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Map of Ruhr (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=75797&highlight=)

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Gardener Islands Western Shore
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Music: Looks Like Trouble (http://netjunk.com/users/pili/Looks%20Like%20Trouble.mp3)

Coleman was hiding behind the cement block wall on the roof of the Southside local Chinese restaurant. His M16A5 clips were lying next to him, his fingers gliding over to them as if they had their own sense of direction while he looked over the ledge through his small periscope. Across the street on the opposite roof were two more agents of the CBI (Central Bureau of Investigation). Through the scope he saw them setting up the Rocket Propelled Grenade that was to be used as a last resort in the upcoming situation. With just a slight turn to the left and an adjustment in magnification, he watched the dispatches of SWAT teams preparing themselves.

Coleman checked his watch, if they were on time they would be there in two minutes. Looking through his periscope once more, he checked the traffic on the road. There were lots of people down there, unusual but the upcoming annual festival drew more attention this year than anticipated. Coleman realised that there were many people endangered by just sitting there, not by the Bureau teams but by the people who were going to show up. They had no idea what was to become of the situation.

The plan was simple, snipers on rooftops would pick off those that would try and flee with sleeping agent carrying bullets. The rest would be rounded up, arrested and then tried in a Republic Court of Law and Justice. However, just like a simple science experiment there is always a variable. Coleman realised that the only dangerous part of this situation was their targets, the largest drug organisation in Ruhr and their business ‘associates’. The CBI knew the Burmese were in Ruhr, but could do nothing about the situation since they had no hard evidence of any transported materiel. Although Republic Fleet Customs (RFC) inspects every vessel and aircraft to enter Ruhr, they could not find a trace on their goods. It became a game of cat and mouse, waiting outside the right mouse hole at the right time. This was an opportunity to injure or possibly terminate the Martell Organisation’s drug ring.

Three silver Volvo XC90s (http://www.crainsdetroit.com/images/random/03%20volvo%20xc90.jpg) drove down the road in an ordered convoy, each with blacked-out windows that just happened to be enough to ticket each of the drivers but because the local police were not as adequate as the rest of Ruhr the vehicles eased down the road. They came to a stop right below the pharmacy directly in Coleman’s view. Each of the passenger doors opened, three men stepped out of each of the vehicles. They were casually dressed yet fairly easy to connect with each other by their style of clothing. Perhaps they were just bodyguards with a sense of fashion to the passer-by, but it still made a connection. Two black Chevrolet Suburbans (http://planner.multiad.com/media_channels/adbuilder_auto/images/evox_05.jpg) and a single dark metallic forest green Tahoe Z-71 (http://www.cardomain.com/memberpage/469736) turned the corner opposite of the pharmacy and stopped parallel to the Volvos on the other side of the road. Again, their drivers stayed in their car while the passengers exited.

Two men from each group walked slowly into the Chinese restaurant, from here two agents inside were going to record their conversation. Coleman sat on the roof and waited for the reaction. In a short amount of time, however, the same two men exited the restaurant separately and walked to their cars. The Volvos restarted their engines, and the first one began to leave. Coleman cursed under his breath, they were only making the deal there! But one of the passengers in the second Volvo did not shut their door and a bag fell out, shaking loose and dropping several smaller containers. Once they hit the ground the small rectangular shapes tore open revealing the opium inside. Coleman heard over his Earpiece to take action and he took a shielded firing position over the ledge down at the remaining vehicles. The SWAT vehicles drove from their positions and blocked the road, police cars turned on their sirens and people ran in terror. The first vehicle locked their breaks up as one black Mercedes G55 AMG (http://www.velocityphotos.com/images/org/2002/mb2003g555101s.jpg) with red and blue blinking lights on the grille and in the front window skidded through an intersection and began its pursuit of the XC90.

The Chevrolets began to drive off, but were quickly blocked. Coleman heard gunfire from one of the Suburbans and aimed at the tires. He quickly shot two tires out on the first Suburban and fired several shots, unsuccessfully, at the Volvos. Screams were heard up and down the street as the drug organisations made their last moves towards escape. Blood and bullets littered the street, Coleman fired two bullets into one of the gunmen’s arms. He was only aiming to disable them, not to kill. But after these two bullets he leaned up behind the ledge and closed his eyes. Soon the shooting stopped and only sirens, cries for help and cries of anguish were heard.

After he was given orders to begin the Crime Scene Investigation, he walked down the fire stairs on the external wall of the three story building he was on. The drug bust was over and twenty-four members of this drug cartel were apprehended either wounded or without a scratch. He walked over a dead civilian who was leaning up against a trash can most likely taking cover. He checked his identification and a few items from his wallet, the man was a New Genoese tourist on a local tour. He put his wallet back in the man’s pocket and walked out of the alley. Coleman surveyed the scene, taking in account for every bullet hole and item he could. His eyes became fixed on the bullet holes that spread the windows of a tour bus stopped on the side of the road only a block up, the same one that the New Genoese man was from.

Coleman walked onto the bus, one side spotted with dozens upon dozens of automatic weapon fire and the other side speckled with red blood. He looked down, taking in account for roughly twenty dead civilians laying mangled and mauled either on their seats or on the ground. He closed his eyes, there was enough bloodshed already but why did they have to take everybody with them. Chatter on his radio headset brought him outside. The tough part was over and his duty now was to get to work on wrapping up the case.
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CBI Field Office
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Music: Vector (http://netjunk.com/users/hongying/vector.mp3)

The units involved were now going through debriefing. Coleman sat in the third row closer to the isle in the small theatre style room. His notepad open on the small desk-board that popped from the side and laid in front of him. The tall, nerdy looking guy presenting the information via a computer presentation noted everything that went right in the bust as well as everything that went wrong. While the bust was successful and the transfer was stopped, they still took action without legitimate evidence. As a result, over twenty New Genoese tourists fell in the raid and if the Burmese had not dropped a bag of opium they would be dead for no reason with the CBI to blame. The diplomatic problems would have been greater than the drug problems had they still been around. Coleman felt sick to his stomach about the situation, he nodded his head mindlessly to the speaker taking notes on his performance as well as the team’s.

However, the good note was that twenty hundred kilos of opium and a few hundred kilos of ‘sample’ heroin were confiscated and examined. The Lab came to the conclusion that the opium was from Burma and most likely the heroin too. Coleman shook his head, for years the Burmese had smuggled these drugs into Ruhr. He felt that this time, the Ruhrians were going to change this. Twenty-four New Genoese dead, six wounded and eighteen Ruhrian civilians dead would be enough for the government to thoroughly complain to the Burmese one last time. The DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency) had made it clear to the Burmese military regime before that they need to toughen up on their laws or else numerous times. This was the ‘or else’ time, however.

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The Chancellor’s Hall - Nuremburg
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Music: The Ruhrian Anthem (http://www.cyberpursuits.com/heckifiknow/saab/saabthme.wav)

“My fellow Pacificans,” Chancellor Dmitri Carver began, “today marked the final error in the Burmese government’s lack of decisive support on the war on drugs in their country. For over a decade, the Burmese drug lords have profited from the Ruhrian market of opium and heroin. Today, however, a large team working on taking out a drug transfer to local dealers was stopped. Several thousand kilos of drugs were confiscated as well as twenty-three cartel members apprehended. The success of the Central Bureau of Investigation lead to the end of the Burmese Opium Cartel’s presence in Ruhr as interrogators extracted information on the headquarters of the operation and another team swiftly knocking out the leadership.”

The dark-haired chancellor looked down, momentarily losing his composure. He looked back up and continued after a brief pause, “The first team’s success in the Ruhrian Islands came with bad news as well. Fourty-two civilians died and six wounded in crossfire between cartel members and CBI agents. The Cartel members targeted not only the agency team but civilians nearby. Twenty-four of the fourty-two civilians were members of a New Genoese tour group that had stopped in the market. My thought’s and prayers are with the New Genoese loved-ones in their trying times as well as the Ruhrian families who lost their loved-ones.” He paused, offering a symbolic moment of silence. After a minute passed by, his eyes raised once more to the cameras. “As a result of this loss of life and the failure to comply with Ruhrian request in the Burmese Government’s drug issue, the Parlaiment has concluded this evening to take military action in Burma both to cleanse the country of it’s drug industry as well as its military regime. The Union of Burma will be liberated from its oppressive Military Regime and its ruler General Than Shwe. The Ruhrians have issued official requests multiple times to tighten up their drug laws, and as a result we must resort to military intervention in order to make the country efficient and free. The war on the streets has finally dragged this nation into a war. God help us all. Thank you, and good night.”

After the speech is done, military preparations are finalized at Tristan Island, preparing two carrier taskforces for battle and a merchant-marine force for transporting the six divisions of troops to Thailand. However, the massive preparation will be expected to take up to two weeks and the trip itself several days. The force of the Ruhrian Imperial Forces will finally prove itself to the world in the fight of good versus evil, starting with the basis of cleaning up the streets and establishing democracy in Burma.

Co-enciding with the buildup at Tristian island, several shady-looking fishing trawlers start to appear around the island.

Meanwhile.....

"Now, the question is, is this something we want to support or not? it could very well lead to a much larger conflict."
"Well, we would be supporting a pre-emptive strike. What's the government of Burma like?"
"If its bad, we can have 500 marines, plus air, armor, and naval support ready to go within 48 hours."

OCC: What's the burmese government like?

OOC: The Burmese Government is a dictatorship/military regime. And I am terribly sorry but this is a closed thread. I appreciate your support, however.

OOC: The Burmese Government is a dictatorship/military regime. And I am terribly sorry but this is a closed thread. I appreciate your support, however.

OCC: Oh, sorry. Any chance for me to get some covert surveillance trawlers and LRR spec ops involved?

OOC: The Burmese Government is a dictatorship/military regime. And I am terribly sorry but this is a closed thread. I appreciate your support, however.

OCC: Oh, sorry. Any chance for me to get some covert surveillance trawlers and LRR spec ops involved?

OOC: I would like too, but the thread has been carefully laid out already. Perhaps another time, I know for a fact that more things will be coming after this.

OOC: Who is this open to? I heard something about "drug war" on the BDI forum, not sure if this is a BDI RP (since there's no "formal" post about it).

OOC: Who is this open to? I heard something about "drug war" on the BDI forum, not sure if this is a BDI RP (since there's no "formal" post about it).

Well, this is just a NG and I RP, and since Ruhr has started this war and there was no direct attack, I am going to have to say that the pact for mutual defence is not necessary.

Well, if you want to hold out until after this, I will have a BDI engagement thread.

*tag* for the BDI thing...

*tag*

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

Ummm...let me say again: BDI does not need to help.

Bumpity---

--Oval Office, New Genoa--

President Carter was drenched in sweat, as the recent complexities concerning the drug smuggling in Ruhr clouded his mind. For years his advisors had warned him that one day these issues would eventually effect New Genoese tourists visiting the island paradise of Ruhr. Now that forewarning had happened and twenty-four New Genoans were dead; their families devastated.

The news of the attack in Nuremburg had spread like a wildfire and every news network in New Genoa was covering the story on an all-day basis. Until now, the government had yet to make an address to the people, but now it seemed absolutely necessary. Not only would President Carter need to reassure the New Genoese people that their lives were safe, and that this tragedy would never happen again; he would need to settle the heated debate that flared throughout the nation: should New Genoa join the Ruhrian effort to extinguish the Burmese government and put forth one of democracy?

An answer to this question was unclear at the time. Should thousands of New Genoese men and women risk their lives overseas because of the deaths of twenty-four unfortunate tourists? Should New Genoa penalize the Burmese government for the actions of an independent faction?

President Carter had mulled over these thoughts ever since his advisors had awaken from his slumber at night to inform him of the tragedy in Nuremburg. He had already held two meetings with his Cabinet, and met with the President of the Senate and Speaker of the House. The answer was clear now to Carter: New Genoa would stand by its Ruhrian allies in their esteemed attempt to restore peace and democracy to Burma. To combat a chronic disease that had haunted mankind for countless years: the trade of illicit drugs. Not only would Ruhr and New Genoa deal an ailing blow to the drug industry in Asia, they would also further the reins of democracy. For years Burma had been ruled by an oppressive regime. A regime, that until recently, outlawed the civilian usage of the Internet; and only now could their people view government-approved Web pages. The State Law and Order Restoration Council had isolated these people from the outside world, and they had done it quite harshly too. When elections were finally held nearly a decade ago, the present officials in power were overwhelmingly voted out of office. Yet the SLORC declared these results to be null and void. No election has been held since.

The United Nations, too, had placed numerous sanctions against Burma on the account of human rights abuses. Yet no nation had taken action against Burma...

President Carter felt a tap on his shoulder, awakening him from his trance. He was handed a hankerchief, which he used to wipe the sweat from his forehead, before he straightened his tie and prepared to make an address to the nation.

"You're on in five, four, three, two, one, now!" said his assistant.

All across New Genoese television screens, President Carter's image appeared as he sat at his desk.

He licked his lips and spoke thus, "Good evening New Genoa, although not a very good day was this. Despair has swept over this great nation. Pain and sorrow now tug the hearts of every New Genoan, especially those affected by this horrid tragedy.

"Earlier today, twenty-four New Genoans were presumed dead after being caught in the crossfire of a vicious battle in Nurmeburg, Ruhr between law enforcement officials and Burmese men involved in the drug industry. Their deaths were the result of a brutal drug bust involving thousands of kilos of opium and hundreds of kilos of heroin. Eighteen Ruhrians, too, died, furthering today's dismay. The Ruhrian CBI has confirmed that these men indeed were from Burma and New Genoese federal agents have soldified these claims with our own evidence.

"Chancellor Dmitri Carver delivered a powerful speech to Ruhr earlier, as many of you have probably heard, stating Ruhr's intentions to militarily interevene and end the problems plaguing the Union of Burma. But,Chancellor Carver has said, in addition to dismantling the drug organization terrorizing Burma, that Ruhr will liberate Burma from the State Law and Order Restoration Council that has ruled with an iron fist for decades. Like other UN nations, New Genoa placed economic sanctions against Burma in response to their wretched human rights violations. Though Ruhr may not be a UN member, New Genoa is in complete agreement with the Ruhrian Parliament on this issue. The drug industry must be torn apart, the government overthrown.

"Over the upcoming months, New Genoa will be entering a time of difficulty and struggle. New Genoese men and women will be deploying overseas to Thailand to launch a coalition war against the Union of Burma. Congress has authorized a military mobilization in a vote today, and over the next weeks, the units being sent to Thailand will be finalized. I assure you, though, that these courageous heroes will return; and for those whom don't -- their legacy will live on forever. Let our nation unite in hands together to make it through this time of high tensions. Good night, New Genoa, and thank you for listening."

The address ended and other channels returned back to their regular programs while some assessed and discussed President Carter's speech.

OOC: The Burmese Government is a dictatorship/military regime. And I am terribly sorry but this is a closed thread. I appreciate your support, however.

It's closed? Drat. Because I'm in Southeast Asia, which means I could send troops overland to Burma/Myanmar, and it would be of importance due to the geographic proximity of Syskeyia to Burma.

May I please join? :D

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

OOC: The Burmese Government is a dictatorship/military regime. And I am terribly sorry but this is a closed thread. I appreciate your support, however.

It's closed? Drat. Because I'm in Southeast Asia, which means I could send troops overland to Burma/Myanmar, and it would be of importance due to the geographic proximity of Syskeyia to Burma.

May I please join? :D

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

OOC: Excellent post, New Genoa. Sorry, should have made it clearer that the Ruhrian Isles drug bust was not in Nuremburg.

IC:

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Chancellor's Hall
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In his office, the Carver sat behind the large glass desk while his administration and advisors sat in the leather couches arranged infront of the desk. The conference phone was placed on the coffee table infront of them right before the Chancellor hit the speeddial for the Oval Office of the Free Republic of New Genoa. After several rings, the President answered, "President Carter, I would like to thank you for your address you just finished to the New Genoese people and the support your government is giving to us in this time of despair. As you know, the state of the Ruhrian military is always on High, allowing for constant military readiness in times of conflict. Unfortunately, we do not have troops in Asia. The closest we have is the Tristan Island Military Complex in the Indian Ocean, it houses two bomber squadrons, the Indian Ocean Fleet, and several army and marine divisions. This will most likely be the extent of Ruhrian forces sent."

The phone rang several times before the President answered. A voice spoke.

President Carter, I would like to thank you for your address you just finished to the New Genoese people and the support your government is giving to us in this time of despair. As you know, the state of the Ruhrian military is always on High, allowing for constant military readiness in times of conflict. Unfortunately, we do not have troops in Asia. The closest we have is the Tristan Island Military Complex in the Indian Ocean, it houses two bomber squadrons, the Indian Ocean Fleet, and several army and marine divisions. This will most likely be the extent of Ruhrian forces sent.

President Carter licked his lips as he listened to the Chancellor's words, awaiting his turn to speak.

When the message had been completed, Carter responded thus, "Your thanks is appreciated, Chancellor. Furthermore, New Genoa has obtained permission from the chief executive to Thailand to launch an invasion from their nation. As you know, both Burma and Thailand have had their constant disputes with each other -- mostly over border claims -- so they were more than willing to allow six Army divisions and three Marine divisions to coordinate operations from. Furthermore, New Genoa has prepared the 3rd Naval Fleet to deploy to the area to conduct sorties over Burma and possibly support a naval invasion. We've yet to finalize the final numbers to be sent overseas, but will over the next three days."

OOC: New Genoa, I think it would help if we list the divisions we are sending OOCly in the next couple of posts. That way we won't have to pull the forces out of our asses. Unfortunately, the shipnaming process is taking forever. I forgot that I needed to do the Indian Ocean Fleet and now I ran out of the good names on the Arctic and the Pacific. I'll have the numbers by the end of the night.

Big friggen posting for my fleet. This is for NG and I to keep track of, and since I did it on a word and forums need coding, my fancy idents and bolds and italices and shtuff no longer are here. Bear with me.

Indian Ocean Fleet

Direct Combat Vessels
· 5 x Hamburg Class CVN’s
· 4 x Munich Class CVVN’s
· 6 x Lancer Class BBGN’s
· 12 x Lexus Class CGN’s
· 15 x Resolution Class CG’s
· 15 x Ghost Class CGAA’s
· 25 x Delta Class DDGN’s
· 26 x Dagger Class DDG’s
· 6 x Victorian Class DDSG’s
· 18 x Lytham Class FFGN’s
· 27 x Defiance Class FFG’s
· 30 x Trinity Class FFG’s
· 18 x Sea Fox Class SSN’s
· 5 x Danube Class SSGN’s
· 3 x Rhine Class SSBN’s
Small Combat Vessels
· 8 x Volant Class LHA’s (1, 1, 1, 2, 3)
· 15 x Lightning A Class PG’s (5 in each)
· 15 x Lightning B Class PT’s (5 in each)
· 15 x Lightning C Class PGM’s (5 in each)
· 15 x Heron Class PBM’s (River Patrol Squadron)
· 18 x Eagle Class PHM’s (6 in each)
· 5 x Pullman Class AM’s (Minelayer) (1 for every taskforce)
· 5 x Scott Class CM’s (Minesweepers) (1 for every taskforce)
Support Vessels
· 8 x May Class AE’s (Ammunitions Ship)
· 3 x Orca Class AGB’s (Ice-Breaker)
· 6 x Prince Class AGI’s (Intelligence Gathering Ship)
· 6 x Endeavour Class AGOS’s (Ocean Surveillance Ship)
· 7 x Nathicana Class AH’s (Hospital Ship)
· 7 x Mark Baker Class AO (Fleet Tanker)
· 7 x Tom Lynch Class AOG (Fleet Gasoline Tanker)
· 4 x Hewlett Class ARB’s (Repair Ship)
· 4 x Endurance Class ARB’s (Repair Ship – Battle Damage)
· 6 x Henry Class AS’s (Submarine Tender)
· 3 x Jacob Class ACP’s (Gunboat Squadron Tender and Command Ship)
· 3 x Glen Class SGO (Gunboat Squadron Tanker)
· 25 x Martell Class ATF (Fleet Tug)


Hamburg Class CVN’s
Experience
Enterprise
Valiant [Flagship]
Vanguard
Triumph

Munich Class CVVN’s
Ryan Wallace
Charles Hall
Victor Arthur
Eric Reinhart

Lancer Class BBGN’s
Razor
Rapier
Lancer
Katana
Truth and Reconciliation
Broadsword

Lexus Class CGN’s
Lexus
Valley Forge
Serendell
Enchanter
Excalibur
Excelsior
Excathedra
Exacerbater
Excursion
Executor
Explorer
Expedition

Resolution Class CG’s
Sarex
Ryatt City
Channelton
Calan
Ferreti
Donzi
Twin Rivers
St. George
Stockholm
Prague
Westland
Drammen
Memorex
Battle of Battery Shore
Edwardton

Ghost Class CGAA’s
Intrepid
Midway
Lexington
Concorde
Wales
Yorktown
Hornet
Wasp
Manchester
Inverness
Edinburgh
London
New Haven
Glasgow
Belfast

Delta Class DDGN’s
Archer
Ardent
Atrocity
Behemoth
Commendable
Dependable
Earnest
Inquisitor
Justice
Leviathan
Mandate
Precise
Reliable
Sanction
Sentinel
Tempest
Triumphant
Vigilant
Vigor
Warden
Warrant
Watchful
Zealous
Outlander
Hunter

Dagger Class DDG’s
Dagger
Assault
Punch
Blow
Onslaught
Raider
First Strike
Storm Sky
Ranger
Hyku
Viper
Falcon
Gador
Ethar
Talon
Cobra
Sidewinder
Anaconda
Hawk
Eagle
Kuzos
Zaxias
Venimi
Claw
Condor
Marlin

Victorian Class DDSG’s
Swordsman
Rider
Minion
Slayer
Repulse
King Henry

Lytham Class FFGN’s
St Anne
Rain Of Fire
Thunderstorm
Vortex Of Fire
Lightning Bolt
Firestorm
Hurricane
Acid Rain
Vortex Of Steel
Hail Of Fire
Flame Shower
Tornado
Ice Storm
Acid Shower
Vortex Of Acid
Rain Of Flame
Rainstorm
Steel Shower

Defiance Class FFG’s
Defiance
St. Anne
St. John
Ambition
Markov
Kalishnikov
Kursk
Crimea
Jutland
Omaha
Utah
Brest
Palermo
Naples
Vesuvius
Venice
Florence
Monaco
Vega
Orion
St. Mathew
Barry Phillips
Tyler Mason
Logan Walten
Ricardo Valdez
William Schmidt
Robert Paul


Trinity Class FFG’s
Lyn
Mareille
Genoa
Nice
Milan
Vienna
Trieste
Luxemburg
Brussels
London
Oslo
Helsinki
Warsaw
Dublin
Reykjavik
Madrid
Valencia
Sevilla
Cordoba
Lisbon
Athens
Tripoli
Canton
Hue City
Nicobar
Saipan
Luzon
Kyoto
Osaka
Tokyo

Sea Fox Class SSN’s
Adamant
Adjudicator
Antidote
Avatar
Baneful
Akula
Capable
Challenger
Coercion
Dangerous
Daredevil
Dauntless
Venegance
Torch
Direful
Edacious
Endeavour
Hamburg

Danube Class SSGN’s
Battle of Salamis
Battle of Actium
Battle of Lepanto
Battle of Jutland
Battle of Guadalcanal

Rhine Class SSBN’s
Battle of Leyte Gulf
Battle of Coral Sea
Battle of Java Sea

Lightning A Class PG’s
PG-60
PG-61
PG-62
PG-63
PG-64
PG-77
PG-78
PG-79
PG-80
PG-81
PG-82
PG-83
PG-84
PG-85
PG-86

Lightning B Class PT’s
PT-105
PT-106
PT-107
PT-108
PT-109
PT-110
PT-111
PT-112
PT-115
PT-117
PT-118
PT-119
PT-120
PT-121
PT-122

Lightning C Class PGM’s
PGM-40
PGM-41
PGM-42
PGM-43
PGM-45
PGM-48
PGM-49
PGM-50
PGM-51
PGM-52
PGM-53
PGM-54
PGM-55
PGM-56
PGM-57

Eagle Class PHM’s
PHM-26
PHM-27
PHM-28
PHM-29
PHM-30
PHM-31
PHM-32
PHM-33
PHM-34
PHM-35
PHM-36
PHM-37
PHM-38
PHM-39
PHM-40
PHM-41
PHM-42
PHM-43

Heron Class PBM’s
PBM-110
PBM-111
PBM-112
PBM-113
PBM-114
PBM-115
PBM-116
PBM-117
PBM-118
PBM-119
PBM-120
PBM-121
PBM-122
PBM-123
PBM-124
PBM-125

Pullman Class AM’s
Stephen Charles
Brad Charles
Gregory Charles
Frank Charles
Devon Charles

Scott Class CM’s
Nathan Portman
Ian Lloyd
Eric Mcgregor
Lyle Nelson
Rick McCallum

May Class AE’s
Mount Hood
Bremerton
Dixon
Virginia
Harris
Lansing
Greenville
Cheyenne

Orca Class AGB’s
Narwhal
Blue Whale
Beluga Whale

Prince Class AGI’s
Edward Prince
Tyler Geer
Alex Joseph

Endevour Class AGOS’s
Abyss II
Pelican
Bermuda

Nathicana Class AH’s
Nathicana II
Aurora III
Susan Talon
Sister Francis
Sister Benedict
Mary Elizabeth IV
Melissa Bright II

Mark Barber Class AO’s
Marcus Islands
Bonin Islands
Tori Islands
Sofu Gan Island
Senyavin Island
Hall Island
Truk Island

Tom Lynch Class AOG’s
Juan Estrella
Anna Maricia
Victor Sanchez
Frances Marillo
Marco Barracheto
Jesus Teshe
Jennifer Lewis

Hewlett Class AR’s
Jonah Kelly
Richard Kraus
Floyd Lind
Arthur Jackson

Endurance Class ARB’s
William Galler
Harold Archer
Donald Gary
James Hendrix

Henry Class AS’s
Seychelles Islands
Amirante Island
Victoria Island
Providence Island
Aldabra Island
Mayotte Island
Jacob Class ACP’s
Bay of Bengal
Gulf of Oman
Arabian Sea
Glen Class SGO’s
Alan Carl
Kyle Niche
Tayler Kay


Task Forces

Valiant Carrier Task Force
Hamburg CVN’s
Valiant [Task Force Command Ship] [Fleet Flagship]
Experience
Munich CVVN’s
Eric Reinhart
Lancer BBGN’s
Rapier
Truth and Reconciliation
Lexus CGN’s
Lexus
Valley Forge
Resolution CG’s
Sarex
Ryatt City
Channelton
Ghost CGAA’s
Intrepid
Midway
Lexington
Concorde
Wales
Delta DDGN’s
Archer
Ardent
Atrocity
Behemoth
Commendable
Dagger DDG’s
Dagger
Assault
Punch
Blow
Onslaught
Raider
Victorian DDSG’s
Swordsman
Rider
Lytham FFGN’s
Acid Shower
Vortex Of Acid
Rain Of Flame
Rainstorm
Steel Shower
Defiance FFG’s
Defiance
St. Anne
St. John
Ambition
Markov
Kalishnikov
Trinity FFG’s
Nicobar
Saipan
Luzon
Kyoto
Osaka
Tokyo
Sea Fox SSN’s
Torch
Direful
Edacious
Endeavour
Hamburg
Danube SSGN’s
Battle of Salamis
Rhine SSBN’s
Leyte Gulf
Java Sea

Enterprise Carrier Task Force
Hamburg CVN’s
Enterprise [Task Force Command Ship]
Munich CVVN’s
Charles Hall
Lancer BBGN’s
Katana
Broadsword
Lexus CGN’s
Excalibur
Excelsior
Resolution CG’s
Calan
Ferreti
Donzi
Ghost CGAA’s
Yorktown
Hornet
Wasp
Manchester
Delta DDGN’s
Dependable
Earnest
Inquisitor
Justice
Leviathan
Dagger DDG’s
First Strike
Storm Sky
Ranger
Hyku
Viper
Victorian DDSG’s
Minion
Lytham FFGN’s
Hail Of Fire
Flame Shower
Tornado
Ice Storm
Defiance FFG’s
Palermo
Naples
Vesuvius
Venice
Florence
Trinity FFG’s
Cordoba
Lisbon
Athens
Tripoli
Canton
Hue City
Sea Fox SSN’s
Dangerous
Daredevil
Dauntless
Venegance
Danube SSGN’s
Battle of Actium

Triumph Carrier Task Force
Hamburg CVN’s
Triumph [Task Force Command Ship]
Lancer BBGN’s
Razor
Lexus CGN’s
Enchanter
Excursion
Serendell
Resolution CG’s
Twin Rivers
St. George
Stockholm
Ghost CGAA’s
Inverness
Edinburgh
Delta DDGN’s
Precise
Reliable
Sanction
Sentinel
Dependable
Dagger DDG’s
Sidewinder
Anaconda
Hawk
Eagle
Kuzos
Victorian DDSG’s
Slayer
Lytham FFGN’s
Hurricane
Acid Rain
Vortex Of Steel
Defiance FFG’s
Monaco
Vega
Orion
St. Mathew
Barry Phillips
Trinity FFG’s
Warsaw
Dublin
Reykjavik
Madrid
Valencia
Sevilla
Sea Fox SSN’s
Capable
Challenger
Coercion
Danube SSGN’s
Battle of Lepanto

Vanguard Carrier Task Force
Hamburg CVN’s
Vanguard [Task Force Command Ship]
Lexus CGN’s
Expedition
Exacerbater
Executor
Resolution CG’s
Prague
Westland
Drammen
Ghost CGAA’s
London
Delta DDGN’s
Tempest
Triumphant
Vigilant
Vigor
Warden
Dagger DDG’s
Falcon
Gador
Ethar
Talon
Cobra
Victorian DDSG’s
Repulse
Lytham FFGN’s
Vortex Of Fire
Lightning Bolt
Firestorm
Defiance FFG’s
Tyler Mason
Logan Walten
Ricardo Valdez
William Schmidt
Robert Paul
Trinity FFG’s
Lyn
Mareille
Genoa
Nice
Milan
Vienna
Sea Fox SSN’s
Avatar
Baneful
Akula
Danube SSGN’s
Battle of Guadalcanal



Lancer Bombardier Task Force
Munich CVVN’s
Victor Arther
Ryan Wallace
Lancer BBGN’s
Lancer [Task Force Command Ship]
Lexus CGN’s
Excathedra
Explorer
Resolution CG’s
Memorex
Battle of Battery Shore
Edwardton
Ghost CGAA’s
New Haven
Glasgow
Belfast
Delta DDGN’s
Warrant
Watchful
Zealous
Outlander
Hunter
Dagger DDG’s
Zaxias
Venimi
Claw
Condor
Marlin
Victorian DDSG’s
King Henry
Lytham FFGN’s
St Anne
Rain Of Fire
Thunderstorm
Defiance FFG’s
Kursk
Crimea
Jutland
Omaha
Utah
Brest
Trinity FFG’s
Trieste
Luxemburg
Brussels
London
Oslo
Helsinki
Sea Fox SSN’s
Adamant
Adjudicator
Antidote
Danube SSGN’s
Battle of Jutland
Rhine SSBN’s
Coral Sea

Fast Attack Squadron 1
Lightning A Class PG’s
PG-60
PG-61
PG-62
PG-63
PG-64
Lightning B Class PT’s
PT-105
PT-106
PT-107
PT-108
PT-109
Lightning C Class PGM’s
PGM-40
PGM-41
PGM-42
PGM-43
PGM-45
Eagle Class PHM’s
PHM-26
PHM-27
PHM-28
PHM-29
PHM-30
PHM-31
Glen Class SGO’s
Taylor Kay

Fast Attack Squadron 2
Lightning A Class PG’s
PG-77
PG-78
PG-79
PG-80
PG-81
Lightning B Class PT’s
PT-110
PT-111
PT-112
PT-115
PT-117
Lightning C Class PGM’s
PGM-48
PGM-49
PGM-50
PGM-51
PGM-52
Eagle Class PHM’s
PHM-32
PHM-33
PHM-34
PHM-35
PHM-36
PHM-37
Glen Class SGO’s
Kyle Niche

Fast Attack Squadron 3
Lightning A Class PG’s
PG-82
PG-83
PG-84
PG-85
PG-86
Lightning B Class PT’s
PT-118
PT-119
PT-120
PT-121
PT-122
Lightning C Class PGM’s
PGM-53
PGM-54
PGM-55
PGM-56
PGM-57
Eagle Class PHM’s
PHM-38
PHM-39
PHM-40
PHM-41
PHM-42
PHM-43
Glen Class SGO’s
Alan Carl

River Patrol Squadron
Heron Class PBM’s
PBM-110
PBM-111
PBM-112
PBM-113
PBM-114
PBM-115
PBM-116
PBM-117
PBM-118
PBM-119
PBM-120
PBM-121
PBM-122
PBM-123
PBM-124
PBM-125

Army and Marines
12th Armoured Division
111st Airborne Division
109th Artillery Division
88th Ranger Division
73rd Infantry
74th Infantry
39th Infantry
324th Medical Division
57th Motor-Rifle Division
58th Infantry
59th Transport
61st Airborne Cavalry
44th Recon
45th Transport
47th Artillery
33rd Ropes Marines (Infantry)
23rd Roads Marines (Mechanized)
13th Rogues Marines (Armoured)

Airforce
Bombing Groups have yet to be decided upon.
Air Superiority will be based from Carrier Taskforces operating in the area of conflict.

"Mr. President, here is the drafted version of the deployment to Burma. Both houses have ratified this proposition, all that is needed is your signature," said the President's advisor as she handed him the folder.

President Carter opened it and read...

NAVAL FORCES
3RD FLEET

· 3x (Three) Hamburg Class aircraft carriers
· 6x (Six) Lexus Class guided-missile cruisers
· 9x (Nine) Delta Class guided-missile destroyers
· 9x (Nine) Oliver Hazard Perry guided-missile frigates
· 18x (Eighteen) Tigerstripe light attack boats
· 1x (One) Imitora Class arsenal ship
· 6x (Six) Southport Class attack submarines
· 3x (Three) Wasp Class amphibious assault ships
· 6x (Six) Watson Class mine countermeasures ships
· 6x (Six) Holmes Class minelayer ships
· 10x (Ten) Jupiter Class dock landing ships
· 8x (Eight) Greyhound Class amphibious transport dock ships
· 2x (Two) Austin Class amphibious transport dock ships
· 2x (Two) Lombardi Class ammunition ships
· 2x (Two) Supply Class fast combat support ships
· 2x (Two) Virgil Class hospital ships
· 1x (One) Safeguard Class rescue and salvage ships
· 1x (One) Henderson Class submarine tender ships
· 1x (One) Perez Class oil tanker

· 72x (Seventy-Two) F-14D Tomcat II naval fighters
· 144x (One Hundred Forty-Four) F/A-18C Hornet strike fighters
· 12x (Twelve) E-2C Hawkeye early warning and control aircraft
· 18x (Eighteen) EA-6B Prowler electronic warfare aircraft
· 12x (Twelve) S-3B Viking submarine detection and attack aircraft
· 12x (Twelve) ES-3A Shadow aircraft
· 6x (Six) AV-8B Harrier attack craft
· 66x (Sixty-Six) SH-60F Seahawk anti-submarine helicopters
· 48x (Forty-Eight) CH-46E Sea Knight helicopters
· 12x (Twelve) CH-53E Super Stallion helicopters
· 12x (Twelve) HH-60F helicopters
· 9x (Nine) SH-2 Seasprite helicopters

ARMY/MARINES
ARMY - 72,000
· 15th Infantry Division
· 18th Airborne Cavalry Division
· 30th Infantry Division
· 40th Armored Division
· 53rd Medical Division
· 72nd Mechanized Division
· 52nd Transport Brigade
· 90th Artillery Brigade
· 133rd Transport Brigade

MARINES - 24,000
· 23rd Marine Infantry Division
· 27th Marine Mechanized Division
· 10th Armored Brigade

VEHICLES
· 100x (One Hundred) KAF-90E battle tanks
· 5,000x (Five Thousand) Standard Humvees
· 200x (Two Hundred) KAT-50T tracked armored personnel vehicles
· 100x (One Hundred) KAT-50W wheeled armored personnel vehicles
· 250x (Two Hundred Fifty) KAI-40B Super Fox infantry combat vehicles
· 100x (One Hundred) Avenger Humvees
· 150x (One Hundred Fifty) AH-6J Little Bird light attack helicopters
· 100x (One Hundred) AH-64D Apache attack helicopters
· 200x (Two Hundred) UH-60L Black Hawk transport helicopters
· 50x (Fifty) CH-47D Chinook transport helicopters
· 80x (Eighty) UH-1N Huey utility helicopters
· 60x (Thirty) Crusader 2 self-propelled howitzers

AIR FORCE
· 96x (Ninety-Six) A-10 Thunderbolt ground attack craft
· 96x (Ninety-Six) F-15C Eagle strike fighters
· 40x (Forty) B-1C Lancer bombers
· 24x (Twenty-Four) B-52H Stratofortress bombers
· 10x (Ten) C-5B Galaxy transport craft
· 5x (Five) C-130 Hercules transport craft
· 7x (Seven) KC-135 Stratotanker refuel craft

OOC: NG, just so you know:

When you say: "B-1B" or B-52, you do not need to say Bomber or Fighter or Transport Plane at the end. The B designates Bomber, the F designates Fighter, the C designates Transport/Cargo, and the E designates Surveillance.

Just for your information :)

OOC: NG, just so you know:

When you say: "B-1B" or B-52, you do not need to say Bomber or Fighter or Transport Plane at the end. The B designates Bomber, the F designates Fighter, the C designates Transport/Cargo, and the E designates Surveillance.

Just for your information :)

<OOC: Yes, I know that... just like F/A constitutes fighter/attack and F/B is fighter/bomber. We just like being specific here in NG. :wink: Besides, now that we have announced our forces... we might as well get ready to deploy.>

Very well, first let us do some good ol' real life, where plans slip and the enemy is prepared. Let's talk in Telegrams, mi amigo.

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I.O. Attack Fleet
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[code:1:542da0a5e5]To: LANCER BOMBARDIER TASK FORCE, FAST ATTACK SQUADRON 2, I.O. RIVER PATROL SQUADRON
CC: R. Admiral J. Harver (C.O. RNS Experience)
DA: 29-JAN 1140
SU: ORDERS

The Lancer TF is to report to full active duty and begin the systematic transfer off the coast of Burma for a preemptive blockade. All troop carriers will be transfering units back and forth under escort of fleet air. Orders to be sent in accompanying file.

The RNS Experience has been reassigned to provide a full CTOL Airwing for Operation Horizon's Thunder. Accompanying L-SAT File has all military documents under Wartime Coding Alpha Zeta Charlie X.

All Vessels shipping out at 30-JAN at 1200.

DEFCON-3.

//LSAT::/D/BUR/HT.EX[/code:1:542da0a5e5]

"All units prepare for deployment. All units prepare for deployment," repeated the PA system over and over again at the Lombardi Naval Base in South New Genoa.

The second carrier group of the 3rd Naval Fleet was now preparing for deployment; the other two carrier groups had already deployed hours earlier. All over the base sailors were saying their final goodbyes to their loved ones and a huge crowd was awaiting at the docking area cheering on the New Genoese heroes.

And with the sound of the band playing New Genoa's National Anthem, the carrier group departed and drifted off into the distance. One-by-one each ship left its port with its main deck being flooded with men and women waving to the cheering crowd. Admiral Johnson looked out into the distance aboard the flagship of the 3rd Fleet, the NGS Sicily with his hands behind his back.

To war we go...

--

The jetliner smoothly landed upon the paved runway near Bangkok. When it had came to a final stop, its doors opened and New Genoese men exited the aircraft -- most notably a man bearing many medals and wearing a high officer's uniform. He was General Ralph Gephard, commanding officer of New Genoese ground forces in Burma.

Bound by security to every direction, Gephard made his way to his escort awaiting outside of the air terminal. Finally, after a short walk, he entered the limousine which then promptly drove away.

While inside, he was handed cell phone. Pressing seven digits, he was immediately connected to the Ruhrian coordinator of ground forces.

"Greetings, good sir. This is General Ralph T. Gephard speaking. I've contacted you, as you may expect, to discuss the possibility of a meeting between us in Bangkok tomorrow..."

The Lancer Bombardier Task Force had set sail, submarines from the other task forces paving the way and securing a path for the transports. The first four divisions of eighty-thousand of the scheduled two hundred seventy five thousand troops were either in transit via merchant marine or transport plane.

On the other side of the isthmus, the New Genoese's car had pulled into the armoured hanger the Ruhrians were using as a headquarters. Four Star General Thomas Remington greeted the New Genoese commander of operations. "Good morning General Gephard, please follow me." After a handshake and a picture for the press, the two were escorted down to a bunker filled with maps, computers, radios and intelligence officers. A large screen displayed exactly where every ship was, where every platoon was, where every aircraft was and where every base was. The artillery was being assembled in the mountains on the border, and infantry were begining the drive to set up firebases.

The two stood over a large, flat map of the region. "Well, General. Where shall we begin?"

General Gephard sighed and removed his military cap before he scratched his head.

"Our forces our here, here, and here," he said pointing to each location on the map. "The Burmese Air Force is weak; we should be able to take control of the skies easily. I suggest a swift air assault against any Burmese grounded aircraft -- be it helicopters, fighters, cargo, or bombers. We'll work from there -- possibly with a ground assault being our next move. I do believe that we'll need to drop in several SpecOp teams to capture any wanted druglords, but we'll need to wait for government reports before we go that far. Your opinions, General?"

The Ruhrian commander picked up a laser pointer and turned it on. He tested it first against his hand and then up to the mountain regions of the border.

"Currently, we are preparing artillery positions in strategic areas on the Burman border. The most strongest sectors, though, are the ones to the south section of the mountains. Talking it over with our advisors, the best way to strike hard and fast would be paradropping a division outiside of Tanvoy after a massive air ordinace bomb run to clear a landing ground. We can easily provide cover with this from both the battleship and cruiser fires from the Lancer Bombardier and the artillery divisions on the ranges." He paused, getting back to the air dominance.

"It is unwise to have hundreds of aircraft in this fight, especially because of their weakness and lack of hard targets to hit. Fleet deployed only one super carrier, that will be the primary air forces with a long range strategic bomber squadron operating out of the naval bases in Indonesia. Intelligence says the Burmese have fifteen advanced fighters along with a few Communist Bloc attack helicopters and support craft. The DIA also acknowledged their posession of at least two divisions of heavy armour. We can not pinpoint them because for the most part, they are spread out around the country and under dense jungle coverage." He sighed, "needless to say we have the ability to overcome these challenges."

"As for a massive air strike to destroy enemy infastructure and air-combat readiness, I assume we should quickly bomb the runways. That would at least ensure that only helicopters will be able to take off. It would also enable us to begin the systematic takeout of enemy air." He looked away from the map and up at the New Genoese. "Your thoughts, please, General."

"Well, General, while do like your plan, I do believe you misinterpreted my intentions concerning an air strike. I merely expressed my plans to lightly pepper suspected Burmese air target with small, efficient fighter squadrons flying several sorties per day.

"Although, I do agree your plan does seem to be more coordinated... I'm willing to go with it. The issue is, however, who paradrops outside Tanvoy?"

"General, I know what you are saying. Spec-Ops or scouts patrol enemy territory to find where they are concentrated. It is assumed that their fighters can be taken out in just one run, but the problem is: are they going to be there. A Special Operations Group of Ruhrian Rangers and your New Genoese can go hunt them down. It'd be good for moral, working side by side. I know back home the citizens would appreciate it." He smiled, "Good idea, General."

"As for the airborne operations, we have the 111st Airborne Division. It is a division of 5,000 either to be deployed by C-130s, C-17s, or any form of helicopter. But, because this is going to be jungle warfare, a better choice might be to use the 61st Airborne Cavalry. It is a helicopter division that transports troops back and forth to a landing zone. It's another 5,000 man division." He sighed, "What do you have, General?"

"That's what I was planning on doing also. Scout the area with SF, then pepper enemy targets with the coordinates provided by our Special Forces. Several platoons of Special Marines of all sorts have been deplpyed to Burma; we can drop in several groups, teamed together, to scour the area. Such delicate and early operations require the best of best when it comes to special operations, that's New Genoa will be use SM-B group Special Marines to handle these operations. Now, we'll need to make several drop zones; this can be discussed in a little while.

"Meanwhile, New Genoa can contribute two brigades, or about six thousand men, from our 18th Airborne Cavalry to execute airborne operations with the Ruhrians. Helicopters, C-130's, you name it, New Genoa can provide it."

<OOC: bumpity bump.>

<OOC: bumpity bump.>

Christ, not even this post worked. I promise I have it done. I'll repost it monday night. I apologise for my tardiness on all my threads.

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Thailand Base of Ops.
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The CINCEAST walked around the map along with his New Genoan counterpart. Each man contributed ideas to the overall conflict, what had to be done and what needed to be changed in the plan in case of emergency. The major problem in this operation was getting troops without running extremely costly and time-consuming movements through the jungle. CINCEAST was certain that he had worked out the kinks, especially in the infantry issues. Picking up his laser pointer, he highlighted an area on the Burmese map bordering Thailand. “This will be the front of the spearhead right here. We’ll send the armoured in through here while the 61st Airborne Cavalry to clear the path to Tavoy. Now, we can send these three C-130s in to make a good, sizeable landing area for the helicopters. Problem is, when they blow up, they will take notice. Any suggestions?”

The New Genoan General spoke up, and rather quickly, “I know these weapons are expensive, but what if we drop several of them spread wide around the city. We certainly can make use of the added cleared room in case we need to flank, and it will divert enemy troops. These people were around for Vietnam, they know what it means when a M.O.A.B. explodes.”

“Good point, then let’s not make it clear that we are going in straight. They will assume that the landing spot is closest to the base of ops. Let’s put them here, here, here, and there. That will give us plenty of room to work with and a wide angle. Especially before the port invasion.”

Already in the air were dozens of Ruhrian Special Operatives working with New Genoese to eliminate the Burmese air threat. Flying throughout the country, these men and women were targeting helicopters, attack planes, and bombers. Each squad of men had a specific purpose and objective, for most it was demolitions and sabotage, but for some it was reconnaissance. The problem with jungle is the great ability to hide weapons, especially infantry and tanks. When turned off and covered under the canopy of a jungle, a tank can be completely overlooked in any satellite run. This is why these men were scouting for information. The two divisions of decent armoured vehicles in Burma could be anywhere, and the countless number of divisions that the government would spring up and arm could be anybody and anywhere. These sort of operations were not easy.

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Incursion Into the Night
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The Black Hawk Helicopter flew low to the ground, avoiding the radar, no matter how good or bad the Burmese radar was. The helicopter was loaded with five Ruhrians and five New Genoese who on a mission to infiltrate and destroy. They were on a time limit, each mission had to be completed before the C-130s took off for the outskirts of Tavoy. If anyone was late to accomplish their objective, the early-warning radars could go off and foil the mission. Some tracer fire could be seen off in the distance, the men did not really take notice of it. It wasn’t anything new. Four days in a row, the observers have spotted tracer fire, and anti-aircraft guns have been operating both night and day. A sudden jerk brought the men back to attention, the helicopter was preparing to descend. Sergeant Hayes, commanding officer of the Ruhrian portion of the squad, opened up his letter from his father to read once more.

Dear Brian,

You’re off on what many of us veterans once called the Great Adventure. Coming from my experience in Vietnam under NATO General Westmoreland, I can assure you that there will be many disagreeable experiences; soul-shaking experiences; tragic experiences; and uplifting experiences. You will see examples of selfishness and selflessness that will leave you undoubtedly shaken. You will develop that same respect I have for the military’s frontline men, the Infantry and the same awesome regard for the Medics.

I have no fears for you; you will do just fine. You have had since I first held you in my arms the finest spirit of anyone I know of. I wish I could go for you, or at least with you, but this is your war. Your Mother and I will pray that God will give you courage for any danger you will have to face; that you will be given speed, patience, and resolution. We believe that God lays on nobody more than he is able to bear; that through all trails God will provide the qualities needed to meet them. I believe David: The Lord upholdeth all that fall; The Cast-down raiseth up again.

My best advice to you is to be yourself, and there is only one person to whom I could say that.

You are serving in a great cause. Because of you and those like you millions of fathers and mothers and children again will be able to think and speak freely without fear; to live their lives without oppression. And we here at home will be spared what most certainly would have been the fate of those people if all you had not gone out to prevent the oppression of our world’s brothers. You are in Burma to protect not only our national security, not just to clean up the streets, you are there to liberate. You are there to free.

Goodnight, son. God be with you on your journey.

Love,
Dad

Hayes folded up the letter and put it in a Ziploc, waterproof bag and slid the note in his front left pocket. He looked back up and began to pray. It was his first time in combat, but the training at home, he thought, would be good enough to keep himself and his squad alive. His Dad’s words strengthened him, his trust placed in him would stay with him forever. Hayes’ head rolled to the left as the helicopter made its bank to starboard. The tree line rose as the helicopter’s doors opened. Carrying his weapons and packs, he shouted, “Let’s go! Everyone jump now!” Four lines fell from the side of the helicopter, while one man in each side covered with a heavy machinegun. The squad of ten SpecOps—five from Ruhr, five from New Genoa—slid down the rope and landed on the ground. All around the county, missile strikes were about to begin and brave men and women were to immobilize their enemy’s capacity to strike back. Hayes was last to jump, the rope burned in his gloved hand. His knees hit the ground with a sharp pain, despite the training it still hurt like a bitch. He picked up his rifle and moved out from the clearing and into the cover of the jungle. The Black Hawk swiftly and stealthily left the area. Only a few beats were heard, but the howling wind from the north could easily confuse the closest of listeners.

Hayes raised his hand, the other ten had already kneeled on the ground scoping the area with their respective weapons. Hayes sat in the middle of the Ruhrians and faced north. The New Genoansa congregated a hundred yards to the right of them and perched underneath a large tree. Their target was only a click away. Hayes clicked his headset radio and was connected with the entire group, “the target is only a click from here. Let’s move out.” With his orders, the two groups moved quietly and rapidly across the jungle.

In a little under fifteen minutes, the inserted forces met the jungle’s next clearing…an airbase. Four MIG fighter jets sat under camouflage in dirt bunkers. A small, yet powerful radar twirled to the western end of the air compound. Hayes laid the edge of a dirt mound and lowered his M40 Remington 700. The night vision scope told him exactly what he expected to see: little to no suspicion to intruders. A few guards sat in a watchtower, but with the discipline in third-world country militaries, he expected them to be asleep, drunk, or unaware of the situation. Hell, some of these guys probably don’t know they are at war. Hayes whispered into his microphone, “O’Reilly, Howard, Smith and Cortez, move with me to the left of the field. We’ll take out the first two MIGs and Power. New Genoans, take out the other pair and the Radar.” Hayes instructed the men to open fire only if necessary and to use other means of lethal force if available.

The men moved across the gap unnoticed, Hayes witnessed the New Genoans sneak across the largest gap in good time and set up a small cover zone for their demolitions expert. He turned around and watched what his group was doing instead. The men in his portion of the squad were fast, each following their training as if it were basic instinct. Rotating on point, with Hayes checking with his rifle every so often, the men were able to station themselves and approach their target. A large dirt wall separated the two MIGs and their supplies. Drums of kerosene, racks of missiles, and chains of ammo were scattered throughout that section of the compound.

Headlights appeared, a small green 4x4 swerved around the corner and sped up towards their position. Hayes raised his fist, the group ducked and sat behind the wall cautiously. The vehicle stopped, the occupants left and entered the building they hid against. Some were singing, some were dancing. Hayes felt more comfortable that the men in the base were nearly wasted and could at any moment pass out. The less men he and his group possibly had to deal with, the better.

They ran the rest of the way; Hayes took position behind a medium-sized crate that sat in front of the wall facing the barracks. The two demolitions experts placed remotely triggered explosives on the planes’ fuselages while Hayes and two other riflemen covered. In his earpiece, he heard faint voices from the New Genoans saying, “Charges one and two are set. Moving on to the Radar.”

Two more voices, almost timed to say in unison, also said, “Charges set, moving on to power.” The group moved rapidly behind the buildings once more. Avoiding patrols and the Burmese soldiers who stepped out for a cigarette, Hayes led the squad to the power building. A large, noisy diesel engine powered the entire base. It was amazing to Hayes that such a machine can do so many things, power cars, boats, planes, and provide power for all sorts of other machines.

Nonetheless, it had to go. “Sanchez, place the charge.” The squad member walked slowly and cautiously into the cramped, metal shed. With a simple placement and a few button pushes, the charge was ready. “Group 1, returning to RC,” he said.

They ran back, the buildings and fences covered them until they nearly cleared the way back when a bullet was heard from the other side of the compound. “Group 2, we are under fire. Charges set and we are returning to RC.” Hayes muttered a few words under his breath, this near perfect operation was foiled somehow. Those damned liberals in New Genoa don’t know how to do anything, he cursed.

“Group 1, moving to cover.” He raised his hand and pointed to the two demolitions men to run back to the jungle’s edge and provide covering fire for the exit. Hayes took the other two riflemen to the edge of one of the buildings and its cement fence waiting to see the New Genoans get back. Hayes set up the rifle on the ground, and as he was waiting for a shot he rotated the silencer onto his Colt .45. A loud siren went off as five men dashed behind cover for the edge of the building. Shit, he cursed again. Two men stumbled out of the door next to him, he quickly put two bullets in their backs. The men fell to the ground.

More rifle fire came from the end of the base, it got closer by the second. The New Genoans were now in plain sight and nearing their cover range. Howard and O’Reilly, the two riflemen, took aim to stop their chasers. Hayes looked through his scope to take out some of the trailers. The Ruhrians opened fire, the men chasing and firing at the New Genoans were suppressed by fire. Several of them fell while others took cover in their surroundings. Within another twenty seconds, the New Genoans had reached the Ruhrian riflemen and were returning fire with them. Bullets sprayed the group. One by one, the men ran away from the compound and into the forest back to the rendezvous point.

Cortez radioed for EVAC, the same Black Hawk UH-60 prepared to land in the same clearing. Hayes and the New Genoan squad leader sat at the edge of the foliage and held out their triggers. With all hope, the mission would have been a success. The soldiers clicked the triggers and six explosions lit the night sky. The barrels of oil next to the planes exploded, rocketing to the sky. It was not as exciting to Hayes as he would have thought it would be. The explosions were not Hollywood balls of flame, they were some blinding lights and fire rolling across the field. They ran back to the EVAC rendezvous. Mission successful.

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Bombing Run Alpha
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Six C-130s had been in the air for the past half-hour flying circles along the Thailand/Burma border. Crew Engineer Michael Porsche was sitting in the back of the fourth plane tending to the unloading procedures for the Blu-82 onboard. The Blu-82, more commonly known as the Daisy Cutter, was a massive bomb. Weighing in at over 10,000 lbs, the thing needed to be dropped precisely from the back of the C-130. Porsche’s job was to sit back and pull the lever to open the door when he got word. He, along with six others, sat in the cargo hold of the plane until the drop zone was reached.

The flight had received the signal from the Base of Operations outside of Bangkok that the operation was a go. At the moment, the planes each headed to their designated drop zones. Their bombing targets were some jungle sectors outside of Tavoy, Burma. Six of the bombs were to act as decoys and get the enemy to divert forces—if around—while the other four were going to be actual landing zones for the 61st Airborne following closely behind. The invasion was about to begin.

As soon as the bombs were dropped, the helicopters would have already been halfway to their landing-zones and the Armoured Divisions paving a path to cut off and intercept the city. The Lancer Bombardier Taskforce would be shelling the city’s known military sectors while a few brave members of the Naval Infantry would storm the beaches and enter the city from the western port. All of this depended upon the actions of a few men, whether or not they realised their responsibility was another question.

Porsche tended to his duties until the navigator signaled him, “Five minutes until drop.” The timer went off and the engineer dashed to the board to prepare the weapon. After a few clicks and buttons pushed, the Daisy Cutter was armed. He could hear the whistle of artillery from the massive twenty inch cannons of the task force’s bombardment. Missiles did not scare Porsche. They could be dodged. Artillery was another issue. The ballistic arch of a gun did not care what was in its path, it only cared about hitting something after it got out of its barrel. His C-130 obviously was running through a dangerous point. He prayed that it would all be over.

Porsche returned to his seat and checked the timer, he counted down in his mind matching the red numbers on the board. When it was time, he opened the bay to expose the bomb. Tracer fire from anti-aircraft guns lit up the sky. Burst of the large bullets and flak guns reigned across the twilight, and his plane evaded each one. The aircraft descended rapidly and then raised its nose. The final seconds were there. He pulled the lever that sent the Blu-82 Daisy Cutter falling into the unknown below. The C-130 banked to the right as a fireball rose to the sky below. The cargo hold lit up in the explosion, the fires in the city let night become day with its light. While at the same time it was one of the most horrible things Porsche has ever seen, it was in some way beautiful. The sky’s black speckled in white and other assorted colours, the bursts of light rocketing from the ground. The sporadic fire of the cannons and navalised MLRS brightened the western sky.

Operation Arc Light began. The gunfire poured in from the west, the tanks began their slow endeavor across the border, and fighter/bombers began systematic bombings of complexes such as radar installations and communications buildings. The targeting was precise; the civilian body count was to be slim to nil in this operation. It all depended upon the enemy and the unknown.