iansisleanian coast.
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Waters watched as the sun descended from the sky, and the Vipers screamed over head. The Iansisleanians would definatly freak out over this. He watched as the other squad from Team 7 loaded into one of the small fast attack boats that would shoot along the shore, making noise, while he and his team snuck in under the surface.


OOC: Iansisle, since you know your layout better than I do, if you want, you can RP the fighters. Its a general very low level combat sweep, zoomin in over the coast, shootin over an airfield or two, the speeding out over Dun Aiden, all at Mach 1.

The men got up from where they lay as the Imitorans woke them.
"What's going on?"
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With a smirk, the Colonel looked over the transmission. He signaled to his men, as 24 MC/V-16s loaded up each of their 36 men, with 10 O/V-14 VTOLs and 8 F-109N fighters in support. Each was armed to the teeth, and suited in their SLICS enhanced body armor.

The aircraft lifted off the deck, and howled like messengers of the apocalypse.
"Imitoran forces, this is Alpha-Charlie Flight, we're coming in. Your wish is our command. Point us to the target."

The sun was starting to go down already when the sound of air raid sirens once again roared over Ianapalis. As with every time, no flak was thrown from the heavy anti-air batteries scattered about the route. and no fighters were scrambled. This time, the city had become fairly used to these raids, and this particular one had been picked up by the large radranger stations in Fort Jackson on the West Shield. With almost an hour's warning time, roughly how long it would take the Imitoran fighters to cover the distance from Sentry Island six hundred miles to Ianapalis over the vast expanses of Troobodia Bay, the population and (unbeknownst to them, evacuating) governmental officials had time to take shelter.

James and Christin, on their way to Ianapalis's civilian aerodock north of the city along with a handful of ministers who had been at Dun Adien when the call to evacuate came out, had to take shelter in a bomb shelter on the northern outskirts of Empire Street, about halfway to the dock. After it was confirmed the jets had gone, and for about an hour after that, they continued on their way to the aerodock and the Bankfield waiting to take them to (hopefully) safety.

Back in the now-almost-abandoned Jameston Place offices, Dhawan informed the Imitoran admiral that further violations of Iansislean aerospace would not be tolerated. Picking up the open line to the First Speaker, he told the Celebornian that although he could not get in touch with the Larkinian or Agrigentian governments, Iansisle could no longer defend itself from Imitoran incursions to its aerospace, and asked for help.

he told the Celebornian that although he could not get in touch with the Larkinian or Agrigentian governments, Iansisle could no longer defend itself from Imitoran incursions to its aerospace, and asked for help.

ooc: Did you try picking up the phone? :wink:

Before anyone could respond, a voice came over the radio. "Alpha Charlie, this is Captain Stroe of the 69th. We're punched up a bit in here, movin in towards Ausdon. Theres a big airbase just outside the city, would make a nice forward staging area on this front. We're close engaged, and anything you can get along the lines of CAS would be appriciated." The sounds fo gunfire from the 69ths rifles could be heared over the radio, as well as teh sound of a 40mm HE grenade going off.

"There's a flight of Vipers taking off outa IAFAS Wace, meet up with them, they'll lead you in. Will send off a few smoke rounds so you know who to shoot, copy?" A burst was then heard, a large machine gun, and in the back, a soldier could be heard shouting 'Bring it on!'
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Robert stood, picking up his CAR-26. "We gotta long day ahead of us. We're movin out in an hour, meeting up with one of the Air Force SpecOps units, bring us up with the 69th."
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The F-16M Banked as it left the island behind, heading of towards Imitora.
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Waters inhaled through the mouth piece as he slowly propelled himself through the water. With him were 15 men, all armed and dangerous. The sun had set completely a little more than an hour earlier, and now they swam, a little less than a quarter of a mile from the shore. It would then be another good distance to the Dun Audien Island.

He wondered if he was being a bit harsh, his orders to his men were to eliminate any and all oposition with extreme prejudice. He looked over his shoulder, to Cpo. John Ryan, his platoons highest ranking enlisted man, and Waters second hand man. He looked back forward, and continued swimming.
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The other carrier turned, and headed away from the Empire, following behind the F-16Ms. The two Zumwalt IIs stayed.
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The Mark VI (OOC2: Cele, Im sure you've had some time on its predasecor, the Mak V) speed towards the coast. It jumped as it plowed through the waves, water shooting up beside it. Armed well, it could handle itself in a fight. The NSMU Team 7 operator on the front of teh craft looked towards the shore of Iansisle, moving the 20mm cannon back and forth. On the aft of the boat, four .50 caliber Machine Guns covered the craft, two on each side. Two Mk 19 automatic grenade launchers were mounted on teh direct tail of the boat, and also manned.

The night, now bright as day, if day light was green, was pierced with the sound of the boat's two 3,000+ HP engines as they pushed the craft past 75 km/h, and, in an emergency situation, the boat was capable of pushing 115km/h. The helmsman, dressed in Woodland fatiuges, and wearing a flack jacket, looked out into the green night through his own NVGs. He inched the throttle forward, pusing the craft to 80 knots.
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OOC Notes:

IAF-Imitora Air Force, Good guys for the most part, but a few units are holding out
IHG-Imitora Home Gaurd, Basically the Army/Air Force National Gaurd. Bad guys.
IOSG-Imitora Over Seas Gaurd, Army. The only three home based IOSG units are the 12th Armored (good, mostly arty, some tanks), 69th Combat Division (good, my Army Rangers), and the 3rd Armored (bad, tanks and troops, no arty)
ICMC-Imitora Colonial Marine Corps, all good
IN-Imitora Navy, 50/50 split

ICMC SOU is my version of SFOD-D, NSMU is the Naval Special Missions Unit (SEALs), 69th is my version of the Rangers, IAF 115th Air is my 160th SOAR, IAF 12th Combat Field Medics (CombiVac) isnt only medics but also field ACC and other special operations, and teh NWDC (Naval Weapons Development Center) is my DevGru, and Alpha Team is abroad, but Omega Team and Charlie team are gearing up to fight. Current force composition is 78,000 bad, a touch more than 100,000 good, and about 50,000 that are just following orders, and surrender before tehy fight back

"Roger that, we've got CAS inbound."
The 10 O/V-14s, loaded with 4 HyStrike AT Missiles and rocket pods in addtion to the standard 7.62mm minigun, swooped down on enemy lines, launching their payloads and streaking back up and away. An arsenal ship with the CBG rippled off 10 Cluster Munitions Missiles, GPS guided to points of maximum dispertion among enemy rear and mid lines, to avoid friendly fire.
"Imitora, is the area clear of SAMs? I don't want to risk my horses too much."
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The Lt nodded, and ordered the men to get ready.

Camp Camino
10 km West of Varisca
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Vanzano returned to the housing unit he was given on the base. His home for almost two years now, it was a modest apartment in a fairly new building. The small town that grew around the busy bas was no longer a small town, but a modest city.

A lot of things have changed..., he started to think. "But a lot of things are just the same", he mumbled, barely audible as he noticed someone walking toward him.

ooc: Did you try picking up the phone? ;)

(Why, yes, as a matter of fact, yes I did. :P)

...

“You. I want Presidents Katana and Corleone and the First Speaker on the secure ANH channel at once, please. Tell them it’s most urgent.” ...

;)

“You. I want Presidents Katana and Corleone and the First Speaker on the secure ANH channel at once, please. Tell them it’s most urgent.” ...

The phone never rang...this is all lies!!!

http://crabz.com/iim/images/infominister.jpg
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Try again...Mario must have been in the shower... :oops:

Dhawan was very relieved when President Corleone got his message. "Ah, Mr. President, it's good to hear from you. I assume you've heard about the troubles Iansisle's been having. Yes, we're having a tough time defending our airspace, and would desperatly appreciate any military protection your country could give when we attempt to evacuate our government by air."

EDIT: I will post now, because this seems urgent enough. After this however, I am going to bed. Goodnight.
IC:

"To me this is all quite hazy. Our information at this end has been severely lacking, and all we know is received from various and often contradicting sources throughout the splintering government. However, such information is not needed, you but need ask for it and you shall receive our help. If you can provide us with a date and time for this exvacuation, a location as well we will surely provide whatever support we can muster.", he said, making sure the recording device was turned on.

(Imagine if he forgets... :roll: )

Watters kicked his legs, propelling himself silently through the water. They had past the opening in the harbor, and now, lomming in the distance, was Dun Audien (OOC: How many times have I spelled that wrong, lol?) He pushed all doubts from his mind, and now focused on the mission.
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A Viper pilot was about to reply, when a missle streaked up from the ground, and slammed into his fighter. The main body exploded into a ball of flames, and teh wings seemed to fly off from the body. The other Vipers wnet into evasive manuvers, and radioed for Yellow Jacket support.

... Dun Audien (OOC: How many times have I spelled that wrong, lol?) ...

(that's one that I count ;). I actually have a map of the Ianapalis area:

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/390074/ianapalis.jpg

Dun Adien (on Ian's Island) is actually outside Adien Bay, in the main bulk of Troobodia Bay. By the way, I'm assuming they hitched a ride well past were your fleet is, 'cause if they're just entering Troobodia Bay, they've got another 600 miles to swim.

In other news, 'night, Agrigento!)

"Thank you, Mr. President. I'll have my staff get you the information at once. As always, Iansisle appreciates its alliance with Agrigento." Dhawan then waved a RIFC officer over, who informed President Corleone of the basic details of the evacuation.

OOC: I thought Dun Adien was inside the bay...well...where ever it is...lol...

IC:

The body seemed to form from the inky black water, and soon more appeared. The team slid from the water onto the shore of the island. They kept low, crouch walking up towards the beach from the water, rifles up, barrels searching for a target. They found a lay up posistion, and held their, removing wet suits, devoid of markings, and silently thanking the fact that the neopremen/nomex/rubber suit kept their woodland fatigues dry and warm.

Watters peered up over teh small rise, looking for any gaurds, the world batherd in an errie green from his NVGs. He dropped back down, and looked at his men. "Ok, remeber the deal. If any gaurds act threatening, fire. Ryan, your team goes inside, I'll secure the outside. Try not to kill the King," he said, jokeingly.

"Aye sir. Free force confirm. Hoohaa sir," he said, turning and leading his 8 man team carefully out in the open, asured the coast was clear.

"Hoohaa Ryan," Watters said, taking his rifle up into his arms, and leading his 8 man team in the opposite direction, commanding his men using hand signals, watching for any gaurds.

The Colonel signaled to the battle group.
"Holiday, this is Alpha Charlie, forward reports some SAMs, feeding Recon data now. Requesting fire support, over."
"Alpha Charlie, we've got the feed. Sending it in."
2 Honor-M Missile Frigates released 12 independent long range HARMs, tracking air defense radars.

Back at the carrier, 12 F-109N fighters were scrambled, all with Athena. They patiently waited on the flight deck in case things went wrong.

OOC: I have no idea what inspired me to write this, but Im doing it, regardless...

IC:

Teh rounds cracked past the lieutenant's head, and he dropped to the ground. His squad of 15 men had been seperated from not only his platoon, but the entire battle. And now, despite the intense training of the soldiers of the 69th Comabat Division, they were surounded by the enemy. Fire erupted from teh forest surounding them, and three men were killed instantly, 6.8mm rounds ripping into them.

The lieutenant, who had been promoted less than a week before, grabbed his radio man, whose arm was a bloddy mess, being ripped to shreds by bullets. "This is Lt. Burt Storsen, we are cut off from the battle, and under fire! We have many wounded, and need an evac!" He was about to really last known coordinates when a round struck him in the face, knocking him back, ripping his lower jaw off.

His seargent crawled over, shot twice in the arm, and picked up the radio. "I'm sending up a flare!"

He pulled out a red tube, and slammed it against a rock, the parachute flare shooting up into the sky.
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The MH-60N Nighthawk swooped over the forest, the pilots looking through shielded NVGs. The bright dot signaled exactly where they needed to go, and banked hard towards the clearing in the forest.
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I am that which others do not want to be.
I have gone where others feared to go.
I have done what others failed to do.

MstSgt. Gary Powell looked out the side of the Nighthawk, the green night almost erie. He gripped the CAR-30, holding it close, his security in the night. The Nighthawk came to a hover, and ropes were kicked out from the side of the helicopter. He watched as his 9 man team ropped from the helicopter. He was teh tenth, and slid down into the forest that seem to emit death.

I asked nothing from those who gave nothing.
I have relunctantly accepthed the thought of eternal lonliness,
Should I fail

The forest seem to be filled with bullets haphazerdly flying through the air, and Powell lead his team to the soldiers. Firing thier CAR-30s into the darkness, the moved swiftly towards the men. As they approached the group, one of the medics took a round to the throat, droped, and squirmed briefly as life left him. None of the surviving 9 went for him. Their mission was the 69th soldiers.

I have seen the face of terror.
I have felt the cold sting of fear.
I have enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's love.

Powell found teh lieutenant, dead. He bent forward, and without even checking to see if he was alive, lifted him, and held him on his shoulder. He continued firing, looking for enemy soldiers. He began to fall backwards to the point of rope in, and spoke into the boom mic in front of his face.

"Greg, this is Powell. We're working on what we can, but there are too many that arent gonna be able to walk out. We need overfly and pick up, copy?"

The voice came back staticy. "Copy that."

The Nighthawk again banked, levled out, and flew in low, the 7.62mm miniguns opening up, spewing there rounds into the surounding forest. Seconds later, the 'woosh' of the explosion from several M90 White Phospherous grenades sucked the air into the explosion, and a good sized area cleared, enough for a helicopter landing.

I have cried, pained, and hoped.
But most of all, I have lived times others,
Would say were best forgotten.

The men, all members of teh 12th Combat Field Medics, continued performing the delicate task of field surgery, but soon stopped, lifting the dead soldiers, and helping the wounded ones to the helicopter.

Powell turned, grabbing the M249 from one of the wounded soldiers, and opened fire into the forest, delpleting what was left in the 200 round box magazine. He then climbed into the helicopter, found one of the wounded soldiers, and began to attmept to fix the man's wounds. Of course he first looked at his 9 men. All of them, including himself, were wounded, and one was dead, a sheet drapped voer his body.

The seargent grabbed Powell's arm, and looked at him. "Thanks, we owe ya one."

Powell gently removed the seargent's hand, and looked him over. "Take it easy, we'll be to a hospital soon, you rest up."

Powell smiled.

And today,
I am proud to say
What I am...
A PJ

Castle Dun Adien - Ian’s Island
Between Adien Bay and Troobodia Bay, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

Ian’s Island was quiet - eerily quiet, one might say. The entire court had been evacuated, causing the island in just a few hours to go from the bustle of a cruinniú to the silence of a graveyard. Even the King’s I Grenadiers, His Majesty’s personal bodyguard, had been evacuated, leaving only a handful of men from the King’s XLII Rifles to patrol the island. Captain Murray, the commanding officer, had agreed that it would be best to withdraw his forces to a defensive perimeter about the castle’s walls themselves.

From the high peaks of the castle’s wall, they had a commanding view of the island, which - perhaps contrary to popular belief - wasn’t a heavily forested area. Quite the opposite, in fact. When King Ian IV of Shadoran had gazed across from his family’s traditional manor house, he had seen certain things that he knew would keep House Callahan safe forever.

He had seen the rocky hill on the northern end of the island - which was perhaps a mile in diameter at its widest point - that now formed the location for Dun Adien. He had seen the potential rock quarry on the southern end of the island. He had seen the protected cove - just barely big enough for the Regal - that needed a path cut from the living rock just to reach the walls. The sixteen year old Ian had ordered his regent to abandon vulnerable Dun Shadoran (just west of modern-day Ianapalis) and move the court five miles across the bay. When the order refused, Ian had retaken the crown and had it done himself.

Just a year after the Shadoranite court had moved to Dun Adien, a large Javian force had swept over the border from the Foothills. Ian evacuated Shadoran-town and sent the peasants to the hills, and moved his entire army to the forests that stood where Jameston Place is now. The Foothillman trap snapped around Dun Shadoran, and Ian launched his counter assault. The Foothillsmen, caught between the sea and the Shadoranite force had died almost to a man, including their King, Edward. Swiftly, Ian marched to Topton, entering almost without opposition, and forced Edward’s young heir to turn his kingdom into a vassal of the Callahanian crown. Over the next seventeen years - which included seven Javian rebellions - Ian led Shadoran on the most brilliant military campaign in the history of the Shield, uniting the disparate crowns before crowning himself High King Ian I of the Grand Empire of the Shield in 1697. Over the march of time, tiny Adien Island became known as Ian’s Island, then Ian’s Isle, until it - and the entire of the Empire - was at last simply “Iansisle”.

Of course, for all its natural defensive strength, Dun Adien also had its share of weakness. For one thing, there hadn’t been a threatened invasion of the island in three hundred years. Additions had been built outside the main wall, the path from the cove had been lined with trees to shade guests from the sun, the old quarry had been flooded and stocked with fish, and ancient escape tunnels had been filled in.

And now only one hundred and twenty men, most of them green recruits, patrolled the premises, only thirty on duty at any given time.

Still, as Private Philip Cartwright squinted out into the darkness, he thought he could see movement on the south end of the island, near the old quarry. He frowned, and strained his eyes. It was nearly three quarters of a mile from the castle on the northern end to the nearest place where the island’s south end sloped down to a beach of any sort. At last, convinced that this was too unusual, he pointed the area out to his partner. A few moment’s discussion ensued, and at last they decided to go turn on one of the south rampart’s searchlights.

Meanwhile, at Shadoran International Aerodock, six Bankfield aerotransports sat, each on a separate runway, for the word that friendly fighters were in the air. Once they had that, the evacuation of the Iansislean government and military could begin.

The castle:

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/390074/dunadien.jpg

The 12 Drago X's, pride of the AAF, came zooming in at Mach 2 Supercruise. The pilots knew there mission, and knew it well. Fully commited to the preserverence of their allies government, they new that little would be able to stand in their way. All the pilots in the squadron were members of the AAF's elite Gruppo Operativo di Manovra (GOM). Trained to the max, by the already rigid trainers of the Air Force Academy at San Marco, North Islandia, they were the epitome of the Air Dominance Mission.

Freshly refueled they came in sight of Troobodia Bay and the Castle closely following that. They continued on path to the air field and made contact with the Shadoran International Aerodock authorities on the previously arranged Radio frequency.

"Cub, this is Papa Bear, I repeat, Cub this is Papa Bear, we are in position for evac. Do you copy?"

(Drago X's are basically severely upgraded, upgunned and uprated Drago 3000's)

(just waiting for an Imitoran response to make sure.)

"Greetings, Papa Bear," crackled an Iansislean air controller's voice. "This is Cub Command. I must say, it's good to hear friendly voices. Are you in need of refuel before Operation Hibernation? Over."

(just waiting for an Imitoran response to make sure.)

"Greetings, Papa Bear," crackled an Iansislean air controller's voice. "This is Cub Command. I must say, it's good to hear friendly voices. Are you in need of refuel before Operation Hibernation? Over."

"Cub, thats a negative. We have inflight refueling at the ready. The only concern is that our planes will be too fast, we sure will waste fuel, and push ourselves to the stall limit. Don't be alarmed if we lose Visual Range. I repeat, thats a negative, and dont be alarmed if we lose visual. Over"

The Planes begin a holding pattern over the airfield, waiting for the Iansisle transports to take off.

"Cub, thats a negative. We have inflight refueling at the ready. The only concern is that our planes will be too fast, we sure will waste fuel, and push ourselves to the stall limit. Don't be alarmed if we lose Visual Range. I repeat, thats a negative, and dont be alarmed if we lose visual. Over"

The Planes begin a holding pattern over the airfield, waiting for the Iansisle transports to take off.

"We roger that, Papa Bear. Will not be concerned if visual range is lost. Operation Hibernation is a go. Cub One through Six, launching now. Good luck; Cub Command, over and out."

A second later, the six Bankfields were taking off. Bankfield civilian aeroflyers were built with more advanced technology than their counterparts from Graye, which were primarily used by the military. Thus, the heavy four engined transports were able to get up to almost three hundred and fifty miles per hour, and headed straight south. They were on their way to Agrigento.